Mark was so pleased. He was obviously very excited but he remained very quiet and calm. His head rolled back and his eyes, those fiery eyes, disappeared while his mouth gapped open breathlessly. He seemed in shock from my attentions. He drifted off into his own blissful world and it made me proud to have such an effect on this wonderful man.
As my head bobbed and his balls got squeezed and caressed and fondled, his breathing started to pick up and his heartbeat raged. His sweet completion was imminent.
Next I slid down just a little more and took his nut sack into my mouth while continuing to pump his shiny, tall, organ with my hand. His cock started to swell even more. It was an incredible feeling as this shaft seemed so alive.It had a heartbeat of its own, it seemed to be breathing in and out with each stroke. It flexed and danced and swelled again and again and again and then with an amazing throb, his dick pulsed violently and started to empty itself all over us. On his stomach was a splash, on my arm a splash, in my hair a splash, and finally a nice little hot puddle of Mark on my hand as the rest cascaded out of him, relaxing him.
His moans and the spent expression on his face said it all.
He sat there for a moment with a dazed but pleased look on his face but snapped out of it when he realized that I was still there. Then he started in on me.
He pulled me up to him again and kissed me with deep passionate kisses. I’m not sure how it happened but somehow I ended up sitting and he was kneeling in front of me sucking on my rock hard nipples. It felt like shadow play because I swear every move I made on him earlier, he made on me. Copying me wasn’t a bad thing either because the way he kissed my belly gave me butterflies.
Mark then made his way down to my soft brown bush and tenderly sucked on my clit till I thought I would faint. He inserted his tongue in me and I remember thinking: Oh god, how can his tongue be so long? Some dicks don’t even feel that long. In and out up and around he went with his mouth and I was leaking all over his face. The aroma of sex was wafting through the air. Thank god the janitor had already made his rounds because that perfume has only one name: Fuckin'!
and I’m sure it seeped under the closet door. But guess what? I didn’t care.
True to the shadow play, just like his did, my head rolled back and my eyes faded to white as he attended to me with his tongue lips and gently biting teeth. Then all of a sudden Mark was in me!
I didn’t realize that he was getting stiff again. He raised himself up and inserted himself into my slippery swollen pussy with ease. This time my breath made a quick exit.
Mark started in me with long deep winding strokes that made my stomach clinch with pleasure. In and out and around and around he went stirring my insides with his cock. Then he gripped my hips roughly and pulled us together with all his might. His soft head nudged my cervix as his pelvis put pressure on my clit and swelled pussy lips. I was stuffed with Mark and I felt like I might be split down the middle. It was sweet sweet agonizing pleasure and I came with such velocity that my spasm was a bit painful to Mark’s glorius organ.
I buried my face in his chest and I tried to catch my breath. Girls, he is so sensitive and so attentive that he just held me there and let me collect myself. He remained hard and he stayed tucked into me as deep as he could.
Then he withdrew his hips and allowed that long cock of his to slide out. It was coated with me and I let out a delighted giggle when I saw it.
Mark then grabbed me by the elbow and led me up on my feet. He put his hand on the small of my back. How does he know just where to put his hands? He rotated us into a different position and kind of slid behind me to sit down all the while keeping his hands on my back. With his hands on my hips he pulled me down onto his organ. I sat down willingly as I felt his mushroom push open my lips and enter me again. The heat between us was incredible. Sweat poured down my face, my chest and stomach and it trickled down the sack of his nuts, tickling him so that he let out a little laugh.
I started a steady, slow grind on his lap and our pulse quickened as if we were one. He squeezed me hips in those hands of his and assisted with my rise and fall, my ass bouncing his balls. The slapping sound of our bodies was raunchy but I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. He reached around me and squeezed my nipples and palmed my crotch with his big meaty hand. The pressure he put on my clit and lips felt like pushing and pulling at the same time, damn, a vaccuum even. His palm was sucking at me as he flexed his hand and wrist. I have never felt anything like that in my life.
I slammed down on his cock again and again until I felt another storm rising in my guts. The pulsing and clinching started somewhere in my spine and I felt like I was strapped to a rollercoaster against my will and my stomach was being turned inside out.
Mark felt my cervix dancing and my pussy gripping and letting go, gripping and letting go. Oh! Mark and his dick knows me so well because as I reached the finish line, Mark met me there with a gusher of his own. He stretched my insides first with his ballooning cock and then flooded me with another dose of his essence. We came together with such force that the plastic chair we were in leapt off the floor.
