In this study session, you will be familiarized with some of my changing habits that expanded my sexual knowledge. That knowledge still needs development, but I see myself as willing to learn until I am unable to breathe.
The building on the cover is part of the Kama sutra in India. An ancient method of sex education that was effective. If you examine the buildings, there is something for everyone.
Switching Positions
As I hope you have become acquainted with Alana in the two previous Parts, I will not describe her in detail, but indicate that her background was very conservative and religious, whereas her actual behavior with respect to sex was liberal. In contrast, my background was more liberal, but my experience concerning sex had left me stuffy, conservative, and boring. Fortunately, Alana was patient and helped me overcome, at least somewhat, my ineptitude.
Following Alana’s oral lessons (Part II), she helped me become familiar with other aspects of lovemaking. As I mentioned, I was incredibly naïve about sexual techniques. It was no exaggeration to say before her, my level was barely more advanced than an early teenager in my epoch. Now, most adolescents have more access to sexual information than I had even in my mid-20s, maybe even now.
With that in mind, the missionary position was the only position in my repertoire. I was like a dog that only learned a single trick; except mine was you roll over on your back, spread your legs, and I will show you my dick. Not fantastic, in fact not very doglike. My personal Kama sutra was a single pose. Is it any wonder that I had been divorced? I was really boring in bed.
My limited experience was not a block to me accepting new things. From my estimation at that time, learning about positions involves practicing lovemaking with someone else more than once every one or two months. Practicing alone did not afford a great deal of positional variation, but I admit that I practiced alone a lot as a daily ritual. Sometimes that practice required multiple sessions per day to perfect technique. However, masturbation is a poor substitute compared to sharing with a partner, and practicing new positions are limited.
Coitus More Ferarum
Okay, what the hell is that Latin nonsense? You might not have a background in Latin, but if you read on, you will probably find that you already know the English term(s) for what the Romans called it.
Alana chose a night where she could perform some remedial instruction without me needing to go home. As a good teacher, she did not inform me that I would be learning something new. With her planning in mind, she invited me to her house after we had a meal of saltimbocca, a glass of house red wine, and tiramisu at a small Italian restaurant on Friday. On the way back, after dinner, Alana ran her hand up and down my thigh. That was her subtle signal that she was not going to let me leave without a second dessert.
Sitting on the couch at her home as we had done numerous times before, we started kissing and massaging each other in the living room. I kneaded her firm breasts through her clothes as I sensed the nipples become erect. In response, Alana felt my chest and massaged my abdomen, slowly working her way down. Our breathing became heavier as she opened my shirt, and I unbuttoned her blouse. Reaching around her back, I unleashed her breasts as the bra hasps freed her and she threw the constraining garment aside along with her blouse. And so, the night began.
Moving her hand to the bulge in my pants, she felt my rigidity and declared moaning into my ear, “He is always so hard for me, I love it!”
It was difficult (I was hard) to resist her caressing my penis even when I was dressed. She started to unbuckle my belt and then stated, “You are staying tonight; take me to bed.”
We rose up off the couch and after a brief, sensual kiss went with our arms around each other to Alana’s bedroom. She finished removing my belt and I moved the pants down my leg, taking my shoes off by pressing the heel against each of my toes, and then stepping out of my pants. I helped Alana out of her skirt and slid her panties down looking at her nude form in the soft light and long blond hair and her tits heaving with her labored breathing.
Her hair cascaded forward as she bent down, holding my cock, slightly diminished from undressing, but quickly Alana had it at attention and briefly sucked the head. I felt a release of precum, and her tongue slid faster around the head of my shaft with the lubrication. Jerking my penis and sucking in rhythm, she knew that I couldn’t resist too long, but she abruptly stopped.
Jumping onto the bed, Alana put herself on all fours, directing my cock toward her ass with her hand, threading her other hand through her legs, and transferring control of my dick to her other hand. Pressing the head of my penis against her engorged clitoris, she moved my member back and forth in her sopping-wet slit for what seemed like several minutes. Suddenly, she slowly moved my cock back and aligned the head with her pussy hole.
As she moved back, her slippery pussy enveloped my shaft. I had never felt so deep, with her pushing back as I moved forward. I felt her hard ass with my hand and instinctively bent over her body to play with her breasts. We bucked back and forth, while she started to play with her clit. Realizing that it would bring her to orgasm, I moved a hand down to rub her little pearl myself. A little moan and she fucked back again.
Once she moved her hand, I was kissing her back with a saliva-wetted finger, softly rubbing her hard little nub. Alana was furiously pushing back, and her hands cradled my balls and pulled me as deep as possible.
My wet finger flicked gently on her center of pleasure. Arching her back, she thrust her body one more time onto my penis, held it there, and then uncontrollably moved back and forth. In an almost druglike state, she groaned and savagely exclaimed, “Ugh. I’m fucking cumming!”
With her hand still holding my balls and her last declaration, I felt the base of my taint twitch, my whole member pulsed with each of five bursts to her pussy.
My member stayed slightly hard, clenched by Alana’s womanhood. Slowly, sliding my cock out and turning around, Alana held my shrinking manhood in her hand with my cum dripping out of her pussy. She kissed me and we held each other affectionately, with little concern about the time. We had both cum hard and it had taken almost 2 hours of “work” to conclude the lesson. We fell asleep spooning with me behind.
Oh. I almost forgot the Latin phrase that nobody uses. “Coitus More Ferarum” or “sex in the manner of animals,” according to Romans was now in my playbook. Or as Snoop Dogg would say, “doggie style”. It was a surprise to me at that time that most women preferred “doggie style” to “missionary”. At last, my personal Kama sutra had two positions, but why stop there? The building as the one on the cover can accommodate so many more.
