by Holly Ardent
“Oh, but what a distraction you are,” he replied. “Now, your room or mine?”
“Yours. My bed still has stuff all over it and I'd rather not take the time to move it. Besides, I was kind of hoping my room would just be a place I could store my belongings.”
“Your wish,” he said, giving a sweeping bow that set Jill to chuckling again, “is my command. Now follow me.”
His room was on the ground floor and they were there in seconds. Once he opened the door, she walked right in and started kicking off her tennis shoes. Her socks followed and then he stood watching, entranced, as she shimmied out of the jeans she'd been wearing.
The panties she had on matched the bra she'd already removed, black with a lacy pattern to them. But they disappeared almost as quickly as her pants had. When she turned around he saw that she had a bush, very short, but it was there. She followed his gaze and paused, blushing again.
“I probably ought to shower before we do anything. I'm kind of filthy.”
“Okay,” he said, trying to rein himself in. “Bathroom's through that door right there.”
“Do you prefer pink?” she asked.
He looked at her, confused.
She gestured down towards her crotch.
“I used to shave all the time, that's why the hair's so short now, I just haven't in a few weeks. Do you like hairy or pink?” she asked, rephrasing her previous question.
“Oh, oh! Um... pink? If you don't mind. I just hate getting pubic hairs in my teeth,” he said.
She grinned at him.
“Ah, so I found out something you do, and I assume you like it or you wouldn't do it,” she said.
He shrugged.
“What can I say? I like making my partners cum a lot, keeps them coming back for more, as it were.”
She groaned.
“Puns, really? At a time like this?”
“Puns always, you used to know that about me.”
“Well, you know how I approve of wordplay, let me get clean and then I'll show you how much I approve of other kinds of play,” she replied.
“Four kinds, perhaps?” he asked, grinning.
She groaned and ceded the floor to him, slipping through the door into the bathroom as he watched the movement of her ass.
Dad was right, Karl thought, she's hardly plump at all now. But she does still have curves in all the right places.
He waited impatiently as she showered. When she came out about fifteen minutes later, his eyes were caught by her freshly shaved pussy, the pink of her skin vivid due to the recent razor use.
“Hot coffee, a hot shower, this place is like heaven after the past few weeks. The power was spotty for a few weeks before it went off for good, so neither of those things were guaranteed when you wanted them,” she said.
“Well, the power here is solid. Should stay that way for at least another eight years. Then the batteries might start having problems. I hope not, but hoping and treating the batteries right are the only things I can do about it.”
“If things aren't fixed and back to a new normal by eight years from now, we'll probably have bigger things to worry about by then anyhow,” she said. “Now, where were we?”
He stood up and grabbed her hand, dragging her over to the bed, then he spun her around and sat her down on the edge. With a hand on either knee he spread her legs wide.
“Right here, I think. Especially since you shaved just for me,” he said.
Then he dropped to his knees and buried his head between her legs. His tongue slipped into her slit and made its way up and down it. She didn't taste like much but soap when he started but within a minute or two he got a taste of her. A deep musky taste that immediately made him think, even more, of sex.
Not that making me think of sex right now is all that difficult, he thought.
He kept at her slit, making sure to lick her labia and suck on them a bit. The rest of her body wasn't ignored either, his hands went wandering, feeling every part of her he could reach, then finally settling in on her tits and nipples. As he pinched her nipples again she reacted with another sharp intake of breath and a flood of juices to her pussy. He lapped up the musky flood, the parts of it he could reach at least, then moved up from her slit.
When his tongue caught her clit her breath came out in a rush. He started flicking it gently with his tongue, bringing one of his hands back down to move the hood that covered her clit out of the way so he could get to more of the exposed, sensitive flesh. Once he'd done that, he licked her clit, pressing firmly against it and using a full stroke of his tongue. Jill shuddered, her clit vibrating in time with the rest of her body. With his tongue pressed against it her shudders simply added to the stimulation as her flesh quivered beneath him.
A low moan came from her lips as he tugged on the nipple he still had pinched between his fingers. He'd decided that they were sensitive enough that he was going to play with them a lot. It didn't hurt that she had the biggest nipples he'd ever seen in person and he was fascinated with them. They were each easily as big around as his thumb and as long as the last joint of it.
With his hand holding her hood out of the way he started playing a little more forcefully with her clit, licking it roughly and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. She was really getting into it, her breathing speeding up, and the moan he'd heard earlier repeating itself. He paused and went the other direction, going more gentle and passing the tip of his tongue across her clit with the lightest contact he was capable of managing.
“Oh god,” Jill said, “that's incredible.”
Her hand came down to the back of his head pulling him forward into her crotch. Since she'd plastered his lips right against her pussy he parted them enough for her clit to slide through then closed them again, trapping her clit with the slight pressure his lips could generate. He shifted his head from side to side, within the limits her hand would allow, tugging her clit this way and that. She cried out from the motion, but her hand stayed tight against the back of his head.