We continued our victory dance, although slower, till the pulsing of his dick and the clinching of my pussy subsided. We exchanged dozens of sighs, moans and groans before his dick softened and slowly oozed out of me.
Well, that’s the story of how I met a not-so-dull, and definitely not gay male teacher and fucked his brains out. What do you think girls? If you could meet him you’d think the same thing I think .
The End
Pai Seh last story for today and will post again when time permits .
Claimed
He entered the room, His strong form blocking the light from the hallway. The very sight of Him taking my breath away. My body trembling as fingertips find the edge of the silks. He leans on the doorway, His gaze sweeping over me. Chocolate gaze lowered as I stand as still as possible.
He moves into the room, the door closing softly behind Him with a click. Candlelight flickering across my flesh, their very shadows tickling across my flesh. Slowly He walks around me, inspecting me. Those sapphire eyes piercing to my very soul.
Remaining silent, wishing to only kneel before Him, I can’t help but to swallow hard. I can feel the slightest of movements of my silks. With each rise and fall of my chest the silks further taunt my flesh. The light silks suddenly heavy, my knees tremble lightly, my very core stills at the sound of His voice.
“Eyes closed” The command given softly, my body obeying before I can even understand what He had commanded. My sight gone I try to listen. My mind wondering where He is, what He is doing…. My heart racing over loading my senses as I try to listen to where He is.
Then I feel Him. He is behind me. His chest pressed to my back, one hand resting atop my hip. His hand tracing up the curve, and then up the side of my arm. A shiver runs through me as I remain still. His hand finding my neck, rough fingers tenderly brushing the hair aside, His lips fluttering across my neck. A whisper of love shared.
Again His lips flutter across my sensitive skin. My mind screaming out to Him. Begging pleading… just wanting to throw myself in His arms. His fingers trailing along the collar, then down my shoulder, finding the single knot He tugs it, releasing the knot yet holding the silks.
A small gasp escapes me. Then suddenly the air is cold. He stepped back from me and the silks puddle to the floor at me feet. Trembling, aching, tears brimming I can do nothing but stand there. Even the air must tease me, its soft whisperings exciting my flesh more.
I listen for Him. Any sign, any sound, anything to know. His silence is deafening, not even His footfalls reveal Him. Then His hand is tracing my jaw line tilting my lips towards Him. It takes everything not to offer to kiss Him, His thumb caressing over my bottom lip.
His hand moving down to my chest, His fingers light across my flesh, a tear slips free. His finger finds the single tear, scooping it up, and then kissing it. I can hear a soft click as a leash is applied to my collar, His fist tightening in it pulling me to Him, His free hand grasping the back of my neck.
He leans in, his kiss devouring my lips. Strong possessive, He claims my mouth, my heart and my soul, all in that single kiss. a whimper of a plea escapes. Desire, fire, my body of molten heat longing only to be fully claimed by Him.
His grip tightens in my hair, I want to open my eyes and gaze into the endless blues of his, but reluctantly I refrain. His grip tightens as He guides me backwards. My back now pressed against the wall… He releases the leash and my hair, His hands traveling down my shoulders, across my arms. He captures both my wrists, crossing them above my head.
The cold steel is felt then the click heard as he chains me to the wall. His hands begin exploring me. All that is His claiming every inch. His mouth trailing lightly over my nipples, exciting me further, His hands moving lower.
“Open your eyes” He whispers as His fingers claim the heated treasure. Gasping as my eyes flutter open. The need in His eyes dark, possessive, demanding. His fingers delving deeper. Claiming, exploring all that is His.
“They will remain open, you will see how I view you.” My heart leaps, my blood boils, my heart calling out to Him. Words lost as I can only nod that I understand. His free hand gripping lightly at my neck, His right hand delving deeper, working my core. The fires lit as He presses me to the wall.
His large form covering me as I fight to remain still my body wanting to press into Him, to beg to be taken. My throat tight in excitement, tears of love, of fire, of desire, of longing burning bright in my chocolates.
Peering nervously into His deep sapphires I am almost lost. I can feel His desire pressed against my thigh, restricted by His pants. His eyes demanding, hungry, longing… hot. Hot to claim me, to be deep inside me. His hunger His love, ravaging Him as much as He ravages me.
