Teacher-student relations filmed in classrooms

“Come on in, Peter,” Laura Rogers said with a big smile, “how was school today, dear!?!” “Pretty good, Mrs. Rogers,” the eighteen year old replied quickly, “but I was so excited about our session, my mind wasn’t really on my studies!!!” “How sweet of you to say that,” Laura answered while kissing the young lad on the cheek, “now be a good boy and show me your penis!!!” Hurriedly Peter unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans and boxer shorts down around is ankles, letting his semi hard penis bounce free from its cotton prison!!! “My, my, “Peter,” Laura Rogers whispered in a very husky voice, “you have a beautiful pecker, I could just suck you for hours!!!” “Thank you ma’am,” the young man said thickly as the fifty year old matron gently stroked his rapidly expanding erection, “a-are you really gonna suck me!?!” “Do you want me to suck you,” she asked softly as a drop of precum hung from the end of his big hard pecker!?! “Oh yes, please,” he moaned, “I feel like I’m going to burst!!!”

While still masturbating him softly she asked, “Tell me, Peter, how often do you masturbate, I’m sure that a hard young cock like this needs and awful lot of attention!?!” “Oh, yes,” he moaned, “I-I do it at least twice a day, in the morning before school and at night after I go to bed!!!” “Mmmmm, that sounds so sexy,” she sighed while fisting his big head, “what do you think about when you’re jerking your big cock!?!” “Uh, I usually think about a girl at school,” he replied softly!?!” “Which one, dear, what’s her name.” Laura asked!?! “Becky Gaines,” he managed to moan, “s-she’s incredibly beautiful!!!” “Have you ever taken her out,” Laura asked?!? “Oh, no,” he answered quickly, “she’d never go out with me!?!” “Why not,” Laura asked, “I’m sure if she ever saw your big cock she’s just fall in love with you!!!” “I-I don’t know about that,” he stammered, “she’s awful stuck on herself!!!” “Do you know what she’d do if she were here right now,” Laura asked softly?!? “No,” he gasped, “what would she do!?!” “Well,” the old woman replied under her breath, “I think she’d do this,” as she dropped her head and took him into her warm wet mouth!!!

“Oh, yes,” he hissed through clenched teeth, “that feels incredible, oh, oh, right there, just under the tip of my dick, oh yeah, right there, mmmmmmmm, yesss!!!” If there was one thing that Laura Rogers adorned, it was having a young hard cock or a cute teenage vagina for her to suck on, and Peter had one of the biggest cocks she had ever sucked!!! Even though he wasn’t physically imposing, in fact she guessed he only weighed one hundred forty five pounds or so, she figured at least half of his bulk was centered in his big hard pecker!!! She always measured her boys just to see how they compared, and Peter’s nine and a half inch bone was right at the top of the list, and even though he was extremely highly sexed, after three months of once a week sessions, he was finally able to allow her to suck him for extended periods of time without blowing his nut in the first minute!!! And although he had gained a modicum self control over these past months, he was still just a young boy as far as sex was concerned, and now without warning, his whole body stiffened as a gusher of hot cum jetted into the throat of the cocksucking middle aged bitch!!!

“How did that feel, Peter,” she asked softly while kissing the head of his still hard erection, “it tasted just wonderful!?!” “Oh, gosh,” Mrs. R,” he panted, “you know just how to do me, I don’t think anything could ever feel that great!!!” Chuckling softly under her breath, Laura Rogers asked softly, “Do you think I’m better than Becky!?!” “She’s just a fantasy,” he replied as the tension in his grow began to grow anew!!!” “I’m sure that she is, but if she were here right now, what would you do to her,” Laura asked teasingly!?! “I guess that I’d fuck her,” Peter replied, “I’d love to get on top and just ride her!!!” “Mmmmmm, that sounds wonderful,” Laura replied, “but wouldn’t you want to suck her sweet little pussy first, I mean just to taste it!?!” “Uhhhhh, yeah,” he answered after giving it a moment of thought, “I’ll bet she does have a sweet little cunt!!!” “Yes I do,” came a voice from across the room, “it’s sweeter than any pussy you’ll ever eat, I can promise you that!!!” Peter jerked his head around wondering who else was in the room, and much to his surprise and delight, there stood Becky Gaines in just her bra and panties!!!

