Putting It In

by Pamela Poundtown

  “Mmm,” was all she had said before gulping down my shaft!

  I never imagined anything could feel so good… her warm mouth and moist lips slid along my smooth skin in little up and down movements. I looked at my cock disappearing into her mouth little by little… It was incredible! Like some kind of orgasmic magic trick! The amazing disappearing penis! And she was the master showman!

  Geez, how perfect it felt. She was looking into my eyes, swallowing my dick! Tongue lapping back and forth now and then. And the expression she showed me was one of pure joy and pleasure. As if she had been waiting her entire life just to experience this moment. I could only wonder how mine looked! I mean, after all, I had been waiting all my life for this moment!

  The farther she went, the more I sighed and moaned, squirmed and groaned. Each inch she took caused my back to straighten up just a little more. All of these were instinctive movements – things I had no control of! I just felt her lips sucking at my cock! I mean, a woman’s mouth was actually wrapped tightly around my dick! How the hell was I supposed to be in control of anything of mine?! And the more she took, the more the magician seemed to turn into the sword swallower.

  I watched, with utter delight mind you, as she took my entire shaft down her throat. The heat from her mouth and throat engulfed my rod from tip to base. Big, gooey droplets of her spit seeped out and collected at the bottom of my meat-pencil. She shook her head from side to side, massaging all sides of my member in the most enjoyable manner imaginable.

  Miss Thruste couldn’t have been going down on me for very long at all, just long enough to taste every inch I had to give anyway, before I felt the alarming sensation. It was both perfect and yet terribly frightening. I didn’t know what to do…

  “Im-im-imp-important!” I stammered out. “Important parts!”

  And with those few words, Miss Thruste withdrew my cock from her mouth with one smooth, rapid motion. A bit of spit dribbled down from her pleased lips – which she quickly licked up with that naughty tongue.

  “Oh, you remembered did you Daniel? Very good. I’m quite impressed. You’re well on your way to earning that extra credit…”

  “I told you I’m fast,” was all I had to say. Although, admittedly, my cock still throbbed heavily, shaking from side to side, eager to have another part, any part of that glorious woman find itself touching my member again.

  “We’d best hurry along then, Daniel. Class will start soon and I need to have this completed by then.”

  And so here Miss Thruste unbuttoned the executive shirt she had been wearing. She lifted it free of her body and then did the same to her bra. Dear jesus! Those bountiful boobs were set free at last! Great, big heaping handfuls of flesh and orgasm right there on her chest. Such pretty, pink nipples… better than I pictured they would be.

  I then saw her reach up under her skirt and a moment later, a pair of green panties slid down her legs and onto the floor. She kept the skirt, for what reason I can’t say. But it looked sexy as hell! Her curvy body, those goddess hips, and these billowing breasts all right before me… I wanted to lick every inch of her! But the woman was on a mission, pressed for time, and by the look of it, horny as hell!

  “You like these, don’t you?” Miss Thruste asked, grabbing at her own luscious breasts.

  I nodded my standard reply.

  “I thought so. The way you couldn’t take your eyes off them. I bet you’d like to see them squeezing around your big cock, wouldn’t you?”

  Another stereotypical nod.

  “Mmhmm,” she smiled.

  And with that, the woman once again descended to her knees. However, this time she stuck true her word and placed one boob on either side of my cock and then pressed them together so that only the tip of my dick was exposed. She then lifted her chest up and down, pumping those beautiful things along my shaft – and when they were all the way at the bottom, her mouth would open wide and take the tip of my shaft between those greedy lips. Little teasing kisses and licks of the tongue… how wonderful it all felt. I couldn’t believe this random woman was actually tittyfucking me! I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was BY FAR the best experience so far in my short life, but still… Oh god, and then her tongue flicked across the tip again and I couldn’t even remember my own name. I was lost in the pleasure she bestowed upon me at every second… and then I felt that familiar sensation again. The dangerous red zone fast approaching. I wasn’t sure I should announce it this time. Why should I? I wanted to cum all over those fat tits and spray up into her face! That’s what I wanted! My penis throbbed harder and harder, growing eager to explode!

  I was so close, so near! And out of nowhere, Miss Thruste came to a dead halt. Her eyes shifted upward to meet mine as her head shook slowly side to side, in a rather disapproving manner.

  “Daniel…” she said. “You’re a bad boy. You were supposed to tell me when you were close. Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

  I still couldn’t think! I was right on the verge, even the slightest brushing against my cock would have resulted in an orgasmic eruption! I was that close! And yet she denied me, leaning back, letting those boobs fall back into place as I searched for something to say.

  “I, I just, I just forgot,” I whispered.

  “That’s okay, Daniel. You did good. We’re pressed for time anyway. I’ll get right to the good stuff. We can’t having you getting too close just yet… Now you stand up and I’ll have a seat.”

  I did as told and within a few seconds we had swapped positions, only now Miss Thruste had cast her skirt aside. She was nude from head to toe and shaved everywhere in between, or at least in all the proper places.