“Please Master” I cry out, my body needing His so desperately. His fingers slip free of my core, He steps back, scanning me, hips arched towards Him as the cold air replaces where He had been.
“Please Master” I whimper, as another tear trails down my cheek. He brings His fingers to His lips and licks His fingertips lightly, His sapphires never leaving my eyes.
Slowly His hands find His trousers, releasing His surging manhood from the tight confines of the material. He tugs them off and tosses them to the side. All I want to do is to run my tongue down His chest and kneel before Him. Licking my lips at the thought of tasting Him upon my lips. My hands pulling restlessly at the confines of the shackles.
A small groan escaping me as He reads the desire in my eyes. His soft chuckle breaks the silence, making me long for Him even more.
“Not this night little one, not this night.”
He closes the space between us quickly, His hand rough on my throat, His gaze never faltering. The roughness suddenly gone as His hand slips behind my neck, His mouth claiming mine again. His tongue delving deeper, our tongues entwined in a hunger dance. His knee pushes my thighs apart, slipping between them.
His hardness pressed at my core, a soft groan escaping. My back arches out offering all of me to Him, silently pleading with Him. He breaks the kiss; His hungry kisses find my breast. Kissing around the nipples then nipping one lightly taking it in His mouth, then with a sudden thrust, He is completely in me.
My back arches more as I cry out in pleasure, His intensity claiming me, His power, His strength… He owns me fully. And tonight He is reminding me. His strokes are long and deep, taking me to my very core. Small ripples of pleasure course through my body as my hands wring in the shackles. Tears of acceptances, of love, of being hopeless His fall.
His strokes drive deeper and faster, His breath on my neck as he takes me, His hands on my hips driving me deeper, impaling me with His own desire. He growls softly in my ear.
“Now en’safora… cum for me now!” my body yields completely to Him. My head thrown back in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure claim my body. My heart racing, breath ragged, He works faster, harder, deeper, intent on claiming all of me.
Tears unhindered slide down my cheeks, I can feel Him tighten then release in me sending my body through another wave. His pace slows; my body weak as He reaches up ad releases my hands. He slides from inside me and scoops me up in His arms.
“Tonight, en’safora, you shall sleep in My bed”
The End
The Salesman ( Part 1)
“Have a seat Mr. Raye, I’ll be with you in a minute,” ordered Hannah Stern, as she finished up a telephone conversation! “Now,” she asked while putting down the phone, “how may I help you, Mr. Raye.” Winston Raye had made thousands of sales calls in his day, but for the first time, his tongue was literally tied as he stared at Hannah Stern’s incredible body. “Mr. Raye,” she said impatiently, “I’m a busy woman, can you please get to the point of your visit.” “Uh, yeah, sure,” he stumbled, “I represent the Cool Image Lingerie Company, and I’ like to show you what we have to offer, and of course, if you’re impressed with our products, we hope that you would carry them in all your stores.” “Mr. Raye,” she replied, “we already have three other lines that take up too much shelf space as it is, how on earth do you think we can take on a fourth.” “I don’t,” he replied quickly, “I think that after you see how competitive our pricing structure is that you’ll drop your least profitable line and pick up ours.” “Well since you’re here,” she replied, “it wouldn’t hurt to take a look.”
“So these are your bra and panty sets,” she asked, while feeling the material with a practiced hand. “Yes,” he answered quickly, and we can give you these a fifty two cents a set less than any of our competitors." “Mmmmmmm,” she hummed, while showing more interest, “how long would that rate hold.” “Two year guarantee,” he responded, “that’s at least a year better than anyone else will give you.” “She stood up and stretched, which only accentuated her huge bust, and again practically knocked the wind out of Winston’s lungs just looking at her. “Your samples all seem to be in smaller sizes,” she opined, “nothing in that you’ve shown me would even come close to fitting someone like me.” “That’s no problem at all,” he replied in a shaky voice, “of course we handle all the regular sizes, and of course we have our matronly line for the fuller figured woman.” “How long have you been in the business, Mr. Raye,” she asked. “About fifteen years, give or take a year,” he replied proudly. “And you would consider yourself and expert on women’s lingerie,” she went on. “Yes I would,” he replied, “I think I know the market, and I certainly know my product.” “In that case,” she went on, “what size bra do you think I wear, just form your visual observation.” He was a little taken aback at such a personal question, but realizing that this was some sort of test he dove right in and replied, “Well, you would need one of our larger models for the bra, and a regular size for the panties, and by the way your customers can always mix and match their panties and bras separately, just as you would have to.” “Always,” she said with a laugh, “now back to my original question, what size am I.”
