Chapter 837: Mrs. Jones's Sex Education Class
"Oh, it feels so good, Mrs. Jones. I can't hold on much longer. Slow down, please," Kevin's face contorted with pleasure, panting heavily, his toes curling as he begged for mercy. Vanessa's plump, round buttocks were smooth and soft, bouncing against his hips with each thrust.
Unlike Grace's vigorous riding or Evelyn's petite, delicate movements, Vanessa's body, though slender and graceful, was actually voluptuous and powerful. Compared to Alissa's full breasts and wide hips, Vanessa's figure might not have the same visual impact, but only by being close to her could one truly understand the allure of such a stunning woman.
Vanessa's bright eyes sparkled, her face flushed, as she bit her lip and ground her white, tender buttocks in circles. With each twist of her hips, the folds within her vagina rolled like waves, pressing and rubbing against Kevin's hot shaft, leaving no part untouched. Their union was perfect, with every inch of his penis enveloped by her tight, wet flesh.
Each rotation of her hips sent Kevin's senses into a frenzy, making him feel as if he were on a roller coaster, his heart ready to leap out of his chest. Her vagina's relentless grip and the spiral-like folds around his glans drove him to the brink. He finally understood why Vanessa was known as the most seductive and skilled teacher at the school.
In front of this master of sex, Kevin felt like a fumbling infant, utterly defenseless. His penis itched intensely, and the spiral folds around his glans made him feel a tingling numbness. Unable to hold back any longer, he thrust upward, his glans spurting hot jets of semen like a Maxim gun, filling Vanessa's cervix and sending sparks of pleasure through her.
Vanessa's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her flexible waist swaying like a willow in the wind. Her vaginal muscles contracted rhythmically, savoring the long-awaited pleasure. Her juices flowed continuously, soaking the sheets beneath her. She reached her climax almost simultaneously with Kevin.
Even after climaxing, Vanessa didn't collapse immediately. Her legs tightened around Kevin's waist, her swollen vulva pressed against his pubic bone. Her cervix continued to contract, milking every last drop of semen from his penis.
Finally, Vanessa sighed deeply and collapsed onto Kevin, panting heavily. Kevin held her firm, round buttocks, having ejaculated so intensely that his penis slowly softened. The glans slipped out of her cervix but remained inside her vagina, bathed in her juices, feeling warm and comfortable.
"Did you enjoy that, little one?" Vanessa purred, licking Kevin's chest with her pink tongue. "You almost wore me out this time. You really have some stamina, making me use my special moves."
Hearing Vanessa's praise, Kevin felt lighter, grinning foolishly. He thought to himself that this woman was a true enchantress, with every inch of her body capable of driving him wild. During sex, her vagina alternated between tight and loose, making him feel like he was in heaven. Combined with her seductive demeanor and sultry voice, it was like being in a paradise of pleasure.
He couldn't help but compliment her, "Mrs. Jones, with a body like yours, it's a shame you're just a teacher. You could be a top model."
"Is that so?" Vanessa teased, her fingers playing with Kevin's sensitive nipples. "Do you really think my body is that good? I heard your cousin has a much better figure than mine, especially her breasts. You've seen them, haven't you?"
"Mrs. Jones, don't say that," Kevin's heart skipped a beat as he quickly denied it. "She's my cousin. How could I possibly look at her like that? It's not something to joke about." His ambiguous relationship with Audrey was a closely guarded secret, known only to Alissa. Vanessa, being sharp and observant, might have noticed some clues, but Kevin decided to play dumb and deny everything.
"Sure, sure. Save your tricks for your cousin. If you haven't seen her, then I'm a ghost," Vanessa rolled her eyes, sliding off Kevin and lying beside him. She licked his nipples with her agile tongue, feeling them harden under her touch. Her hand reached down to stroke his semi-hard penis, teasing the slippery glans.
Vanessa had always suspected that Kevin and Audrey might have slept together. With Audrey's husband away and Kevin being a young, virile cousin, it seemed inevitable. However, both Audrey and Kevin were tight-lipped, and Vanessa had no concrete evidence, so she had to let it go.
