Maylee Taught Him Well
by NeuroDirtygentThe first time Raban saw Maylee fully naked outside of sex, he nearly choked on his own breath. Not because it was shocking, he’d traced every curve of her body with his hands by then, but because it
about 3 hours ago
•long read•intense intensityThe first time Raban saw Maylee fully naked outside of sex, he nearly choked on his own breath. Not because it was shocking, he’d traced every curve of her body with his hands by then, but because it was *ordinary*. She stood in the middle of her bedroom sanctuary, sunlight slanting through the half-drawn blinds, stretching her arms over her head like a cat waking from a nap. Her breasts lifted slightly with the motion, her nipples already half-hard from the cool air, her shaved pussy glistening faintly with the remnants of their last session. She didn’t cover herself. Didn’t tease. Just *existed*, unapologetically, as if her body was nothing more than a fact, like the color of the walls or the texture of the sheets beneath her bare feet.
Raban’s cock twitched in his sweatpants, traitorous and eager. He shifted on the edge of the bed, fingers digging into the mattress. *Don’t look at her like that. Don’t fucking stare.* But he did. He always did.
Maylee turned her head, catching his gaze in the mirror across the room. A slow, knowing smile curled her lips. “Problem?”
“No,” he lied.
She laughed, low and warm, the sound wrapping around him like a promise. “Good. Because if you cum in your pants right now, I’m making you clean the sheets *and* the floor.”
The threat was absurd. Ridiculous. And yet, it worked. Raban exhaled sharply through his nose, forcing his body to obey. This was the game they’d been playing for weeks, Maylee pushing, Raban resisting, both of them learning the shape of his control. She’d started small: a hand on his thigh during dinner, her fingers tracing the waistband of his jeans while they watched a movie, the way she’d “accidentally” let her robe slip open when she leaned over to grab a book. Each time, she’d watch him, waiting to see if he’d break. If he’d lose himself to the heat coiling in his gut.
He never did. Not anymore.
Maylee padded over to him, her hips swaying just enough to make his teeth ache. She straddled his lap, the heat of her pussy pressing against the trapped length of his cock. “See? You’re learning.” Her thumb brushed his bottom lip. “Now tell me what you want to do about this?”
Raban’s breath hitched. Three months ago, he wouldn’t have had an answer. Three months ago, he’d been a stammering, blushing mess, too terrified of doing something wrong to even *ask* for what he wanted. But Maylee had taught him better. She’d taught him to *speak*.
“I want to touch you,” he said, voice rough. “But not like last time.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “Oh?”
He swallowed. “I want to make you come with my fingers. While you watch.”
Maylee’s pupils dilated, her lips parting on a silent inhale. Then she smirked. “Ambitious. But alright, *teacher’s pet*. Show me what you’ve got.”
---
The rules were simple: no rushing, no guessing, no hiding. If Raban’s fingers trembled as he slid them between her thighs, Maylee didn’t mock him. If his cock leaked pre-cum onto the sheets as he circled her clit, she didn’t scold him. She only watched, her dark eyes locked onto his, her breath coming faster as he learned the exact pressure she liked—the way her hips jerked when he crooked his fingers inside her, the way her nails dug into his shoulders when he rubbed her G-spot just right.
“Fuck, *yes*,” she gasped, her head falling back. “Just like that, don’t you dare stop.”
Raban didn’t. He couldn’t. The sight of her flushed, panting, her pussy clenching around his fingers was the most intoxicating thing he’d ever seen. And when she came, her orgasm rippling through her in sharp, desperate waves, he nearly followed her over the edge just from the sound of her moans.
But he didn’t. Because Maylee had taught him *patience*, too.
---
The next lesson came a week later, after Raban had spent an entire evening with his face buried between Maylee’s thighs, learning the taste of her, the way her muscles tensed when he flicked his tongue over her clit, the way she’d thread her fingers through his hair and *ride* his mouth until she was screaming his name.
This time, she was the one who initiated.
“On your back,” she ordered, pushing him onto the bed. She stripped off her shirt, her breasts swaying as she crawled over him, her knees bracketing his hips. “You’ve been such a good student. I think it’s time for a reward.”