“May I have a closer look,” he asked, “I’m a little far away to make an accurate estimate.” “In that case,” she replied as she stepped around to the front of her desk until she was almost touching him, “is that better, Mr. Raye.” He gulped once or twice, and then in a very unsteady voice said, “Uh, I-I’d say that you were a double d-cup, and probably about forty inches on the chest measurement.” “Very good, Mr. Raye,” she said smoothly, “you get a gold star, you really do know your lingerie.” “Now,” she continued, “what is the largest size you have in you case.” “Let me see,” he replied while going through his inventory, “I have one forty d-cup, in the black lace.”
“That’s close enough,” she said casually, “I never buy anything unless I test it for myself.” He handed her the garment and waited for her to get up and leave the room to change, but to his utter disbelief, she calmly took off her blouse and removed her white satin bra as if he wasn’t even there. He tried to keep quiet and act nonchalant, but as her huge mammaries fell into view, he made a a loud audible gasp at the sight of her incredible melons. “Mr. Raye,” she admonished, “I’d like to think you’ve seen lingerie models before.” “I-I have,” he barely croaked, “you just surprised me that’s all. “How would I measure up to the other models you’ve seen,” she asked seriously. He didn’t even have to lie, when he replied, “I’ve never seen anyone who could hold a candle to you, you really do the product justice.” “Why thank you, Mr. Raye,” she said gratefully, “so, how do I look.” Winston just stared at the bounteous display of feminine pulchritude, and stammered, “If we could put a cardboard cutout of you dressed in one of our bras by each of our displays, we’d sell out in an hour.” She laughed a high lilting laugh that only made Winston break out in a cold sweat when she asked, “Can you see my nipples in the cups, I think this model is designed to show through.” He swallowed hard and replied, “Y-yes, you can plainly see them.” “Oh my,” she said as a shiver went through her, “they just got all hard, I’m so embarrassed.” “Don’t be,” he shot back quickly, “they look very sexy that way, all hard and everything.” “Thanks,” she replied, and then asked, “do you think I should try on the matching panties.”
The Salesman ( Part 2)
It only took him three seconds to find the matching panties, and much to his sheer delight, she stripped off her skirt and pantyhose leaving her totally naked below her waist. This was too much, the tent in the front of his pants was a dead giveaway, he had a hardon the size of the Washington Monument. Oblivious to this fact, she slipped into the sheer black undies and posed provocatively for him, with her huge breast spilling out over the top of her bra, and her dark brown pubic hair, easily visible through the transparent fabric covering her pussy. “Well, how do I look,” she asked while posing with her hands on her hips. He tried to answer, but no words came out of his mouth, but it didn’t matter, because it was at that instant she said softly, “Winston, you seem to be having a problem inside of your trousers.” Now totally embarrassed, he stammered, “I-I’m very sorry, Mz. Stern, it’s just that, well, you see, it’s like this, you’re all dressed in those things, and…………” The cutting him off she said, “You mean that little ole me did that to you just because I’m wearing a simple bra and panties.” By now he was growing delirious, and all he could do was nod, while his stare shifted from her huge chest down to her bushy crotch. “Do you know what I think,” she asked softly, “I think you had better let that cock out before you hurt yourself, don’t you.”
In all his years of sales calls, this was the first time anything like this had ever happened to him, and unbelievably, it was with one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. Seeing that he was in such distress that he was temporarily frozen, Hannah Stern unzipped his fly and extracted his now fully erect penis. “Oh, Winston,” she gushed, “you have such a nice erection, and to think that I’m the cause of it all, I’m so sorry.” “S-sorry,” he was able to stammer, “you’re crazy, I should be on my hands and knees thanking you.” “Really,” she said innocently, “and what would you do for me if you were in front of me on your hands and knees, please, show me.” With gentle pressure, she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him to the floor in front of her, where without even a warning, she pulled his face to her satin covered vagina and said softly, “Okay, Mr. Winston Raye, suck my pussy.”