“W-what are you doin’ here, Becky,” Peter stammered while his pecker turned into a piece of blue steel!?! “I just wanted to see for myself this super cock that Lauren’s been prattling about for the past month and a half,” Becky replied, “and from what I can see she hasn’t been telling lies out of school, has she!?!” Peter now seemed to be just a bit tongue tied, so Lauren interjected, “Oh, don’t let her intimidate you, Peter, she’s got this nasty habit of acting so smart, but you should see her begging when she gets her cute little pussy sucked!!!” Becky took her place next to Lauren and stuck out her tongue in a mock put down, but what really held her interest was Peter’s massive erection which was bobbing up and down in perfect rhythm with his breathing!!! “See, what did I tell you,” Lauren said softly, “just look at this incredible piece of cock flesh, so hard and soft both at the same time!!!” “Can I please touch it,” Becky mumbled as her eyes glazing over and her breathing becoming more labored!?! “You’ll have to ask Peter,” Lauren whispered back to the now shaking eighteen year old!!! “Please, Peter,” she begged, “can I hold it just for a minute!?!”

For the first time since Becky had sauntered into the room, Peter realized that it was she who was the one in need and not him, because although he wanted to ride and fuck her, he knew instinctively that she was his for the taking, so he replied flippantly, “Sure, baby, go right ahead, but take it easy, I’ve only got one!!!” Almost gratefully Becky reached out and caressed his hammer with her soft little hand, bringing a low moan gurgling from his throat that turned into a full fledged groan as she let the big smooth head slip into her warm mouth!!! “Thatta girl,” Lauren Rogers said softly while sliding her hand up her dress to finger her big fat hairy cunt, “suck him off, he just loves blowing in your mouth, ohhhhhhh, god, girl suck him off!!!” Peter had been sure that never in his life would he find a cocksucker to compare with Lauren Rogers, but much to his delight, the delicate little blonde with the smart mouth was every bit the equal of her older counterpart, and in some ways she was even better, and if this would have been even a few months ago, Peter would have already blown his load into her hot little mouth, but now that he had a little self control, he gently pulled Becky off his cock and after kissing her full on the lips ordered, “Take off your panties, I wanna suck your cunt!!!”

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She started talking to me and I kept on turning pages. I could feel she was looking at me for the whole time. Sarah was telling me about her weekend, that she didn’t have time to chill at all because she was supposed to be in school for the new books to arrive. I started turning my head to her and checked her out from her head to her toe. When my eyes went back up her legs she pulled them apart… not all the way but enough so that I could see her blue panties.

I was shocked from the show. Her pussy was sticking out from those thin lacy panties. My dick reacted right away. She noticed the fact. I looked into her eyes and she smiled. The girl asked me if I could go over to her house and help her out with the fuckin books. I asked her what time she said 5 pm would be just the perfect time.

When I got home I could still see those blue panties. I was naïve and was still thinking if she actually wants me to help her out with the books or was there something else she wanted from me? … Or was that just a fantasy?… Finally it was 4.45 pm. I came to her door and knocked. The door opened and I saw this hottie standing in the towel. She excused herself, told me to hold on and went back to the bathroom. She told me to come inside and make myself comfortable. I went in and saw huge boxes filled with all kinds of books. They were if front of the big mirror size wall. I looked at myself, fixed my hair and sat down on one of the boxes.

And there she was. She was wearing amazing white top and a sexy black skirt a little bit lower her knees. We started off with the books. I was stamping them on the page 17 and she was writing down the record. We finished in like half an hour. Sarah asked me if I wanted some champagne. She took out a bottle from the bar table. She asked me to hold on and went to get glasses. I was like “wow! Damn! I will be drinking alcohol!”