Raban’s cock throbbed against his stomach. “What—?”
Maylee didn’t answer. She just took him in her hand, stroking him slowly, her thumb smearing the pre-cum beading at his tip. Then she lowered herself onto him, inch by excruciating inch, her tight heat swallowing him whole.
“Oh, *fuck*,” Raban groaned, his hands flying to her hips.
“Eyes on me,” Maylee reminded him, her voice a husky command.
He obeyed. He always obeyed.
She started to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, her inner walls clenching around him with every shift. Raban’s vision blurred at the edges, his entire world narrowing to the point where their bodies connected, to the way Maylee’s lips parted on a moan, to the slick, obscene sounds of her pussy taking him again and again.
“You feel so *good*,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss him. Her tongue slid against his, her breath hot in his mouth. “So fucking *perfect* inside me.”
Raban’s hands tightened on her waist, his thrusts growing erratic. “Maylee—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” she murmured against his lips. “You can take care of me *and* yourself. Now *fuck me* like you mean it.”
And he did.
---
The anal lesson didn’t come until much later.
Raban had been nervous, terrified, really, but Maylee had only laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead before guiding him through every step. They’d spent an entire session just *preparing*, her on her hands and knees while he worked her open with his fingers, then a small plug, then his tongue, until she was whimpering, her ass clenching around nothing, *needing* more.
“You sure?” he’d asked, his voice rough with desire.
Maylee had turned her head, her dark eyes burning into his. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
So he’d pushed inside.
The first inch was the hardest. Maylee’s breath hitched, her body tensing, but then she exhaled, her muscles relaxing around him, and *fuck* the way she felt, so tight, so *hot*, it was almost too much. Raban groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his cock twitching as her ass swallowed him deeper.
“Look at me,” Maylee demanded.
He did.
Their gazes locked, unblinking, as he bottomed out inside her. No laughter. No jokes. Just the two of them, connected in a way that felt almost *sacred*.
And when he finally came, balls-deep in her ass, his release pulsing out of him in thick, desperate spurts, Maylee only smiled.
“Welcome to the dark side, *virgin*,” she purred, collapsing beside him. “Now buckle up. We’re just getting started.”
Raban groaned, his body still trembling from the aftershocks. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Maylee traced a finger down his chest, her touch light, possessive. “Oh, *darling*.” Her lips brushed his ear. “I’m going to do so much *worse* than that.”
Raban’s cock twitched in his sweatpants, traitorous and eager. He shifted on the edge of the bed, fingers digging into the mattress. *Don’t look at her like that. Don’t fucking stare.* But he did. He always did.
Maylee turned her head, catching his gaze in the mirror across the room. A slow, knowing smile curled her lips. “Problem?”
“No,” he lied.
She laughed, low and warm, the sound wrapping around him like a promise. “Good. Because if you cum in your pants right now, I’m making you clean the sheets *and* the floor.”
The threat was absurd. Ridiculous. And yet, it worked. Raban exhaled sharply through his nose, forcing his body to obey. This was the game they’d been playing for weeks, Maylee pushing, Raban resisting, both of them learning the shape of his control. She’d started small: a hand on his thigh during dinner, her fingers tracing the waistband of his jeans while they watched a movie, the way she’d “accidentally” let her robe slip open when she leaned over to grab a book. Each time, she’d watch him, waiting to see if he’d break. If he’d lose himself to the heat coiling in his gut.
He never did. Not anymore.
Maylee padded over to him, her hips swaying just enough to make his teeth ache. She straddled his lap, the heat of her pussy pressing against the trapped length of his cock. “See? You’re learning.” Her thumb brushed his bottom lip. “Now tell me what you want to do about this?”
Raban’s breath hitched. Three months ago, he wouldn’t have had an answer. Three months ago, he’d been a stammering, blushing mess, too terrified of doing something wrong to even *ask* for what he wanted. But Maylee had taught him better. She’d taught him to *speak*.