The aroma of freshly aroused pussy was more than merely exciting, it was completely intoxicating as Winston’s nostrils flared while trying to inhale as much of the scent as possible. “Winston,” she said sweetly, “can you eat me through my panties, they’re so thin that I’m sure you can make me cum that way, don’t you.” His mother had always taught him not to talk when his mouth was full, and besides, he considered it to be a rhetorical question as his tongue poked hard against the satin front of her panties. “Ooooooooooooo,” she moaned when his tongue found the tip of her clit hidden deep inside the forest of brown pubic hair, “you have such a nice mouth, Winston, you really know how to make a girl feel special.” He kept working her clit, but found it frustrating to work against the thin layer of material that separated his mouth from its target, so without a moment’s hesitation, he pulled the crotch of the panties to the side and bored in hard on her now fully available clitoris. “Oh, yes,” she moaned, “do it harder, do it for mama, make her have a nice hard orgasm, she needs it so bad, make her cum hard!” That voice, it was like the angels speaking, so lilting, and so incredibly sexy, that it was all he could do to keep form blowing his nut right then and there, but somehow he controlled his pecker, and yet skillfully brought Hannah Stern to a cunt wrenching climax with his over active tongue.
Her legs, already unsteady do to her climax, slowly gave away as she slid to the floor while whispering grateful thank yous, she then added, “Now it’s my turn,” while taking his erection into her warm mouth a delicately running her tongue all around his velvety head!!! As his nut sack began to tighten, he pinched himself in the leg just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, but he wasn’t, and the proof soon was filling Hannah Stern’s mouth, as blast after blast slammed against the back of her throat.
As they lay together in a tangle of arms and legs, Hannah Stern asked, “So, Mr. Raye, how long does it take for delivery.” Now quickly regaining his senses he replied, “About two weeks, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to stop by every month just to make sure everything is running smoothly, don’t you think!?!” “Nope,” she replied quickly, “I was thinking more along the lines of twice a month.
The End.
THE VISIT ( Part 1)
The sounding buzzer on his intercom caused a frown to cross Sumner Holton’s face as he was wading through a series of depositions on a case he was preparing for trial the next day! He put down the documents and in a slightly irritated voice asked his secretary, “What is it, Alice, I asked not to be disturbed.” “I’m sorry, Mr. Holton,” she replied, “there is a young woman out here who claims to be your wife and is demanding to see you.” “My wife,” he exclaimed in surprise, “I’ll be right there, thank you, Alice.” He strode over to the door and upon opening it, sure enough, there standing next to Alice’s desk was Faye, his wife of three months. “Honey,” he said in a slightly strained voice, “what on earth are you doing here, I am absolutely swamped.”
“I just had to see you,” she replied with a hint of desperation, “can we go into your office for a minute, please?” He was about to tell her he’d see her at dinner, but just as he was about to open his mouth, she opened the front of her fur coat to reveal that the only thing she had on underneath it was a pair of thigh high pull on stockings, except for that, she was naked as a jay bird. Faye was standing only a few feet from his secretary, and only the angle of her line of sight was keeping her from seeing just exactly what Sumner had just seen. He was stunned into momentary silence, but his pretty wife mouthed the words, “I need you right now”, and so figuring that arguing would get him nowhere, he took her by the arm and led her into his office, where before closing the door instructed Alice to hold all of his calls.
Once inside, he was about to ask her what the heck was going on, but before he could get word one out of his mouth, she threw herself at him, covered his lips with hers and gave him a long hard deep kiss that immediately sent a small shock wave to his groin. He gently pulled them apart and asked in a slightly breathless voice, “What in the heck’s gotten into you, honey, I’ve got a ton of work to do and not much time to do it.” In her best little girl’s voice she replied, “I don’t think you love me anymore.” “W-why would you say such a thing, Faye,” he asked softly, “you know I love you more than anyone or anything in this whole wide world.” “You’re not showing it,” she replied as a real tear slid down her cheek, “I just want to make sure that you still want me.” “Baby,” he shot back, “why in the world would you think such a thing?” “How long have we been married,” she asked. “Uh, a little over three months,” he replied, “why?” “In that three months,” she went on, “how many times have we missed making love in the morning before you went to work.” “Well, uh,” he stammered, “I guess we haven’t missed at all, until today, is that what this is all about.” “You left for work and didn’t even try making love to me,” she wailed, “did I do something to make you mad at me?” “Oh, no,” he quickly replied, “it’s nothing like that, hon, it’s just that I had to get to the office so early today that I didn’t want to wake you up.” “Well it’s not fair,” she said between sniffles, “I’m so used to it now that I can’t go without it.” “I’m sorry, baby,” he said while giving her a hug and leading her towards the door, “don’t worry, tonight I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” She dug in her heals, pulled out of his grasp, and replied stubbornly, “No, you hafta give it to me now, and I’m not gonna leave until you do!.
