Training Tammy

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Roger took his time with Tammy.

She would have lovers in her life who just wanted to bring her to orgasm; a smaller number would want to experience her, to know her in a way that fit the spirit of the Biblical expression. Roger wanted to know.

Twice now Tammy had stood naked in front of Roger, but that simple revelation had been nothing: She lay back now and learned that she could be opened by degrees.

She felt her folds traced with thorough fingers, then teased and prised apart with fingers and tongue; and every motion, every stroke insisted on her pleasure. Her stomach fluttered, her hips started to buck, but Roger wouldn't relent: the hand that still held her right breast continued its kneading, though less steadily, as his lips claimed her pearl, taking her inside his mouth as much as he could and beginning to suck.

 

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Tammy gasped as she felt Roger's fingers playing against her wet folds. She shivered as she felt her body being slowly opened to him. She had never had anyone looked at her so intimately before. She was soaked and she knew that he could see that. Her hips jerked off the table as his tongue soon joined his fingers.

She danced for him as he continued to stroke her, her thighs falling open even more as his hand continued to knead her breast. Her eyes clenched shut as suddenly she felt his lips claim her clit. She let out a cry, her hips grinding hard against his lips as he sucked on the hard little nub, her belly quivering at the sensations that he was causing in her.

"Oohhh..." She cooed, beside herself with lust and the strange feelings that he had forced upon her in a single instant.

 

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With his face against Tammy's body, Roger could feel her stomach fluttering; hear her increasingly helpless sounds.

But Roger had no mercy. It wasn't easy to touch where he wanted without relinquishing what he'd already won, but he refused Tammy any respite from her pleasure. He sucked and rolled his tongue around her clit, then, before Tammy's gasp died away, slipped two fingers inside; filling her, then beginning to find a rhythm within her body.

 

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"Oh God!" She cried out as he continued his erotic assault on her body.

She arched her body from the hard wooden table as he slipped two fingers inside of her body, stretching her passage and fucking her erotically. She squirmed for him, moaned and whimpered as she soaked in all of the attention that he had to give.

 

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Roger squeezed Tammy's breast.

It would have been too hard, right out of the box, but Roger felt that Tammy was now in a place where pain and pleasure could blend in a happy confusion.

He was mostly giving her pleasure, though; relentless pleasure. He changed the angle of his fingers so that he could reach deeper inside her. His pace increased, his fingers now not just stroking but thrusting as he pushed Tammy toward her climax.

 

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Tammy let out a cry as she felt Roger's hand squeeze her breast hard, the pain mingling with the pleasure that he was giving her. She shivered as his fingers thrust into her body, pushing her towards an ultimate peak. She thrust her hips up against his fingers, panting as a thin sheen of sweat broke out across her skin.

"OH GOD!" She cried out as she came, her pussy gripping at his fingers as she hips thrust against his hand.

 

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Roger sat between Tammy's legs, taking a moment to recover as though the orgasm had been his and not Tammy's.

He stood slowly, looking at Tammy as she lay on the table; her skin flushed, her breath and heart rate slowing down. He thought to withdraw his fingers from her pussy, then reflected that he really didn't have to, so he left them in.

The hand on her breast he did move, letting it meander over her body, caressing and enjoying the feel of her.

"So," he asked her, "are you still disappointed that you weren't allowed to enter the house clothed?"

 

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Tammy licked her suddenly dry lips as she panted in the aftermath of her orgasm. She felt Roger's hand wandering over her body, but not pulling free from her pussy. She laughed softly as he asked her a question and she opened her eyes to look at him.

"No. I'm not disappointed at all." She said with a smile curling her lips.

 

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"Good," Roger answered her.

Then, before she could really relax, he started stroking her again.

Roger didn't know if Tammy could have multiple orgasms, but it was time to find out.

 

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"What?" Tammy gasped as Roger started to pump his fingers in and out of her body again, her hips automatically responding to the stimulation.

She looked down at his hand between her thighs, the erotic sight of his fingers delving between her wet folds. Was this really happening, she asked herself as her eyes suddenly flicked up towards Roger's.

 

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Roger smiled at Tammy's startled question.

"You're not done yet, that's all," he told her, his other hand returning to her breast as his fingers resumed their motion between her legs.

"All you have to do," he said, "is feel."

"All you have to do is be female."

 

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"Roger..." She gasped, whimpering as his hand returned to her breast.

She watched as he gripped and hefted the small globe, squeezing it as she squeezed her pussy around his fingers. She bit her lower lip, her hips moving as he told her all she had to do was feel. Oh, he certainly made her feel a lot, she thought.

 

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Tammy's body was responding to him, Roger noted, although she seemed taken aback by his continuing attention. He wondered if she'd ever had a partner who'd brought her more than once, or even if she'd just indulged in a prolonged masturbation session, allowing herself the repeated orgasms that her body was capable of.

Wanting to help her relax a bit, he slowed his pace down, but kept stimulating her. He took his hand from her breast and put it behind her head, giving her a little support. Then, despite the somewhat awkward position, he leaned over her body and began to kiss her mouth, even as his fingers at a much lower point continued to insist that her first climax was only the beginning.

 

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Tammy whimpered as Roger sought to stimulate her. She wanted his hand disappearing between her thighs, his fingers stretching her as he moved his hand from her breast and supported her. She leaned in and kissed him, gasping at the shiver that raced down her spine. He wanted her to cum and demanded that she cum...God, she wanted to so bad. She wanted to please this man who was teaching her so much.