“I want to touch you,” he said, voice rough. “But not like last time.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “Oh?”
He swallowed. “I want to make you come with my fingers. While you watch.”
Maylee’s pupils dilated, her lips parting on a silent inhale. Then she smirked. “Ambitious. But alright, *teacher’s pet*. Show me what you’ve got.”
---
The rules were simple: no rushing, no guessing, no hiding. If Raban’s fingers trembled as he slid them between her thighs, Maylee didn’t mock him. If his cock leaked pre-cum onto the sheets as he circled her clit, she didn’t scold him. She only watched, her dark eyes locked onto his, her breath coming faster as he learned the exact pressure she liked—the way her hips jerked when he crooked his fingers inside her, the way her nails dug into his shoulders when he rubbed her G-spot just right.
“Fuck, *yes*,” she gasped, her head falling back. “Just like that, don’t you dare stop.”
Raban didn’t. He couldn’t. The sight of her flushed, panting, her pussy clenching around his fingers was the most intoxicating thing he’d ever seen. And when she came, her orgasm rippling through her in sharp, desperate waves, he nearly followed her over the edge just from the sound of her moans.
But he didn’t. Because Maylee had taught him *patience*, too.
---
The next lesson came a week later, after Raban had spent an entire evening with his face buried between Maylee’s thighs, learning the taste of her, the way her muscles tensed when he flicked his tongue over her clit, the way she’d thread her fingers through his hair and *ride* his mouth until she was screaming his name.
This time, she was the one who initiated.
“On your back,” she ordered, pushing him onto the bed. She stripped off her shirt, her breasts swaying as she crawled over him, her knees bracketing his hips. “You’ve been such a good student. I think it’s time for a reward.”
Raban’s cock throbbed against his stomach. “What—?”
Maylee didn’t answer. She just took him in her hand, stroking him slowly, her thumb smearing the pre-cum beading at his tip. Then she lowered herself onto him, inch by excruciating inch, her tight heat swallowing him whole.
“Oh, *fuck*,” Raban groaned, his hands flying to her hips.
“Eyes on me,” Maylee reminded him, her voice a husky command.
He obeyed. He always obeyed.
She started to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, her inner walls clenching around him with every shift. Raban’s vision blurred at the edges, his entire world narrowing to the point where their bodies connected, to the way Maylee’s lips parted on a moan, to the slick, obscene sounds of her pussy taking him again and again.
“You feel so *good*,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss him. Her tongue slid against his, her breath hot in his mouth. “So fucking *perfect* inside me.”
Raban’s hands tightened on her waist, his thrusts growing erratic. “Maylee—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” she murmured against his lips. “You can take care of me *and* yourself. Now *fuck me* like you mean it.”
And he did.
---
The anal lesson didn’t come until much later.
Raban had been nervous, terrified, really, but Maylee had only laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead before guiding him through every step. They’d spent an entire session just *preparing*, her on her hands and knees while he worked her open with his fingers, then a small plug, then his tongue, until she was whimpering, her ass clenching around nothing, *needing* more.
“You sure?” he’d asked, his voice rough with desire.
Maylee had turned her head, her dark eyes burning into his. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
So he’d pushed inside.
The first inch was the hardest. Maylee’s breath hitched, her body tensing, but then she exhaled, her muscles relaxing around him, and *fuck* the way she felt, so tight, so *hot*, it was almost too much. Raban groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his cock twitching as her ass swallowed him deeper.
“Look at me,” Maylee demanded.
He did.
Their gazes locked, unblinking, as he bottomed out inside her. No laughter. No jokes. Just the two of them, connected in a way that felt almost *sacred*.
And when he finally came, balls-deep in her ass, his release pulsing out of him in thick, desperate spurts, Maylee only smiled.
“Welcome to the dark side, *virgin*,” she purred, collapsing beside him. “Now buckle up. We’re just getting started.”
Raban groaned, his body still trembling from the aftershocks. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Maylee traced a finger down his chest, her touch light, possessive. “Oh, *darling*.” Her lips brushed his ear. “I’m going to do so much *worse* than that.”