Mark stroked it a few times in front of her, he let out a small moan as he did so. He was also clearly not thinking straight. This was a dangerous situation and she knew it. She had to safely get him dressed and out the door without alerting anyone to what had just happened, and she had to do it before the custodians came around. She thought she had five or ten minutes before someone would knock on her door.
However, all that didn’t matter to the boy who stroked his cock a few more times, and copious amounts of pre-cum drooled out of the tip. He was now slowly stroking his cock continuously.
“Hey, Mark. You gotta stop that. Right now.” She said in her best teacher voice.
“I can’t, it’s too good.
I need to cum again.” His cock bobbed in his hand as he slowly ran his hand up and down the shaft.
Miss Travatore figured he would shoot again really fast if she gave him permission to do so, and then they’d be able to clean up the mess and get him out the door. She wanted him to do it as quickly as possible though, and she figured he’d see her bra already, she’d just show him that again. She sat on her desk and cleared her throat.
“Ok, I’m going to help you out.
Let’s get that load out of you.” She started unbuttoning her blouse. As she did so, Mark walked over to her. Her bra clad breasts came into view and Mark let out a little groan. His dick leaked more pre-cum onto his hand, and he used it to lube himself more. “Do you like my breasts?” she asked him coyly. She was now feeling the way she had felt the first time a boy had felt her up, excited and nervous.
“Oh, yes, Miss Travatore. I like them so much. They look so good.
Can I see more, please?” Mark’s strokes began to get faster.
“What do you want to see?” she asked him breathlessly. There was a growing part of her that wanted him to see all of her.
His strokes were becoming erratic. His balls tensed up and his cock lengthened in his grip. “I want. . . oh god it’s so good.” He was beginning to lose it.
Miss Travatore realized he would shoot all his cum all over her if she didn’t do something about it, and she didn’t have a change of clothes. She had never liked the taste of cum, so she quickly hiked her skirt up to her hips, spread her legs wrapping them around the boys ass and pulling him to her. She pulled her panties to the side and slapped his hands out of the way.
His cock was throbbing. He was on the verge of shooting again.
He was lost in the feeling and she had her bra clad tits on display. What he really wanted was her pussy, but he wasn’t able to put that sentence together. Suddenly he was being pulled towards her, “What’s going on?” he was very confused. When he felt his hands being slapped away from his dick, he looked down in time to see Miss Travatore’s hand grab his shaft and line it up with her very hot and moist place.
His instincts told him to thrust and when he did, he was inside a tight, hot, and wet sheath that gripped him from the base of his shaft to the very tip of his dick. As soon as his tip broke the plane of her hot hole he began shooting again.
Her legs held him in place and she muffled his groans with her hand as she whispered to him, “Good boy. That’s it. Cum for me. Cum inside me. Let’s get it all out.” He was blowing an even bigger load into her pussy.
His hips thrust forward and back involuntarily with each blast from balls. His cock pressed up against her cervix and splashed cum all over it. He grunted and groaned as his cock and balls did there level best to knock her up.
When she felt him shoot for the fifth or sixth time, it lit a fire in her and she started cumming with him. Her pussy went into over drive, rippling and flexing on his shaft, coaxing more cum out of him.
She no longer held her hand over his mouth, instead she needed both to wrap around his neck to hold herself up while she convulsed on his cock. “Oh. My. God.” she rasped while cumming hard on his dick.
His orgasm again almost made him pass out. But then there was a new sensation, her pussy wrapped around him was urging more cum from him. Miss Travatore was trembling on his cock and holding on for dear life to his neck.
He had been losing steam, but then his cock came roaring back to life when he realized she was having an orgasm too. He had never in his life cum so hard, so quickly, so many times back to back. His dick was hard again now and he let her have it.
She felt him starting to deflate inside her and she started coming back to her senses. And then she felt him harden, fatten, and lengthen again.
Then the thrusting started, long slow strokes that bumped her cervix over and over again, that faded to short, fast strokes where he was only fucking her with the head of his dick. She felt him as he held her hips and dipped his face to her breasts. She let go of his neck long enough to open her bra to him and allow him to suckle, lick, and bite her. He lasted only a few minutes before she felt him surge in size. He was grunting, his dick was twitching and throbbing in her love channel.
He looked into her eyes begging her, “I’m going to cum!”
She looked back and said, “Do it inside me. It’ll make me cum with you,” and she squeezed him with all her might with her pelvic floor muscles. When he heard her give permission to blow and felt her squeezing him, he lost it. He jammed himself as far into her as he could and cried out. His dick jumped and his balls shot more hot sticky cum up his shaft to be deposited right at the door of her womb.
She felt him flex, felt the heat of his sperm in her again and it blew the top of her head off. Her pussy spasmed on his dick. As he shot again and again in her, she worked her hips around and ground down on him, her pussy begging him for all he had. He grunted with each spurt, and as her orgasm subsided, she softly coaxed more cum out of him with coos of “That’s it baby. Don’t stop until your testicles are empty,” and “Oh, baby, that was so good.
You made me cum so hard.”
When the custodian came into the room there was no evidence that there had been a scandalous sex scene in the room. The window were all open, there was a heavy smell of perfume in the room, and a hint of something else, that the custodian just couldn’t put a finger on.