Something Beautiful - Chapter 6
Over the next couple of Tuesdays, Lance and DeeDee would have Beth over for some tutoring and sex. Lance had held up his end of the deal and provided Beth with his periodic writings by the deadlines she had set. Beth had kept her end of the bargain by almost immediately providing the feedback he needed. It was easy for him to honestly claim the writing was his own, because it was. But it had improved significantly and his instructors in both, English and history, had taken note.
His English teacher, Janet, asked him to stay after class on Wednesday. He quickly got a case of "dry mouth" and tight stomach, assuming the worst. He had nothing to worry about.
"Lance," began Janet, "your last couple of essays have been significantly better. Your writing has improved substantially over the past couple of weeks. I can tell it is your work by your writing style, but the word choice and organization are so much better. What have you been doing to make such a marked improvement?"
"I got some tutoring, Ms. Burns. I wasn't content with my grade and knew I needed some help," Lance responded, relieved that she was pleasantly surprised.
"I have to ask this because I have to report back on the student athletes. Who is paying for this tutoring? You realize it cannot be an alum or coach or anyone with a significant interest in our athletics. Even though we are a small school, we still have rules to follow."
Lance nodded. "I am paying for it myself. I earn some extra money on the side from my landlady. I pay for it that way."
"Is she an alum of the school?" Janet shot back, getting a little concerned about the potential for quid pro quo.
"Actually, she went to our cross-state rival," Lance said with a laugh. "Let the people in charge make a case on that!"
Janet breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, then I have nothing to report. Your grade is excellent. You are doing your own work. And I am happy to say that, as a big football fan, I am glad to have one of the better players on our team in my class. If you have some time, why don't you follow me to my office. I would like to get to know my students better, but time is always at a premium for all of us. Besides, as nervous as you seemed before our discussion, I think you could use a break to relax and just talk to a professor without taking notes."
Lance had an hour before his next class, so he followed this 40-something English professor to her office. As he followed, his mind focused more on her figure than her position in the school and her influence on his success. She had a larger bubble butt, shapely legs, and he had noted before she had a penchant for wearing her clothes a little too tight. She was on the chubby side, but she had tits the size of cantaloupe, keeping the entire figure in proportion even if it was a little exaggerated by her 5'2" frame. She had auburn hair, a fair complexion, and a bright white smile to go with her bright blue eyes. She was known as a no-nonsense instructor who did not trust the student athletes, assuming they were cheating or otherwise gaming the system. She had busted more than one set of balls over doubts about the origins of their work. For Janet, Lance was a breath of fresh air. For Lance, he had fought a hard battle to win her confidence.
Janet had no more than closed her door to her tiny little office when she immediately reopened the door and checked the other similar offices in the English department enclave. All were empty. She returned and closed the door again. Her office seemed to Lance to be only slightly larger than the typical janitorial storage closet. There was room for her small desk, a bookcase, file cabinet and her desk chair along with one side chair for a visitor. But it was all very neatly arranged with nothing out of place.
When she shut the door, she turned the bolt lock. Lance was suddenly uneasy. No one locks a door with a student alone these days, he thought to himself. The department was empty. What was she going to do? He could feel a blind side grilling coming on. She apparently didn't trust him after all. She invited him to sit in guest chair as she sat down at her desk. She asked him a couple of general "get to know you" questions while, out of his line of sight, she seemed to be adjusting her skirt or something because he noted that she seemed to be squirming a little in her seat. Then she asked him if he had a girlfriend and some slightly more personal questions about his general private life. Then she slid her chair back and bent over to pick something up from the floor.
"Close your eyes, Lance. I want to test your word choice. I am going to hold something up to your nose without touching it. I want you to smell it and tell me with the most accurate, concise language you can, what it is you smell."
"Okay," Lance said, with some trepidation. "What is the purpose behind this impromptu test?"
"Very good!" she said. "Good descriptive words for what this is. Concise and accurate. You are off to a good start. Just bear with me. I don't want to taint the test by telling you what it for."