THE VISIT (Part 2)
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and said with more than a touch of exasperation, “Now wait a minute, Faye, I have a lot of work to do and you’re just going to have to wait until this evening, now you run along home, okay.” “I said no,” she retorted, “I will not leave until I get what I came for.” “Jesus, baby,” he replied, “you want me to fuck you right here, you must be crazy.” “Don’t call me that,” she said a little harshly, “all I want is for my husband to make love to me, is that so wrong?” “Of course not,” he answered, “but be reasonable, baby, this isn’t the time or place.” “Oh,” she asked, “and I suppose that time on the elevator in New Orleans WAS the right time and place.” “Shit,” he thought to himself, “it’s impossible to win an argument with a woman,” so for the last time he pleaded, “Please, just wait until tonight and I’ll do anything you ask.” As if to seal the deal, she gave him almost a cold look and replied, “I’m not leaving here, so you might as well get used to the idea,” and then much to his chagrin, she took off her coat and tossed it on the floor and stood in the middle of his office in only her black hose and a wry smile.
“God, Faye,” he pleaded, “what if the boss comes in, I could get fired.” “You should have thought of that this morning,” she shot back, “and besides, if you would’ve gotten down to business right when we came in here I’d already be long gone.” He stared at her for a second, realizing that he was going to have to take care of her one way of the other, and he was just about to speak when she said in her best little girl’s voice, “Sumner, honey, just look at my little pussy, it’s all wet and everything, can’t you just stick your big thing inside of me, just for a minute or two, please.” She was just incredible, the body of a whore and the voice of an angel, an absolutely devastating combination, and of course he was powerless to resist her. She interrupted his thoughts again when she asked sweetly, “You’ve always really like my boobs, and just look at my nipples, they’re all hard and crinkly, just the way you like them, come on now, come and get some sugar from your little honey.”
In the end, he was just a little boy who would do anything she asked of him, so when she spread her lean tan thighs apart and said, “Come on, baby, do mama first with your tongue,” he just dropped to his knees and let his tongue snake out and feed on the opening in her ripe organ. “That’s a good, baby,” she cooed as he fed ravenously on her plump vagina, “you make me feel so nice with your warm tongue, ooooooooooh yessssssss, do mama’s clitty for her, mmmmm, you’re such a good boy, oh yessss, baby, do me!!!” She was like a narcotic and he an addict who couldn’t get enough of her, and it crossed his mind that he must have been crazy to have skipped this to read depositions. After three months of marriage, he had discovered that her pussy was an unbelievably responsive to oral servitude, and so it came as no surprise when she shuddered hard and climaxed hard into his open mouth, drenching him with a flood of hot pussy juice. He was hoping that that would tide her over until later, but it had only whetted her massive appetite as she grabbed at the front of his crotch and tried desperately to extract his penis from inside of his suit pants.
“Come on, baby,” she panted, “you know that sucking me off just gets my pussy started, you hafta fuck me hard and fast, now get it out, and hurry.” “Ohhhhhhh, myyyyy,” she sighed when it popped into view, “I just love your pecker, it’s so thick and hard and just made for me.” She grabbed it firmly and pulled it towards her gaping slit, while all the time telling him what a perfect cock he had and how much she loved it. She was right about one thing, she always needed more than a good sucking, and now he was going to give it to her, in fucking spades. “Oooomph,” she gasped as he drilled her cunt with his seven inch spike, “uhhhh, fuck me, stud boy, give me your prick and fuck me.” He loved fucking her, but always wondered how she could take the brutal attacks his pecker made on her soft little pussy, while over and over again he rammed his thickness into her as she thrust her hips forward, making each stab just that more devastating.