  “Now Daniel,” she spoke, “I’ll need you to be a fast finisher as you promised. Time is running short, do you understand?”

  I nodded eagerly, as if I had a choice. She had my dick so worked up I might have come just from the sheer thought of having her mouth wrapped around my pole.

  “Come here,” Krista Thruste instructed me.

  I walked closer… she took hold of my cock and pressed it against her pussy lips. Those glorious and plump things. I watched as the woman slid it up and down between them… letting my precum drip out and flow down the fleshy things. I had never seen a pussy in person before! I must say it was quite a treat… Even better than I thought it would be! Although Miss Thruste didn’t seem to care much. She was very goal oriented and worked meticulously to have me inside her. And a moment later I felt the tip of my cock spread those heavenly lips apart, prodding just inside the pink opening.

  “Thrust forward,” she told me. “Do it, Daniel. Shove that cock into me. It’s nice and wet for you!”

  I did just as she asked, savoring every moment as I inched my cock inside with one smooth pumping motion. She was back to being the magician… making my dick disappear somewhere inside this gorgeous thing! And disappear it did! Every inch in fact! Right up until I felt my balls press against the cheeks of her ass and I looked down, in utter surprise and shock, to see my cock had vanished! I knew right where it was… buried deep inside this lovely pussy. I even loved saying the word. Pussy. Pussy. It looked and felt so fantastic. But the show couldn’t last for long, and she made it known.

  “Pump, Daniel! Pump! Fuck me, goddamnit! Do it now!”

  And this time I was more than happy to oblige her request – as I began pumping madly, jack-hammering her pussy with all my might. The liquids flew in every direction. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the air. It was remarkable and unforgettable. I was actually inside of a vagina! Me! Inside a pussy! Her irresistible tits bouncing up and down with each pounding. I didn’t bother putting a hand on them, as I thought doing so would only minimize their movement, and I loved the way they jiggled…

  Thrusting and thrusting! Ramming and ramming! Hammering and hammering!

  Oh god! I hope all this effort was worth my A+! Miss Thruste spurred me onward, slapping at my ass and pulling me hard into her body. I was thrusting and thrusting,
humping and humping, using every bit of strength and energy I had to demolish her pussy. The years of sexual frustration were finally being released and it just so happened that this salacious woman was on the receiving end of my ventings! And what ventings they were! Strong and power! Long and hard! Deep and full!

  She moaned with every insertion. I mirrored the sounds she made, grunting and straining. All of this continued for what felt like no more than several seconds or minutes, who knows, it was difficult to tell. All I knew was my cock throbbed with an unquenchable intensity. I could feel it pumping full, on the verge of coming. Her pussy was tight and wet, massaging the sides and head of my cock in a way I never thought possible. It was like pure heaven from base to tip on every inch of flesh that I had rammed inside of her.

  “That’s it Daniel!” She shouted. “Give me that hot cum! Shoot your load inside me! I know you’re close! Now give it to me! Earn that A+! Fill me full! Make it overflow and drip out of my tempting cunt!”

  Well, she pretty much described just how I was feeling. And she seemed to know my body better than I did, for a moment later… I felt that familiar sensation of an orgasm bursting into the head of my cock and a split second afterward, the surge of cum erupting from the tip and into this sexpot’s pussy. I shouted like a retarded wildman, grabbing her hips and ramming my cock in as deep as it would go.

  “Good boy!” Miss Thruste cried as she grabbed my hips and held me in close, not allowing me to reverse my direction. “Squeeze it all out into me, give me every drop you’ve got nasty boy!”

  I made little movements with my hips, each one squirting out just a bit more cum into her vagina. And after about a dozen of these, I had pumped the well dry so to speak. She must have known this as well, because she pushed me aside and rose from the couch without hesitation. Miss Thruste grabbed her clothes, putting them on as fast as she had taken them off.

  “Great work, Daniel! You’ve definitely earned that A+! Now let’s get out of here so I can prepare for the class.”

  “But…. What about all that stuff in you?” I asked hesitantly.

  “What about it? It’s right where it should be. Your little love goo is resting deep inside my pussy. What’s there to worry about?”

  “I…” I had nothing to say it seemed!

  “Good, then let’s go! Put those clothes on and follow me, assistant!”

  ***

  ***

  There we were, standing fully clothed beside the desk of Miss Thruste, awaiting her students to come trickling in through the door as class started. I took notice of those pictures on her desk again. The ones I had only scanned briefly earlier on This time, having had my dick relieved of its pent up frustration (for the time being…), I gave them a closer inspection. The first I saw was of Miss Thruste and a little baby boy. There were others on the desk as well. It appeared she was a mother… I had to find out.

  “Is he yours?” I asked.

  “Mmhmm,” she said, nodding at the photo with a smile.

  “You’re married?”

  “Oh no,” Miss Thruste laughed. “The father was my last assistant.”

  And then I looked back down at the box she had been rummaging through earlier. It appeared to be filled with empty picture frames. And then I thought back to all the cum I had pumped inside of her, and how eager she was to have me blast every drop inside of her (admittedly tempting) pussy. And how it was all marinating in there at this very moment!