Kevin chuckled, enjoying Vanessa's teasing. Although their sex session hadn't lasted as long as his time with Evelyn, it had drained him quickly. Vanessa was much harder to handle, and the intense battle had left him exhausted, more so than running a 3000-meter race. Even with his strong body, he couldn't endure back-to-back rounds of such intense action.
His hands weren't idle either. One hand played with Vanessa's round breast, while the other caressed her smooth back, roaming over her full, firm buttocks. Among the women he knew, Grace had the largest, most powerful buttocks, making her the undisputed champion. Vanessa and Audrey were tied for second place, with Evelyn and Alissa following.
As he stroked Vanessa's round, firm buttocks, he marveled at their perfection. Each time he touched them, he found them endlessly fascinating. Her buttocks were large, round, and smooth, with no flaws, hiding immense power beneath their enticing exterior.
Thinking about Vanessa's fast, rhythmic grinding, Kevin realized it required coordination of the waist, hips, and vaginal muscles, not just a big butt. Curious, he asked, "Mrs. Jones, how did you do that just now? I thought I could last another ten minutes, but a few twists of your hips, and I was done."
"Do you want to know? That's my secret technique," Vanessa said proudly. "Alright, since you made me feel so good, I'll tell you."
Vanessa explained that her move was called the "Invincible Fire Wheel," a technique she developed on her own. Unlike the simple up-and-down motion of the traditional cowgirl position, the Invincible Fire Wheel involved rotating the hips in all directions while riding, stimulating the base of the penis. The vaginal muscles also squeezed and massaged the penis, providing multiple layers of stimulation and greatly enhancing the man's pleasure.
Once executed, this technique could bring any man to his knees, no matter how strong. However, it required great flexibility and strength in the waist and hips, which Vanessa maintained through regular yoga practice.
"Mrs. Jones, no wonder your waist is so slender. It's all from training," Kevin marveled, his hand instinctively reaching to feel her flexible waist. Who would have thought such strength lay beneath her delicate frame?
"Of course. A good figure is made, not born. Being a woman isn't easy," Vanessa said, her hips moving slightly as Kevin's touch tickled her. "Kevin, do you want to know how to make a woman even happier?"
"Of course, Mrs. Jones. Tell me," Kevin said eagerly. Since his first time with Alissa, he had relied on simple, vigorous thrusting to bring women to orgasm. It worked initially, but soon became monotonous. He tried changing positions for variety, but it felt awkward and ineffective, even straining his back.
Feeling he had reached a plateau, Kevin was desperate to improve his sexual skills. He still relied heavily on his stamina to satisfy multiple women, but it was exhausting. With Audrey, Alissa, and Grace away, he had a brief respite, but he knew he needed to learn more.
"Alright, today I'll give you a proper lesson," Vanessa said with a smile. "First, let me ask you, how long do you think sex should last?"
"Um..." Kevin hesitated, thinking hard. "Isn't longer better?"
"Not necessarily," Vanessa shook her head, giving Kevin a knowing look. "You've been watching too many adult films. Do you really think those actors last for hours? They take medication and use editing tricks. In reality, it's only a few minutes."
"Really? I always wondered how they did it," Kevin said, feeling embarrassed. With Alissa and Grace, his sessions usually lasted around ten minutes, rarely exceeding twenty. Even after an hour with Evelyn, he felt exhausted, despite taking breaks.
"Most men last around ten minutes, which is enough. It's not about how long you last, but how effective you are. Just like studying, it's not about the hours you put in, but how well you use your time. The same goes for sex," Vanessa explained.
Kevin nodded thoughtfully. He had always felt ashamed of his short duration, trying to hold back to last longer, not realizing it wasn't about duration but quality. Prolonging the act unnecessarily only made both partners tired.
"So, Mrs. Jones, how can I improve the quality of sex? I can't just finish after a few thrusts," Kevin asked, feeling confused. Short wasn't good, but long wasn't either. He needed guidance.
"Who said you should start with penetration?" Vanessa laughed. "Sex isn't just about penetration. Foreplay is crucial. If a woman isn't ready, penetration can be painful and make her resentful. Proper foreplay makes her more receptive and enhances the experience for both of you."
"I see. That makes sense," Kevin said, realizing sex was more complex than he thought. He caressed Vanessa's warm, full body, feeling his penis stir again. "Mrs. Jones, can we go again? I want to try what you taught me."
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