She got back really fast. We sat down on the bed and poured champagne into the glasses. I asked her if no one would find out that me and her were doing that. I mean she was a school librarian and I was a student… She said it was fine and it didn’t matter to her because in her opinion I was mature enough to keep it a secret.

We drank and talked like some old friends it was awesome. For the whole time I was thinking of those blue panties I saw that morning. After finishing up the bottle I started thinking may be it was the moment when I could use the opportunity and make my friend down there happy… I was glancing at her with a hungry dirty look and she clearly noticed that. Our eyes met. I went closer to her and kissed her. Sarah didn’t resist. Instead she took my hand on her tit. I was so lucky I started squeezing one of her round tities while my other hand was unbuttoning her blouse.

She pushed me away. I was like what da hell, but she started striping down. Sarah was standing almost on top of me and when she took off her bra I could see amazing and perhaps the best tities I’ve ever seen in my life alive! She pulled down her skirt and was left wearing only black panties. Babe pushed me back on the bed and started kissing my lips. She was sitting on top of me and it felt so fucking right! Sarah took off my t-shirt and started kissing my nipples. As she was going down she started unzipping my jeans.

The only thing that was left on me were my boxers. My huge fucker was sticking out like some gun. Sarah looked at it and went back to kissing my lips. Through her panties she kept on riding and rubbing her wet pussy against my dick. Sarah went down and rushed to take my pants off. My dick jumped out. She bent down, took it in her hands and softly licked the head. Shit…. God! I shook from pleasure. Her lips embraced my dick and she started sucking me.

I was like “yeahh”… I was so happy. Sarah, my sexy girl, sucked it for a bit and took off her panties. My dick felt her juicy flowing wet pussy. Bitch got excited from sucking my cock. I pulled up her beautiful ass and my dick smoothly entered the librarian. Ouch! It was so warm and wet in there. Her cozy puss was tightly taking my dick. Her vagina felt so right and babe slowly moved up and down. She slid on me faster, than back slower. I heard her moaning and saying something dirty like “Fuck everything…” and that I was such a sweet m…-fucker. I picked her up and put her down on her knees in front of that huge mirror.

I was shagging her and kept on watching myself in the mirror. It was like watching some hardcore porn on the adult-TV. I was about to cum. She felt it inside herself that I was so close to shoot. She told me to cum inside her. But I have this habit. I just pulled out and shot all over her lower back and her delicious ass. Sarah whispered something nasty and wiped it off with her bare hand. She took that hand to her face and licked off that white rich sperm.

You’re so tasty - she said and smacked her lips. Turn around on your back, she told me again. I lied down on my back and she lied on top off me so that her pussy was right on my face. I saw her juice pouring out… Right on my face. Sarah started sucking my dick and went further down to lick my balls.

I started inserting my fingers inside her and I felt her cuming on my fingers… those moments she squeezed my dickhead and started sucking on it. Her sexy moans were turning me on…so bad…

I started shooting inside here almost right away. I was cuming inside her mouth and I understood she was sucking it again. We lied on the bed cuddling like real lovers. Sarah said, she hoped no one was gonna find out about the “date”. I said, of course not. I put on my clothes and left leaving Sarah lying there naked.

The next day I told a couple of my classmates about the shag I had with Sarah –the librarian. They also went over to her place to “give her a hand” with the books. She was grateful when I came to submit the books by the end of the semester. We never seen each other again. So, that was my first shag, this is how I lost my virginity. What do you think? Not too bad, huh

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“So what, bitch? Are you ready to take one more?” and another dick shoved inside me. That one was bigger and I felt it right away. It belonged to the friend of the first rapist. In the overwhelming passion I totally forgot that there was the third student sitting at the same row…

The second guy was so hard and horny from the show so he fucked me without any foreplay or anything like that. He was saying:
“I see one dick is not enough for you?”

