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In The Zone 2

Nearly a year has passed since Frankie woke me for my being ?zoned out? on the treadmill. Through the Tantra training I?d learned to control my body to the point of celebrating my ejaculations. I had been instructed in the fine arts of pleasure, both men and women; the use of appropriate and spontaneous aids as well. I have learned that women welcome the opportunity to explore and learn with me. It was a surprise to me to think that I was teaching sex.

My mentor approached me at the end of a workout one day asking for a chance to do lunch, which I quickly accepted and we walked out to a local bistro.

?I have an individual who has been studying who needs some gentle, special instruction. I would like you to assist.? Frankie spoke this with some tension in her voice. I had come to experience that there is a healing aspect of Tantra, of sex, for the individual receiving it. A number of women in the classes had a history of abuse that they were recovering from. I, of course agreed, having done this in some of the regular classes and in some of the ?special classes? which she conducted in her home.

?This is extremely important to me," she said, "and will be extremely important to the individual involved. I have been instructing her on technique and application, and she has been coming along very well, but we now need to introduce a male influence in the program. I am choosing you.?

This sounded a bit more serious than we have done before. ?There is an additional concern or issue here?? I queried.

She looked at me, serious, not quite with fear in her eyes. I took her hands. ?Know that I trust you, trust your judgment, and will follow your guidance. You have been tremendous help for me. I want to be there for you and this woman as well.?

Frankie?s hands gripped mine firmly. Slowly letting out a breath, she said, ?It?s for my daughter.?

The grasp of her hands did not release mine as I jerked up, startled. She could see the consternation on my I had learned her daughter was graduating from high school, had been accepted to college away from home, was a lovely, blossoming young woman definitely in the mold of her mother. ?I handed you that business card because I felt you were the right one to do this.?

Taking a deep breath, I grasped her hands more firmly. Looking into her eyes, smiling gently, I said, ?Tell me more.?

Frankie trusted her daughter has not had actual sex with anyone yet, based on a promise to she had given to her mom. In balance, her mom had promised to teach her all about sex. All about sex. Her daughter was well aware of the classes mom has been giving at home, having heard and seen some of the activities, and extension of the Tantra program that she is part of. She had given her daughter training in focus, in exercises, in sensitivity so that she could have a positive experience of sex, so that she could avoid trouble, so she could be aware of the importance of personality and sensitivity in relationships as she grows from home into adulthood. While she knows her daughter uses tampons, and probably has broken, or at least loosened her hymen, she is quite certain she has not had penile penetration. She couldn?t speak to dildos.

?You are asking me to introduce your daughter to womanhood. I am stunned, I am awed. I am honored and will work with you in this,? I stated, committing myself to her program.

?I would like this completed for her before she graduates, so we have just over a month in my timetable. I will probably be able to give you about a week?s notice,? she offered.

?That will work for me. How are you going to determine the time??

?I want this to be as complete as possible for her, so that will include ejaculation into her.? She was looking directly into my eyes. ?I?ve told her in preparation for her introduction she had better be on birth control pills, and I know she is taking them. I?ve also been having her record daily temperatures so I can time ovulation, which also leads to a peak sexual experience.? She took a deep breath. ?And while she is very close to her boyfriend, she does not know what I have planned, that I am not going to be using him as her introduction. I have told her that, when she chooses, she will be beyond my parental jurisdiction for her choice of sex partners after graduation.?

?Can?t this be considered r*pe?? I asked, obviously with considerable consternation.

?I think we?ll get around that. She knows?has actually seen?different men penetrate me, and women too, and understands that sex is sex, that there is an emotional component separate from the physical, and all that jargon. If I can bring this off, I feel that you will be able to give her the experience and the strength to find the best life-mate for herself. What she chooses to do with it will be her choice.?

Knowing my lovely instructor?s history, this last point is of vital importance to her.

We had six weeks in which to work things out.

In the rooms where we held our sessions, both at the main address and at my personal instructor?s home, were one or more silk screens that were randomly positioned around the room. They were very decorative and appropriate for the ambiance of the space. They also served a function. I was shown that, with proper lighting, they were one way viewports. One could see out through them, but not into them. Frankie had been having her observe some selected classes.

So, recently her daughter had seen mom instructing the ?advanced classes? at her home. She had been instructed for years in the breathing and focus techniques as stress controls. She was a practitioner of yoga and meditation techniques, and was aware of the Oriental and Hindu differences of sex in their cultures as compared to the European influence in this country. And she had turned eighteen three weeks ago.