Well, if that won't get her to move her hand, how about this? he thought.
He pressed his lips more firmly against her freshly shaven skin, getting a good seal. Then he started sucking, the suction pulling on her clit, tugging it and stretching it out. She cried out again and this time her felt her body tremble. Her hand did come away from the back of his head and when he pulled back and looked at her, she'd flopped down, her back now on the bed. He had to half-rise to see over her tits and when he did, he saw the flush that had covered her face and spread down her chest to the upper slope of her tits.
Her eyes were closed and she was panting, her body still quivering and shaking. He took a minute to stare at her breasts and the ripples that passed across them as her body shook, then tore his eyes away and dropped back to his knees again.
Good, she's cum once, let's see if I can either keep this orgasm going or give her another.
He leaned his head between her legs again, his tongue flicking out to caress her clit some more. At the same time he slid a hand to her slit, extended a pair of fingers and slid them into her. There was enough room that he added a third finger before starting to slide them in and out of her. A slow, gentle finger fucking commenced while he took his other hand and made sure to keep the hood off of her clit.
As he finger fucked her and licked her clit, he listened as her breathing began to speed up again. The faster she breathed, the faster he moved his fingers and tongue. Within a couple of minutes she was panting rapidly as his fingers raced in and out of her pussy and his tongue whipped at her clit.
She cried out, loudly this time, as her body tensed then relaxed. A moment after her body went limp, she started quivering all over once more. Throughout it all, she kept a soft moan going, the one that her cry had softened into. There were words in there, he thought he could almost make them out, but it was just too soft for him to be sure of what she was saying. If he was hearing her correctly she was going on and on about how good it fel
t and how long it had been since she'd felt that way.
He kept going until her words faded into the on again, off again moan she was making. At that point, he kept going for another minute or two, then pulled his fingers out of her and removed his tongue from her clit. She continued to tremble even after he was no longer doing anything to her so he decided that he'd done her just right.
He slid up onto the bed beside her and let his fingers trace idle patterns on her breasts, savoring the silky smooth feel of their skin. As she slowly came back to herself, he moved his fingers to her nipples, tweaking and tugging them. Her eyes fluttered open again and she looked over at him.
“You have no idea how long it's been since anyone made me orgasm like that,” she said. “I'm sure someone has in the past, but it's so long ago that I just don't remember.”
“You're welcome, it was my pleasure.”
He dipped his head over her chest, bringing his lips down to one of her nipples. He parted his lips slightly and lowered his head, forcing the erect, sensitive flesh into his mouth where he began sucking on it.
“Arg! Are you trying to send me off again? I've cum at least twice, I think it's your turn now,” Jill said.
He stopped sucking and pulled his head back to answer.
“Nope,” he said, “not trying to do that. I just couldn't resist. You've got incredible nipples, you know that?”
“Yeah, right,” she said. “Much like everything else about me, they've thickened up over the years. I was just happy to get back in shape recently, but that didn't affect those. They've been like that ever since I stopped breastfeeding.”
“Part of what's so great about them is how thick they are, and how long. You don't find nipples like this on every girl around, you know?”
“Enough, you can play with them later. For now I want to return the favor.”
Her questing hands stopped at his jeans.
“Jesus, you made me orgasm twice and you haven't even taken any of your clothes off yet!” Jill said. “Time to fix that.”
She fumbled at his belt, and then at the button of his jeans, but within a few seconds she was pushing his pants down. He'd gone back to sucking on her nipple while she did that, but once she'd gotten his pants off of him, with him kicking his shoes off first to help, he stopped.
“Where do you want me?” he asked.
“Is that a trick question?” she replied. “Everywhere, but for now, sit on the edge of the bed.”
Once he was seated, she tugged his shirt up and off of him, then dropped to her knees between his legs. His cock was hard. Getting her off like he had was a major turn on for him and it reflected in his erection. She reached out and stroked it gently with a finger, causing it to twitch, then pulled the finger back.
“Let's not be tacky,” she said, then proceeded to remove his socks.
“That's much better. Now you're suitably attired for my evil plans,” Jill said.
He was about to reply when she cut him off in the most novel way he'd ever experienced. As he opened his mouth to speak, she brought her face down to his cock, parted her lips, and took most of it in with one swift movement. As she tightened her lips around his shaft and her tongue started to stroke him, he completely forgot what he'd been about to say.
His brain was awash with pleasure as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft. Her lips, tightly pressed against his skin, sent waves of pleasure through him as they slid up and down. As she bobbed her head up and down his cock he realized that she was slowly taking more and more of him in.
He stared at the dirty blonde hair of the woman kneeling in front of him as it moved up and down. His mind raced at the fact that the teacher he'd fantasized about back in school was now kneeling in front of him, worshiping his cock with her mouth, and doing an incredible job of it. He wasn't completely inexperienced with sex, he'd had sex with a few different girls, but something about it being an actual experienced woman made it so much better.