My wet pussy had no problems taking him inside and, to be honest, I actually felt pleasure from the thought I could serve few men at a time. I started getting to my second orgasm.

“Now, Ms Rouget, suck it!” – the student said it so fast and pulled me down on the floor. Before I realized anything I was already standing on my knee. He grabbed my head and pushed his dick inside my mouth. He was pushing my head up and down with one hand and with his second he was touching my tits.

“Shit! Her tits are so fucking juicy, man! And she sucks like a pro.” He was talking like it was hard for him to breath. He was telling this to the third guy who was starring at us. The third guy said:

“Yeah, I can tell she sucked at least a hundred of cocks.”

He pulled down his jeans and I had to suck one cock while jerking another. The guy with the big fat dick came first. The sperm shot in my throat and I almost chocked, but I swallowed it. He kept on moving it inside my mouth until I sucked it all till the very last drop. Sure, I have nothing against blow jobs. It even turns me on… but back than I needed the third wave of concupiscence because they have turned me on so bad. One hand slowly went down on my body and reached my clit. I started caressing myself.
Unfortunately the third guy noticed that. The student whom I was jerking said:

“Look at her! She’s been fucked twice and she still wants more. What a slot! Give me your tits, Ms Rouget.” And he started moving his dick on my lips and then on my tits. My tits are very sensitive and when they are being touched, especially if it’s a dick, I get turned on and out of my mind. The guy got his wet dick between my tits and started moving it. The dick head was right at my face. I couldn’t take it too long and had my third orgasm. He cum as well: salty drops of his sperm covered my face and my tits. I licked off that some on my lips.

“What does the red button mean?” said one of the guys and that made me wake up right away. I came back to my senses and pushed him away. I had only a minute to clean up the mess and put on my clothes while the titles were still playing.

I put on my clothes and stuck my wet panties in my purse. I wiped off my face and turned on the light. Students slowly left the hall. I hoped no one saw anything and no one heard those moans. But I caught one look at me, And only in the toilet when I looked at myself in the mirror I saw that I didn’t button up all the buttons and that my pink nipple was sticking out.

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She was a thirty year old woman, with a nice, slender body for her age and most of the female students were dreaming to have such a body. She never observed the college dress code and almost always wore clothes that was far from being decent. The college faculty tried to raise the issue of her look but she said that America was a free country and she could wear what ever she wanted. This time she was wearing a short skirt that outlined all the beauty of her long, slender legs. Her blouse was tight-fitting revealing her alluring breasts.

Ethan was staring at her breasts not even listening what she was telling him. He stayed up all night partying with his friends. Of course it’s not a good idea to party in the middle of the week when you had to go to college next day, but that was a special occasion. His friend whom he had not seen for two years arrived from Europe and that’s why Ethan stayed up all night going from one night-club to another. Mrs. Stevenson didn’t know all that and she just thought that Ethan was not treating her right, she thought that she had to teach this bold student some respect.

She sat on it and Ethan took off her skirt. Her white panties had a large stain of her love juices. Ethan slowly took them off and showed the stain to Mrs. Stevenson. She looked away as if being shy of her overwhelming excitement.

Ethan smiled and kneeled before her. Mrs. Stevenson instinctively spread her legs and lay on the table. Ethan dived into her pussy and immediately got all of his face wet with her love juices which were in abundance. He ran his tongue all over her snatch and she moaned and arched back. He started licking her pussy like an ice-cream going from her pussy lips to her clit. Mrs. Stevenson was moaning loudly, she didn’t care someone might hear her, firstly it was after 4 p.m. and almost all of the teachers and college employees were long gone, probably there was a janitor in the building but Mrs. Stevenson was too horny to think about such minor things.

Meanwhile Ethan pushed his forefinger into her hole while his tongue focused on her clit. He started rubbing the upper walls of her vagina, licking and slightly biting her clit at the same time. Mrs. Stevenson was no longer herself, she was bucking and arching, her pussy stayed long without male’s attention and was building up for a strongest orgasm ever.