  I had a sneaking suspicion of what she was after… and in the coming weeks I would find out just how much she wanted it. As this was just the first of our many adventures… and in time I would see my own little picture frame up on her desk.

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 57

  Carrie took off her bra, letting her lovely round breasts fall free. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, smiling with satisfaction. At thirty six, she still had a figure to turn more than a few heads. She spun around, admiring the rest of her sexy naked body. Yoga and Pilates were working perfectly for her, especially in garnering her new husband, the restaurant magnate, Phil ‘Porker’ Dawes, a few weeks ago.

  “I’m Mrs. Carrie Dawes now.” She smiled at her reflection. “Red haired, green eyed, with a body to launch a hundred thousand ships, and I am married to the baron of the Bacon business.”

  The front door opened and she heard footsteps walking in. Hurriedly pulling a robe over her naked body, she stepped out of the master bedroom and walked down the stairs.

  “Hey, Mom.” The blonde nineteen year old walking toward the kitchen greeted her.

  “Lena,” Carrie smiled at her step-daughter; she came as a part of her new marriage. “So nice of you to drop by.”

  The younger woman narrowed her bright blue eyes. “I live here too, you know.”

  “Oh, how silly of me.” Carrie brushed a strand of her red hair away from her eyes. “I thought you had a place of your own… being over eighteen and all.”

  “I will, as soon as I get that modeling job in New York.” Lena gave her a wry smile.

  “Ooohh, New York.” Carrie arched her eyebrows. “Do write once in a while.”

  “I haven’t gone away yet, Carrie.” The teenager laughed with a hint of irritation. “And we do have phones and the internet to keep in touch.”

  “Oh yes, we do.” Carrie took a carton of milk from the fridge. “I’m such an old fuddy; all these new fangled things really go over my head.”

  “Aw, come on, Mommy. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” Lena sniggered, as she sipped some juice. “The phone and the internet have been around even before you were born.”

  “Why, thank you dear,” Carrie gave her a smile. “But I’m still lost in the woods when it comes to these computer thingies, I can’t for the life of me understand what the heck I’m supposed to do.”

  “It’s not that hard.” Lena offered. “Once you’ve got the computer running and the internet on, its easy sailing.”

  ***

  “That’s the thing, sweetie.” The older woman sat down. “Your father’s gone for a conference in Texas and he’s asked me to monitor the business on his computer at home. What he didn’t tell me is that the computer’s got a mind of its own and needs something installed and then run to some crazy sounding specs. I’m all thumbs with that sort of thing, and no brains at all.”

  “Don’t worry about it.” Lena smiled. “I’ll get one of my computer whiz buddies to come down and take a look at it.”

  “Oh, I’m not sure.” Carrie looked pensive. “It’s all in-house private information.”

  “Ah, no sweat.” Her step-daughter assured her. “Dalton’s been a friend for years, Dad knows him too. He’s a real genius when it comes to computers. He can, like, fix everything in five minutes.”

  “That sounds impressive.” Carrie wondered aloud. “Is he from your school?”

  “Yeah, but now he’s at MIT or something.” Lena nodded. “He’s, like, a very smart guy, but a little shy though.”

  “Is he cute?” Carrie leaned forward. “Are you dating him?”

  “Gosh, no way,” The blonde laughed. “He’s a total nerd, I never thought of him more than a friend.”

  “Sounds good.” Carrie smiled brightly. “Let’s give him a call then, and get things going.”

  “When’s a good time?” Lena flipped out her phone.

  “Oh, this afternoon will be fine.” Her step-mother sounded eager. “The sooner I can get the program running the better.”

  “Cool, that’s done.” Lena put away her phone. “He’ll be here in two hours. I’ve got to run… I have band practice all afternoon.”

  “Oh, so I’ll be the only one home.” Carrie bit her lip. “What does he look like?”

  “He’s normal looking; nothing outlandish.” Lena yawned. “Skinny, wears glasses, classic geek.”

  “Does he have anything special he likes, as in food or drink?” Carrie eyed Lena.
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  “What the heck?” Lena laughed. “I don’t know; get him a sandwich and milk, maybe.”

  “That I can do.” The redhead smiled to herself.

  “Okay, I’m outta here.” Lena said, picking up her handbag. “Dally will be here by three, I’ll see you later tonight.”

  “Sure, dear.” Carrie waved at her. “Have fun.”

  “Yeah, you too.”

  Carrie watched her teenaged step-daughter walking away. The girl was in good shape, she noted, and her attitude was fairly nice. It was going to be a good life here, as Mrs. Dawes, the Bacon Baron’s wife.

  ***

  She glanced at her wristwatch; it was almost three by the time she was done with lunch, watching her favorite TV soap. The boy would be there soon. She was looking forward to it. It had been a while since she was alone with a younger man and that too in the safety of her own home. Porker was a good husband, he gave her everything she wanted, except what she really wanted, satisfaction in bed.