There's no 'something' about it, he thought a moment later. It's because she's experienced that it's better. She knows what she's doing, knows it damn well, and I think she's enjoying it herself too.
Those were his last clear thoughts for a while. As he stared at her, he felt her push herself down his shaft far enough that the tip of his cock met something fleshy. He figured that she couldn't get any deeper at that point, but after she slid up his shaft she came down again. His cock met that fleshy obstruction and slid into, or around, it. Something like that anyhow. He wasn't in any shape to determine which because he melted badly enough that if he'd been standing he would have fallen down. As it was he fell backward on the bed, feeling the tip of his cock enter her throat.
She went back up and came down, again and again, until there was probably two inches of his cock sliding in and out of her throat. The feeling was so intense that he couldn't help it, he did something he'd never done when having sex before. Normally he was quiet during sex but the groan that flowed from his throat was loud and had enough vibration to it that it could easily have been called a growl instead.
When Jill heard that, she redoubled her efforts, sliding up and down him vigorously several times. Evidently she determined that she had as much of him in her mouth and throat as possible because she drove him all the way in once more, then stopped, holding the top two inches of his cock in her throat.
Karl nearly blew his load when he felt her throat start to vibrate around his cock. He was startled enough that his own groan ceased. Expecting silence, he was startled again to hear her humming.
Holy shit, a deep throating hummer? Who'd have thought it of her. Okay, lots of guys when they fantasized about her maybe, but I bet none of them thought she'd actually be able to do it in real life.
He locked his muscles, trying to contain himself. If he didn't get control of himself he'd start cumming in seconds. It didn't matter though, she stopped humming a moment later and he was disappointed for all of a second, until he felt her throat ripple around the head of his cock. He glanced over at her, as best as he could, and saw the side of her throat ripple as though she were swallowing.
It was too much, braced for the vibrations from humming, the ripples he felt instead shredded his control.
“Gonna cum!” he called out, much louder than he'd intended.
Jill backed off until his cock head was in her mouth instead of her throat. She wrapped a couple of fingers around the base of his shaft that had come out of her mouth when she moved. Those fingers started moving, both squeezing and shifting up and down his shaft. Karl, already damned close to losing it, blew his load with a fury.
The cum shot out of his cock harder than he remembered it ever happening before. He went slightly light-headed from the intensity of pleasure that raced through his body as Jill kept working on him even while he shot jet after jet of cum into her mouth.
He kept cumming for longer than he thought he was capable of and a moment of clarity told him why. She was sucking, literally sucking, on his cock. The suction she was creating seemed to be pulling his cum straight out of his cock even after he thought he was done. Finally, even that couldn't keep him going and he started to soften in her mouth.
She stopped sucking, although she did take a few moments to play with his softening cock using her tongue. Then she let him slide from her mouth and stood. Karl almost got hard again immediately as she stood up and he saw her tongue sliding over her lips as though searching for any droplets of cum that she might've missed.
When her tongue had re-entered her mouth she looked at him and grinned.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Huh?” he replied, his brain still fogged with pleasure.
“I told myself I was going to thank you if I ever ran into you again. I was such a bitch to you grading your paper that when I actually realized what you'd said might happen was happening, I decided I ought to thank you the best way I could if I saw you again. I didn't think I would until I ran into your dad while I was buying ammun
ition and he gave me directions to this place. I'm glad that I did though, that was a lot of fun.”
“So, all this is just to thank me?” he asked.
“Oh no, not at all. But the fact that you're interested in me let me give you a much better thank you than if you hadn't been. You always were attractive, even as a student. But you were off limits then both because you were a student and I a teacher, plus the fact that I was married. Neither of those apply now, so when you kissed me and I realized you were interested, I decided that a more thorough thank you was in order.”
“You found me attractive?” he blurted out. “You do realize that you were fantasy fodder for about half of the senior guys who took your class? Probably a few of the girls too if I'm not mistaken.”
She blushed.
“Me? A middle aged school teacher the subject of student's fantasies? Yes, I guessed that was the case, but I did try to not encourage that. Dressed a bit prudish, kept proper decorum in class, that type of thing.”
“Well, it didn't help that much. Trust me, I had lots of fantasies about you back then. A bunch of the guys I knew did as well. Even dressing the way you did your figure was pretty obvious. Lots of curves made themselves known any time your clothes went tight, like stretching an arm out, or bending over a desk, that kind of thing.”
The blush intensified.
“Evidently my efforts weren't as effective as I thought.”
“Well, they did keep the students at a distance, even if they didn't keep their minds off the idea. You know the old joke, right? Two guys talking about thoughts and sex?”
She shook her head.
“I don't think I've heard that one.”
“Okay. There are two teenage boys talking about sex. One says to the other:”
“I heard there's a study out that says the average teenage boy thinks about sex once every fifteen seconds.”
“The other one looks at him and asks:”
“What are we supposed to think about the rest of the time?”
Jill stifled a chuckle.