“Don’t stop”, Mrs. Stevenson moaned. and that was a sign for Ethan to intensify the tempo. His forefinger started furiously rubbing the upper walls of her vagina trying to locate a g-spot, his tongue meanwhile was licking her clit non stop. In about a few seconds Ethan’s forefinger fondles for something hard in her vagina, it felt like a small cherry which was hidden somewhere in the upper walls, Ethan pressed and rubbed it and Mrs. Stevenson arched back and groaned like a beast. “Bingo”, Ethan thought, that is the g-spot, once he found it, he wasn’t going to lose it and now he focused all of his attention on it. He didn’t forget about her clit though and his tongue was slowly biting and kissing it. Ethan pressed on her g-spot again and started rubbing it intensely.

“Ohhhhh, Fuck!”

He heard as the jet of hot, sticky liquid rushed out of her pussy and hit his face. Mrs. Stevenson was cumming, No sooner Ethan had time to do anything or to move away, than a second, and then a third jet of squirt splashed all over his face. Her pussy was contracting and shrinking, trapping his finger inside of her, Ethan’s face was all wet as if he dived his head in the pool. Mrs. Stevenson was moaning and groaning and it seemed that her orgasm lasted for an eternity. When it finally was over, she laid still on the table with her eyes closed.

In about three minutes she came to senses and it was clearly obvious that something changed in her. Her eyes were no longer the eyes of a horny woman who is looking to start a quarrel. She seemed calm and quiet.

Without saying a word, she got off from the table and kneeled before Ethan. She wanted to his cock, to feel its hardness, he has been dreaming about a cock for so long. Ethan had a bulge on his pants and Mrs. Stevenson smiled and quickly unzipped them. Ethan’s cock sprang out and started dangling before her face. She stuck her tongue out and started playing with his dickhead. Now, it was time for Ethan to moan and cry. Mrs. Stevenson’s tongue was great, it didn’t leave any spot on his dick that was not kissed and licked by her. When this sort of foreplay was over she completely took his dick in her mouth and swallowed it. She started sucking on it so avidly that it even Ethan felt that it was hurting a bit. But that felt so good and he wished it could last forever.

Mrs. Stevenson took his balls in her hand and started rubbing them gently while her mouth was working on his cock. She tried to take it deeper and deeper into her mouth. It made her gag and her saliva was running all over his dick down to his balls.

“I want it!” she said and it was like a command.

She lay on the table again and spread her legs. Ethan came up to her and started rubbing his dick over her pussy. “Come on, don’t tease me, give it to me man!”, she begged him and Ethan pushed his cock inside. It encountered absolutely no resistance as her pussy was all wet. Ethan started moving rhythmically inside her nailing his dick deeper and deeper into her pussy. His pubis was beating against her hers and they were both enjoying the action.

In a few minutes Ethan felt Mrs. Stevenson’s pussy shrinking and contracting again, the second orgasm overcame her, she was bucking in his hands like a fish thrashing in the net.

Ethan felt that it was time for him to cum too. He took his dick out and Mrs. Stevenson kneeled before him again. He directed his dick to her face and started jerking it, in a few seconds the jets of his hot cum started hitting her face, Mrs. Stevenson opened her mouth greedily, trying to catch each single drop, when Ethan drained his balls, her face was covered in cum, she swallowed everything that landed in her mouth and grabbed Ethan’s cock and swallowed it, she was licking it clean, making sure every single drop of his cum would be swallowed by her. When she finished, she walked back to her chair and sat on it with her legs spread.

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Richard trembled as she removed his clothing. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. His undershirt followed, which he obediently allowed her to lift over his head. She tugged his belt buckle next and opened it. She grasped the button of his trousers. Richard became dizzy. He struggled to hold back his ejaculation.

She released the button, placed her hands on his bare shoulders. She kissed him tenderly, calming him slightly. Her subdued voice crept into his crowded consciousness.