She was also pressuring mom to make good on her promise. She cooperated with mom in using makeup to make herself look older, in order to actually participate. This let mom include her in an occasional class held at home, which were mostly advanced breathing and focus, and advanced masturbation to shared masturbation techniques.

Then I got the phone call. ?Her peak ovulation will occur Thursday. We can work with Wednesday or Friday as well. Celine doesn?t know this is the event.? Thursday would be fine. ?I?ve also asked Melody to work with her. It will just be the four of us.? Melody was another advanced assistant.

Melody and I showed up at the house on Thursday at 7:00 pm as requested. Frankie asked us to don oriental type costumes, complete with face paint and head gear. We were naked underneath. Frankie also had a costume. As soon as we were far enough along not to be easily identified, Frankie called, ?Celine, please come down. We?re almost ready to begin.?

As Celine entered, she said, ?This is different.?

"Frequently the sexual experience includes dressing up and role play, so in the meditation this evening we are going to explore that as well,? Frankie commented with an instructor?s voice. ?I?d like you to participate as well.?

When Celine finished donning her outfit?sans face paint?Frankie led us into the meditation exercises. As we entered the hands-on practicum of the meditation, I was paired with Frankie and Celine paired with Melody. I later became apprised that the women who worked with Melody gave her the highest references on skill. Frankie was certainly stacking the deck for her daughter.

Melody expertly drew Celine into a major sexual awakening of her senses. As Celine grew more absorbed and responsive into the experience, Frankie said, ?Let?s all work together as a team to assist Celine in the experience she is celebrating.? I moved to one side, Frankie to the other, and Melody delectably opened Celine?s flower.

Frankie signaled to remove my robe and quickly brought me to attention. The two of us had stroked and stimulated every nerve ending above Celine?s naval, and Melody had completed curling her toes. Celine was writhing. ?Okay, let?s transition,? Frankie announced.

The three of us shifted one position, placing me between Celine?s legs, in front of her nectar rich flower. I proceeded to gently tap my erect penis on Celine?s engorged clit, stroking it up and down her flower petals. In reflex, Celine lifted her knees, thrusting her hip up. My tip slid right into her tight nether mouth, her lips reaching out to grasp. ?More,? she whispered, ?more?, I twisted in her opening, feather stroking her clitoris, ?More, God, fuck me. FUCK ME. FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMMEEE!!!!? Celine?s voice rose in a yell. I slipped in halfway. Celine bunched under me and shoved her hips up around me, her vaginal muscles clenching in spasm. I moved as gently as I could as the spasm held, relaxed, and reengaged. ?FFUUCCKK MEEE!!!? she pleaded. Throwing her head back and forth, her mask came off. Her eyes were wild with need. Melody and Frankie each nursed on a breast, Melody also reaching down to stroke Celine's clit as my arms supported my weight.

It was a couple of minutes before Celine relaxed enough for me to truly pump in and out adequately for Celine to have a full vaginal release. Once that occurred I released my primary load into her hungry vagina. Then she realized that she was well and truly fucked. ?Mom??? she asked, looking up, her hair matted with sweat.

?Welcome to womanhood, my loveliest daughter. How was the experience?? Frankie asked in the most loving and motherly voice a teacher could have as she hugged her daughter.

During the rest of the session Celine was introduced to various positions, reverse missionary, reverse cowgirl, doggie. The three of us continuously were stroking, stimulating, calming, extending her sexual celebration. She sat on me to be eaten while mom rode me in front of her. She practiced preliminary steps to felatio, she experienced ab introduction to Sapphic love. We left the experience of DP and anal for her own explorations. And as Salutatorian of her class, her graduation was completed without a hitch.

On Memorial Day Frankie and I were working out again. ?How are you celebrating today?? she asked.

?By recovering,? I replied.

?Follow me? was all she said.

We went to her house. ?Celine is out for the day, actually for the next two days. How do burgers sound?? This was not the usual fare for my exercise partner.

?Sure,? I said.

Lunch was leisurely. She was quiet. We held hands, again not really usual for her. After some spiked ice tea, she looked at me and broke through. ?My daughter is grown.? I smiled. ?She is on her own, or will be soon.? I nodded. She pulled me up. ?Hold me.? I wrapped her into my embrace. She wept briefly. Looking up at me, into my eyes, she gently drew my lips to hers, taking a gentle feathery kiss into full blown passion. ?Can you stay the afternoon?? Holding hands, together we locked up, found our way to the bedroom.

We had coffee, fruit and pastry for breakfast. In the nude and in bed.