THE VISIT (Part 3)
His shirt had turned into a sweaty rag as the perspiration dripped off of his face and down onto her heaving chest, which ran down between her cleavage and formed a small puddle in her cute little naval. They were now moving in perfect synchrony, with his thrusts being matched by hers and her clit and his pecker head rocketing towards climaxes that were sure to leave both of them shuddering and devastated. And while this wasn’t quite up to the elan of the elevator fuck in the Crescent City, this was coming pretty damn close as both of them writhed around and ground their heaving organs together as their orgasms twisted every last ounce of pleasure out of their quivering loins.
He lay on top of her for what seem like and hour, when in fact it was only minutes, but finally he was able to struggle to his feet and slip his well fucked cock back inside his pants. He helped her up, slipped the lynx coat over her shoulders, and said softly, “Well, Mrs. Holton, is it all right if you husband gets back to work now!” “MmmmmHmmmmm,” she hummed, “but tell him he’d better not forget what’s important, can you give him that message for me please!?!” He kissed her hard on the mouth one more time and replied softly, “Message gotten, message received.”
The End.
STUDENT TEACHER ( Part 1)
“…….so if you inverse these two coefficients and multiply by the square root of base, you will be able to figure the area under the parabola, any questions!?!” “I can guarantee that this formula will be on the next test,” Miss Egger opined, “so I suggest you make sure you know it backwards and forwards, so if there are no questions, that will be all until tomorrow, and by the way, don’t forget that the odd numbered problems on page 243 are due on Friday by three thirty, okay, you’re all dismissed, except for Margo, please stop by my desk before you leave!!!”
While the other students shuffled out of the senior advanced math class, Margo stood and waited next to Miss Egger’s desk, wondering what in the heck she had done now!!! After everyone was gone the young student teacher said, “We’ve spoken about this before, Margo, but you continue to disrupt the class with your incessant talking, can you please explain to me what your problem is, you spent half of the period jabbering with Luanne!?!” “Uh, I don’t know,” Margo replied softly, “I’m sorry, Miss Egger, it won’t happen again, I promise!!!”
“But you’ve made promises before,” Jolee Egger replied, “how can I believe you now!?!” “I don’t know,” the eighteen year old said softly, “I said I was sorry didn’t I?!?” “Yes, Margo, yes you did, but that really doesn’t hold much water anymore, does it,” Jolee asked, “so tell me, what did you and Luanne talk about that was so important that it couldn’t wait until after class!?!” “I don’t know,” Margo whined, “it was just stuff!!!” “Stuff, what kind of answer is that,” Jolee demanded, “I want to know right now what was so important that you couldn’t keep your mouth shut for fifty three minutes!!!”
Margo stood sullenly looking at the floor, but seemingly unwilling to talk about it!!! “You didn’t have any problem talking before and you’re not leaving here until you tell me what you were talking about, do I make myself clear,” Jolee said sharply!?!" “Well,” Jolee snapped, “let’s have it!!!” “Okay,” Margo said softly, “ya see I was supposed to have this date last night with Vince, but he couldn’t make it, and I was just talkin’ to Luanne about it, that’s all!!!” “So what’s so important about a missed date,” Miss Egger questioned!?! “Uh, nothing I guess,” Margo said with her head bowed!!! “Don’t give me that young lady,” Jolee retorted, “I want to know what the heck was so important that you had to disrupt the class at least three times today, now speak up girl!?!”
STUDENT TEACHER (Part 2)
“Well, uh, you see,” Margo sputtered, “it’s like this, Vince and I, that is, Vince meets me after school or dinner and we, you know, we have, you know!!!” “No, I don’t know,” Jolee replied in exasperation, “please, explain it to me!!!” “Oh, gosh,” Margo whined, “this is so embarrassing!!!” “Just spit it out,” Jolee ordered, “you’re going to stay here until you tell me exactly what’s going on, so you might as well get it over with!!!” Margo fidgeted from foot to foot until she finally broke down and said, “I-I have a really unbelievably strong sexual appetite and last night Vince missed our date and I’m going out of my mind with lust, and it’s driving me crazy,” as tears began running down the poor girl’s cheeks while she reached into her purse to pull out a handkerchief to blow her sniffling nose!!!"
“So that’s it,” Jolee Egger said softly, “it’s almost like a hidden force inside of you that you can’t control, and without daily relief you practically go bonkers, is that about right?!?” “Y-yes,” Margo stammered, “how do you know so much about how I feel, unless…….!!!” “………unless I have the same problem,” Jolee said while finishing Margo’s sentence, “and you’re correct, I do have the same problem you have, but I’ve learned to control it, just as you will!!!”