“Perhaps you are afraid of …” she searched for the right phrase, “… erupting too soon with the excitement of this new experience?”

It was a statement more than a question. He was relieved that she understood his struggle. He uttered a gasped “yes”, but she had predicted this answer, too.

She raised up on her toes, leaned into him, her lips brushing his earlobe. He felt the velour halter on the bare skin of his chest. She whispered to him, “I will tell you how to avoid that outcome, and you will be successful if you allow me to teach you.”

“Yes, tell me!”
She bent back to her task, unbuttoning his pants, pulling them to his ankles along with his underwear. She tapped his ankle; he stepped out of the pants; she cast them aside. Sylvia stood again. She stretched her bare arms around his neck. She did not crush herself into him, but stood so that her velour-covered frame was brushing his naked body. The soft fabric felt good. The fire warmed his flank. His senses were sending signals of pleasure to his brain. He even forgot to imagine her as-yet unseen body cloaked in the velour. She turned her face up towards his and spoke to him.

“Don’t fight with yourself,” she began. “Savor every feeling. Feel what is happening in each moment. Anticipate nothing. It is expectation that blocks your senses in the present and brings you to your destination before your arrival. Let me guide you. I will do everything.”

She pressed her arms down gently, still entwined around his neck. He obediently sank down, kneeling on the silken rug. Another gentle push at his chest and he was on his back, facing up to her as she knelt beside him. He was parallel to the fireplace. It warmed his naked body. The silken rug was soothing. His throbbing manhood pointed to the ceiling. She reached out to take one of the pillows from the settee and placed it under his head.

He reached out to pull open her velour halter. She raised her hand stop him. She bent over him. Her hair fell on his face as she whispered, “I will do everything.”

She inched forward and kissed him. It was a long sensuous kiss again as he allowed the fullness of her lips to invade him. She grasped his bottom lip with her own moist two and gently suckled it. She raised herself up and traced her fingertips, then her nails across his bare chest down across his belly. “Think only of the feelings of this moment.” Thus reminded, the sensations opened him. He would accept it all, reject nothing, and keep no reserve. Each moment served its own purpose.

She repeated her gentle stroking, on his chest, his arms, his flanks, leaving his most sensitive parts untouched. He repeated her admonishments to himself and basked in the pleasure of each passing of her fingertips over him.

She paused. “Oh Richard,” she lilted, “you have such a lovely penis. I will so enjoy tasting you.” Her voice had a soothing, singing quality. He opened his eyes and found her gazing at him. Her eyes were wider open now. Her lips slightly apart, the tip of her tongue reached between to remoisten them. The glow of the fire reflected from her cheekbones. He would never again contemplate her plainness.

Without averting her gaze from him, she withdrew her hand to the bow knot that held her halter top in place. She touched it, nothing more. She watched as his eyes traveled from the features of her exotic face, to the delicate lines of her bare shoulders, down to the hand poised at the fastening. Slowly, she pulled it open. The halter loosened. She slowly unwound the coil until it fell away, her nude torso revealed to him.

Her breasts were not large; neither were they small and round. He looked up at them, tentatively hanging from beneath her shoulders like ripened pears on a tree. He was sure that a tender caress, a gentle squeeze would yield droplets of sweet nectar from the hardened nipples. He wanted to do so, and then lick the juice from them. He reached up, but she gently pushed him back, “I will do everything.”

She was pleased that her breasts had so aroused him. In her kneeling position, she bent from her waist so her nipples just touched him at the navel. She pressed slightly more so that the not only the nipples’ hardness, but the warmth of the tender flesh surrounding them could be felt by them both.

She straddled him. Keeping the light pressure intact she inched upward the length of him so that she could lightly sweep her breasts over him, using no hands, except to support her weight. The contact thrilled the two of them. Her experience allowed her to maintain her role as gatekeeper, while savoring the sensations as her breasts slowly traced him. She stopped when they were face to face. She kissed him again, a tender prelude.