 

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Roger let his fingers curl into Tammy's hair, still supporting her head with the heel of his hand even as his grip became a gentle pull.

As her head drew back the tiniest bit, and her mouth opened in surprise, he shot his tongue between her lips, flicking against her tongue, then pulling back as he continued to kiss on and around her mouth.

His other hand, meanwhile, worked more slowly: You could do two things at once, but they couldn't be two intricate things.

Less complicated, however, was probably not less stimulating to Tammy, because his hand now rested on her pubis in a way that made his thumb brush her clit with every stroke.

 

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As soon as her head was pulled backwards, Tammy let out a gasp of surprise at the slight pain. She was even more taken back as Roger kissed her like she'd never been kissed before. His tongue demanded entrance, demanded her to follow and she did so willingly. She could drown in a kiss like that, she told herself as everything in the universe narrowed in on her.

Tammy felt his fingers pumping slower, giving her the same pleasure as his thumb brushed her clit with every stroke. She still moaned and sighed for him, the pleasure making her shiver as he narrowed down what he was doing. She was going to cum for him and it was going to be soon. Still, she couldn't believe that she was sitting on his kitchen table being fingered as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

 

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Roger heard Tammy's breathing quicken; heard her starting to make small, desperate panting sounds.

When your body kept telling you that it felt pleasure, sooner or later you just gave in. Particularly when you wanted to.

Tammy was giving in.

That by itself wasn't enough, though. He wanted her to give in, not just to the pleasure, but to him.

"Tammy," he whispered, punctuating the words with kisses and licks, even catching her lower lip in his teeth for just a moment. "You're-going-to-come!"

"Tammy, come for me!"

"Come now!"

"Come for me, Tammy!"

 

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Tammy looked into Roger's heated gaze, gasping as he licked and kissed along with his words. She whimpered as he caught her lower lip with his teeth and tugged on it before he demanded that she cum right then. She let out a cry, her hips jerking up against his fingers as she did indeed cum. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers, her whimpers and moans echoing in time with her little thrusts. She was a woman consumed by pleasure, unashamed of everything that was happening to her in that very moment.

 

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Roger gave Tammy a little longer to recover this time before he spoke.

"You seemed rather surprised at the whole idea of being brought to orgasm again so quickly," he said, brushing the hair back from her eyes as she lay looking up at him.

"Haven't you ever done that, at least on your own? Brought yourself a couple times in quick succession?"

He still hadn't withdrawn his fingers from inside her. He knew that she'd be supersensitive now, her body feeling his fingers' slightest twitch and trying to decide if the feelings were a kind of pain or a kind of pleasure.

 

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"No." Tammy said softly as she looked up at Roger when he asked her a little on her background. "Never more then one at a time. Why would I have any reason to?"


She let out a whimper as she realized that he still had his fingers buried deeply inside of her body. She was sensitive, feeling every small motion that he made with his hand. The sensations and feelings that he had brought up within her were amazing and she had never known this part of the world even existed.

 

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Roger heard the small sound that Tammy made when he inadvertently shifted his hand.

"Maybe because you can?" he said in reply to her question. "Maybe because two orgasms are twice as good as one?"

He made another small motion and Tammy softly gasped "Huh." It seemed that her body was coming down on the side of pleasure, even if her mind was still trying to understand.

"Your capacity for pleasure is something that you have as a female," he explained to her. "For males, orgasms tend to be pretty limited: Sometimes even achieving two within a short period of time is difficult for us."

He could almost have been back lecturing in his erotica class, but this was not studying or even consuming erotica. He and Tammy were doing erotica.

"For a lot of females, orgasms can be much more frequent, not to mention more prolonged. They're often referred to as 'multi-orgasmic'".

"How does it feel when I do this?" Roger slowly drew his fingers back, almost but not quite pulling them out of Tammy.

 

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Tammy listened to Roger dutifully, as if she were the student and he were the professor yet again. She whimpered each time he moved his fingers inside her sensitive folds. When he started to pull his fingers free, she gasped. Her brow furrowed at the sensation and her eyes were instantly drawn to what his fingers were doing.

"It feels amazing. I can feel every pulse and movement of your fingers." She said, trying to think clearly through her haze of pleasure and want. "It's almost painful though. Does that make any sense?"

 

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Roger let his other hand knead Tammy's breast as he deliberately slid his finger back in.

"It's called being oversensitive," he murmured, the direction of his gaze showing that he was enjoying his intimate view of Tammy's body as much as every other aspect of what he was doing to her.

"Do you want me to stop?"

 

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Tammy let out a sharp breath as his hand gripped her breast and kneaded it, his finger slipping back between her folds as he showed her that he was enjoying everything that he was watching. She nibbled on her lower lip as he asked her if she wanted to stop and she considered that for a long moment.

"Please don't stop." She said softly, parting her thighs a little bit more for him if he so wished.

 

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"Good girl, Tammy," Roger said approvingly as he resumed his slow stroking motion inside the girl's body. At the same time, his left hand grabbed her nipple and pulled it upward, finishing the motion with a pinch that might have made Tammy gasp in pain a few minutes earlier. She still gasped, but Roger knew that Tammy was now in a place where pleasure and pain could blend exquisitely. And even the implied condescension of a phrase like "good girl" could bring shivers.

Lying on his kitchen table, Tammy was learning to give herself over to a degree that she never had before.