After letting it sink in that she wasn’t in this boat alone, Margo asked hesitantly, “How can you control it unless you have a man there to, you know, do you!?!” “Well naturally, it is always preferable to have man,” Jolee replied, “but if there isn’t one available you have to find a way to get through the day without losing it, and there are several ways of handling it successfully!!!” “Really,” Margo asked eagerly, “please tell me, I’m desperate!!!”
Jolee chuckled a little at Margo’s excitement but brushed it off and continued, “First off, while a man is choice number one, don’t discount using a woman if that’s all that’s handy, a woman can really give great head cuz she knows exactly what another woman wants, so that is really a great option to think about!!!” “Y-you’ve let a woman go down on you?” asked a wide eyed Margo!?! “Of course,” Jolee replied, “it’s much better than losing your mind, and once you’ve done it a few times you’ll actually find yourself looking forward to being pleasured by another woman.” “Wow,” Margo said slowly, “I’ve never thought about it that way, how do you find a willing partner, a woman I mean!?!” “We’ll talk about that later,” Jolee replied, “now as for the other option, I have a miniature vibrator that I can put it my vagina in the morning before leaving the house that is operated by a small remote control, allowing me to turn it on and off at will!!!” “Better living through electricity, huh,” Margo joked!?! “You got that right,” Jolee said with a laugh!!!
STUDENT TEACHER ( Part 3)
“So tell me,” Jolee asked, “what do you like better, oral or intercourse?!” “Definitely oral,” Margo gushed, “and Vince has such a talent for it, I just love it when he dips his tongue deep in my hole and then finishes me off by sucking my clit!!!” “How many orgasms a day do you really need,” Jolee asked, “I mean to keep you going, just the bare minimum!?!” “At least two, but three would be better,” Margo answered quickly, “what about you!?!” “I’m afraid as you get older it only gets worse, three minimum and more than likely four,” Jolee replied, “by the way, how many have you had today!?!” “None,” Margo said sadly, “how about you!?!” “One this morning, my girl friend ate me out just before I left for school,” Jolee replied, “but I could really use another one right now, I’m getting really tight just talking to you about all this stuff!!!” “Me too,” Margo whispered huskily, “I have another secret, I think my vaginal lips are a lot bigger than any of my friends, are yours bigger too!?!” “I have and idea,” Jolee said softly, “why don’t you see for yourself!?!”
“Oh, Miss Egger,” Margo gasped, “y-your vagina is absolutely beautiful, and your lips are huge and puffed up, just like mine!!!” “Do you shave yours too,” Jolee asked, “I keep mine smooth for good oral sex, I like to feel every sensation if you know what I mean!?!” “No, mine’s really hairy, “Margo answered, “but maybe I should shave it, what do you think!?!” “What ever suits you, hon,” Jolee replied, “now be a good little student and take care of teacher’s vagina, okay!?!”
Gingerly Margo lowered her mouth to the gaping lips of the young student teacher, nervous abut her first foray into lesbian sex!!! “Don’t be nervous, baby,” Jolee sighed, “mmmmmm, that’s a good girl, mmmmmm, yeah, right there, lick my clit!!” “Holy cow,” Margo thought to herself, “this is unreal, I’m eating another woman’s pussy and absolutely loving it, will wonders never cease to amaze!!!” “Are you sure you haven’t done this before,” Jolee gasped, “your tongue is so fucking talented, it found my clit in less than ten seconds, you are a cunt sucking wonder!!!” And she was too, maybe it was just a knack she had, or maybe it had something to do with her problem, but whatever the reason, Margo was a natural at eating pussy!!!
For women with Margo and Jolee’s problem, once sexual contact is initiated, it doesn’t take but a few minutes to achieve orgasm, and this was no exception as Jolee bucked her vulva hard into Margo’s mouth, which induced a very hard brutal climax that left the young teacher shaking like the proverbial leaf!!! “God you are unbelievable,” Jolee panted, “I might just take you home and keep you locked up as my personal pussy licker!!!” Margo laughed a little, but the knot in her stomach and the tenseness in her pussy had only intensified as she paid oral homage to her teacher!!!