She eased forward a little more and dropped the hardened pearbuds between Richard’s lips for him to suckle. He reached up his hands again to hold them, but she would not allow it. Instead, she would raise and lower herself a few inches at a time on her outstretched arm to vary the pressure and contact.

She eased back down, implanted another kiss on him as she passed by. She retraced her path until she encountered Richard’s nipples. She was pleased that excitement had hardened them. She eased her head lower and suckled them, then lightly clenched them in her teeth. She traversed her breasts the rest of way, back to his navel then dismounted him.

Sylvia straightened up and whispered, “Close your eyes.” Richard obeyed. She stretched out her arm toward his lower body. With the pads of her fingertips she caressed the silky skin of his sack. He moaned with the pleasure of it. She continued for a minute, then traced it lightly with her nails. Richard was leaking as he soaked in the pleasure visited upon him. Returning to her fingertips, she lifted his heavy nuggets gently, observing his reaction, possibly gauging the force of his eventual eruption. Her observations on both points pleased her.

Sylvia wedged her hands between Richard’s thighs and pushed sideways lightly. Understanding the hint, he spread his legs wider and she climbed between them. She formed a circle with her thumb and middle finger. Wrapping his shaft, she inched upward. Richard bent to a pike as the pleasure shook him. He lay back down, waiting for more. With her improvised circle, she caressed him; he moaned again. Fluid leaked copiously. Sylvia slipped her tiny hands under his buttocks and bent her head lower. Richard felt the caress of her hair aside his flanks. His manhood stood pointing at her open lips a few inches above. She bent lower, kissing the crown, collecting the fluid with her tongue. She rose up slightly and rolled her sampling over her tongue, shifting it from the tip to either side, as a sommelier testing a vintage.

Richard watched her relish the nectar that had issued from him. He marveled at her delight in it. He would have expected her to dislike it, accepting it only as part her servicing him. She looked back at him and smiled.

“Why are you puzzled, Richard? Didn’t I say that I would enjoy tasting you?” Her lilting song-voice had returned. She knew it was important to say it to him. He would discard any remaining reticence in delivering his full essence to her when the moment arrived.

She bent her head back down again, circling the crown. Her tongue pressed at the tiny slit. She sucked gently, letting him become accustomed to the new sensation. Suddenly, she descended quickly, burying her nose in his nest of hair. Richard felt the end of him strike the back of her throat. She pressed down a little harder. Her tongue extended out, licking his testicles. She was using every skill on him.

Richard recalled her imperative: to sense each moment, spurn expectation. For this reason he could savor every pleasure impulse of each sharpened nerve ending without yielding up his manly syrup.

She rose back up so that her lips once again encircled the crown. They kissed and massaged it, her tongue bathed it. It was as if the sensual kisses they had shared earlier had been prelude to this climactic finale. Sylvia’s hands squeezed Richard’s buttocks, making him press his pelvis upward, which served to tighten the skin of his organ. His nerve endings were exposed to the maximum. He drank in every ounce of pleasure that his body, and Sylvia’s, combined to bestow on him. He did so easily, without struggling. Sylvia’s knowledge had been well-implanted in him.

For uncounted minutes she worked on him, he accepted. At long last, she slipped her hands from beneath his clenched buttocks. She continued her sweet oral massage. She reached her tiny hands to his, pushed delicate fingertips into his palms, closed her thumbs over to secure the contact. Richard glanced down at her, brow furled as she cast her eyes upward to meet his. Never releasing him from her luxuriant lips, her eyes widened; her gaze signaled to him. Richard knew that the culminating moment was in the present.

The unending stimulus reached his source. Semen boiled from his testicles, flooded through the shaft and poured through the gateway of his crown, exploding every nerve. He watched her as she drank it all. Her eyes continued upon his all the while, until the end when they gently closed. She carefully sipped the final drops of essence from him. She appeared to savor it, as she might a favorite cocktail.

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