Mandy stipulated in her matter-of-fact manner that she was completely in charge. She didn’t want any excuses from Simon. ‘Any questions or any excuses will just lead to punishment. Do you understand?’

Simon nodded. He thought his cock was going to explode as Mandy ground into him and he’d never wanted to fuck someone so much, not even Miss Duval. Mandy stopped grinding and climbed off Simon’s lap, clearly satisfied with his response.
 

‘Right, lie on the rug.’
 

Simon obeyed and watched Mandy push the coffee table to the far side of the room.

‘I don’t want anything getting in the way,’ she announced, lowering her pussy towards Simon's face and swallowing his entire cock in one expert movement.
 

Simon gasped and groaned when Mandy removed his cock. ’Open my pussy lips Simon and stick your tongue right inside. Poke me with it and then replace your tongue with your finger while you lick and suck my lips and clit. That’s exactly how I like it.’
Simon did as he was told while Mandy sucked his cock and simultaneously stroked him. Simon was determined to prove that he was more than a willing student. And the more he learned from Mandy, the more success he hoped he'd have with other women.
 

That night, as Mandy gushed her juices all over his face and sucked him till he came, Simon was determined to embark on a serious sexual journey, one that he hoped would continue for the rest of his life.
 

Lying beside him, Mandy announced, ’You came loads,’ as if she was ready to hand him a trophy for such an achievement. ‘I must admit, you did really well making me gush so violently, even better than your…’
 

‘Stop it,’ Simon cut in and, almost immediately, they burst out laughing.
Within fifteen minutes, Simon was good to go again and Mandy was impressed.
 

‘This is what I love about youth. You fuck, you come, and then you start all over again, multiple times. It’s such a drag when I fuck someone who only has one load in them. It’s so disappointing.’
 

Astride him, Mandy guided his cock into her pussy and rocked rhythmically while watching Simon’s face as he gasped with pleasure. Moving slightly to one side, she reached for the ice box that she’d placed beside them before moving the table.
 

Taking off the lid, she delved inside and pulled out two ice cubes, handing them to Simon. ‘Push these in my ass, please Simon. I want to feel the cold in contrast to the heat that's in my pussy thanks to your huge cock.’
 

Simon took the ice cubes from her and mentally moved up one more notch on the big cock ladder.

Simon didn’t want to come yet; he really wanted to last longer. But Mandy and her five-star fucking drove him crazy. He tried counting to keep his orgasm at bay and, for some weird reason, he brought up images of Thomas the Tank engine. It was all futile, anyway. He headed towards ejaculation at an increasing pace.
 

‘Can you feel my pussy tightening around your cock?’ Mandy leaned forward so that her breasts, nipples so firm, were on Simons' face.

Simon nodded, feeling her pussy tighten around him spasmodically. He didn’t know how she was doing it but it was enough to tip him over the edge and his cock burst hot cum deep inside her.
Getting his breath, he watched Mandy slide up his body until her pussy hovered above his mouth. ‘Suck out your cum. I love it when guys do that and taste themselves. It’s horny as fuck.’
 

Simon sucked, tasting the mixed salty and tangy juices. He carried on sucking and licking until Mandy moved, leaning down to kiss his mouth, her tongue probing inside, seeking her taste of their cum.
 

‘I love doing that,’ Mandy whispered, stroking a finger across Simon’s lips. ‘I’ve really enjoyed it, have you?’
 

Simon nodded, hands reaching for her breasts. He caressed her nipples with his fingers before pressing and tweaking, making them hard. ‘It’s been great,’ he said.
 

‘It’s not over yet,’ Mandy said. ‘We’ve got the candles and then I think we’ll have a shower and get into bed. We need to take advantage of having the house to ourselves.’
 

Simon grinned. ‘I’m not complaining.’
 

Mandy stood and lifted the candle off the mantelpiece. She stroked it, felt the girth, and balanced it up and down in her palm as if gauging its weight, like she would when sizing up a real cock.
 

‘It’s quite fat,’ she said, frowning. ‘I think we might need some baby oil.’
Simon propped his head on his arm, ‘Why don’t we take the candle upstairs and carry on up there. You doing all this to-ing and fro-ing is making me dizzy.’
 

‘I suppose you’re right. Come on then, I’ve given you a ten-minute rest. You should be good to go again by the time we get upstairs.’
 

Mandy switched off the stereo system and Simon blew out the tea lights. Grasping a hand, she led him towards the stairs.

Thank you to JWren for his editing