“Probably what?” she asked and leaned against the front of her desk, staring at me. “If something is going on in your life, you can tell me, Henry. Because that was weird. Something is going on.”
“I… well… Just things are strange at home.”
“Oh?” She grabbed my hand and pulled me to her. “Strange, how?”
I swallowed at how close I was to her.
She had this bold gleam in her blue eyes. They were so similar to my mother’s. Her blonde hair spilled around her lush face. She was beautiful, not the unearthly perfection of my mom, but still enough to make me nervous.
A faint perfume rose around her. Flowery but subtle.
My cock throbbed. I was growing hard being this close to her. She stared into my eyes, her head cocking. “Well, well, that is interesting.” She smiled. “I always thought there was something different about you, Henry.”
“Uh…” I swallowed. “What are you talking about.”
“That you’re a handsome, young man.” She smiled. “You’ve lost your virginity. Mmm, I can see the confidence in you. Do you know how much that turns a woman on? Confidence?”
“No, no, it’s probably–”
“On your knees, Henry!” Her words cracked like a whip, her eyes boring hard into me.
I yelped and fell to my knees. I swallowed, so shocked to have her be so dominating. Whatever my mother had done to me was now affecting my professor. Only she wasn’t a schoolgirl playing at being a woman, she was a mature MILF who knew what she wanted. She had confidence, too. None of those girls would have the guts to do this, but Mrs. Hemlock…
She started dragging up her skirt. “Mmm, you make teaching such an exciting delight. You were watching me the whole time. Your eyes on me. Absorbing the information. That sort of attention deserves a reward, don’t you think.”
“I… Well….” My cheeks burned. My dick throbbed. “Y-you’re married.”
“Mmm, we don’t need to worry about Luke. He’s not here, but you…” Her skirt rose higher revealing that she didn’t wear pantyhose but thigh-high stockings. Black garters held the day nylons up. I swallowed, a tangy scent filling my nose.
Her pussy.
“You’re here, Henry,” she moaned, her skirt rising higher. She had a beauty mark on her inner, right thigh right beneath…
Her pussy.
She had no panties on beneath her skirt. Her blonde bush dripped with cream. The folds of her pussy peeked through. I groaned at the sight, shocked that this was happening. Her hand grabbed the back of my head, holding a fistful of my black hair.
She yanked me foreword, burying my face into her cunt. I was helpless to fight against her. The curls of her bush and the wet kiss of her married pussy were too much for any boy to resist. I licked her pussy like I had my mother’s last night.
Mrs. Hemlock moaned. Her back arched. Her boobs jiggled. She groaned, her head throwing back. She shuddered, holding my head to her cunt. She ground my face into her twat, her silky curls rubbing on my face.
“That’s it,” she moaned. “Enjoy your reward.”
My reward? It seemed like she was the one being rewarded as she rubbed my face into her cunt. But I couldn’t resist.
I licked her.
My tongue fluttered through her folds, stroking her pussy lips and drinking her tangy juices. She groaned, her boobs jiggling in her scoop-neck blouse. The stretchy purple clung to those boobs. She had to be wearing a bra. She couldn’t have gravity-defying boobs like my mother. Mrs. Hemlock wasn’t a succubus.
Right?
My tongue danced through her folds. I licked and lapped at her with hunger. My tongue darted around in her folds as she groaned. Her juices spilled over my chin and ran down to my throat. I groaned, my dick throbbed in my pants.
“That’s it,” she groaned. “Mmm, yes, yes, Henry. Ooh, you’re enjoying my married pussy. Yes, yes. Just keep that tongue in me. Oh, that’s it. That’s wonderful.”
“Mrs. Hemlock,” I moaned into her cunt, my cock so hard.
I fluttered my tongue around in her pussy. I licked and lapped at her with hunger. My tongue swirled about in her snatch. She moaned, her twat squeezing about my tongue. Her juices grew hotter and hotter.
Then I flicked to her clit. I brushed her bud. The married teacher moaned. Her boobs heaved beneath her blouse. She shuddered and then grabbed her blouse. She drew it up her flat belly. The cups of a black bra appeared clinging to her large breasts. She threw off her top as she whimpered and moaned, her juices spilling over my chin.
“That’s it,” she panted, her hands playing around with the front of her bra. Then the cups sprang apart and her tits spilled out. They were heavy and full, her nipples dark red. She pinched them. “Mmm, Henry, yes, yes, make me cum and enjoy your reward for being such an attentive student.”
I sucked on her clit, her boobs jiggling and swaying. She tossed her head from side to side, her hot cunt grinding on my lips. I lost her bud, just kissing at her folds. Then I licked to that pearl and nibbled on it with my lips.
Her boobs stretched as she twisted her nipples. She pinched and tweeked them, her eyes squeezing shut. I nursed on her, my cock so hard. I wanted to make her cum. To explode. It would be amazing.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. “Oh, Henry. That’s it. That’s it! Fuck, that’s good! Yes!”
Her body bucked. Her tangy juices gushed out into my mouth.
I drank them down. I shuddered as she climaxed. Her moans echoed through the air, resounding around the room. Her body quivered. Her hands released her tits and planted them onto her desk. She arched her back, her blonde hair flying.
“That’s amazing! Henry! Henry! That’s it! Oh, that reward!”
I gulped down her tangy juices, reveling in the flavor of her married pussy. She groaned, her head tossing from side to side. Her boobs smacked together. She shuddered a final time. Then she panted, her breasts rising and falling.
“Oh, Henry,” she groaned. “Mmm, now it’s time for my reward.”
“Your reward?” I panted.
“Sucking your cock,” she said. She grabbed her purse and thrust her hand in. “Stand up and take off your pants. Let me see that dick I get to worship.”
“Uh…” How was getting blown not my reward?
But I stood and undid my jeans. I was supposed to be in my computer class right now, but this was so much better. Mrs. Hemlock was so hot. Her blue eyes sparkled as she watched me shove down my pants and my underwear.
My sticky cock popped out. My mother’s juices still hadn’t fully dried on me. Mrs. Hemlock breathed in and groaned with delight. Then she fell to her knees before me, her left hand sliding out of the purse balled up in a fist. Her right hand grabbed my dick.
“My god, you have a huge dick,” she said in awe. “This is magnificent.
“Yeah, but what did you get out of your–”
She sucked my cock into her mouth.
“Mrs. Hemlock!”
The feel of her lips around my cock sent a powerful surge of pleasure through my body. She nursed on me with hunger, suckling on my cock with such passion. I groaned, savoring how amazing that felt. My entire body shook from the force of her hungry mouth.
I shuddered from the incredible feel of her blowjob. Mrs. Hemlock’s bold, blue eyes stared up at me with hunger. She bobbed her mouth, working her lips up and down my dick. I groaned, my cock throbbing.