He closed his eyes and she held the first item up to his nose and sniffed. "I think it is perfume. I smell lavender. I believe it is what you normally wear. I remember it when I have walked past you in class."
"Correct," she said. Then she held the next item up to him.
"Freshly printed copies, laser jet."
"Excellent!" Then she held up the next item. "Sniff this one."
"An old book. It has been on the shelf for years without being opened. It has the beautiful smell of age and wisdom."
"Outstanding! Well said," she replied. "One more, then you are done with the test."
She held up the last item, smiling to herself. "If you get this one correct, you can have what's normally inside it."
Lance took a good whiff, assuming it would be difficult to figure out if there were a prize to be won from it. He was caught off guard and wasn't sure how to answer the question, although he would bet his life on what it was. If he was wrong, however, it could lead to his ruin. He took a deep breath before answering.
"It has a light musky fragrance that suggests a combination of a flowery body wash, a hint of the lavender perfume and the scent of a woman's...well...her private area. I am guessing I just sniffed your panties."
Janet let out a hearty laugh. "You can open your eyes now and claim your prize."
Lance opened his eyes to see a pair of panties hanging from Janet's index finger in front of his face. When he looked from her hand to her face, he saw that she had unbuttoned her blouse and had her skirt hitched up to her waist.
"I have watched you in my classroom, I have watched you on the football field, and I have watched your interaction with other students. You seem to have everyone's respect and apparently deservedly so. You have proven yourself to me in the classroom now with your efforts to improve your grade and I can honestly say now, knowing that being the respectful person you must be, that you will keep my secret when I tell you I would like nothing better than to have you fuck my legs off right here, right now. And I guaranty that you have an A in my class either way, but thought you might like to celebrate your grade with me by having a little passionate fun with me and fulfilling one of the items on my bucket list - to fuck a hot student from one of my classes."
His cock was already hard before she had finished her speech. He was fond of the perfume she wore, he was turned on by her unbuttoned blouse, revealing the promise of two very large mountains to climb, and he was turned on by her forthright way of approaching her desires and trusting him with them. He smiled and nodded his approval, standing up to approach her side of the desk.
"I have always wanted to get fucked in this tiny little office. I probably can't get fully undressed in this tight space, so you'll have to deal with my skirt around my waist." Janet slipped out of her blouse and turned so that Lance could unfasten her bra. He felt her huge tits tug and the loose straps as soon as he unhooked them. She turned to face him and her large, firm tits stared back at him. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and managed in the tight space to step out of his jeans. Janet reached for his meat and squeezed his stiff cock through his underwear. His cock head was already peeking out from the waistband and she licked her lips as she fondled his rigid tool.
Lance gently pushed her skirt down over her broad hips and sat her on her desk. He was able to slip the skirt from her in that position without disturbing anything in the vicinity. Lance sat down in her chair and spread her legs, lifting them over his shoulders so that he was staring at her puffy, damp pussy. She leaned back on her desk on her hands eagerly anticipating what she hoped he would do. He did not disappoint. Lance leaned in to her pussy, making sure she was resting on the edge of her desk, and slipped his tongue between the folds of her pussy lips, immediately making contact with her clit. Janet sucked in a deep breath and her chest heaved forward and her back arched slightly.
As he began to lick her pussy intently, wanting to get her off the first time as quickly as possible, he slowly inserted his first two fingers into her pussy and began fucking her with them. Very soon, Janet was breathing heavily and leaning on one hand and mashing a huge tit in the other. Lance glanced up to see that she was sucking on her nipple as she toyed with her tit. Her eyes were closed and she returned to holding herself up with both hands and leaned back a little further as he brought her closer to orgasm. She was still wearing her heals, but was otherwise bare-ass naked. Lance removed his fingers from her pussy and replaced them with his thumb. Then he used his two wet fingers by inserting them in her asshole. The added sensation to his tongue action and finger fucking drove her over the edge into the abyss of orgasm. She dug her heals into his back and used one hand to grab the hair on the back of his head to pull him in further and gushed all over his face. He had landed a squirter and she gave him a squirt bath like nothing he had ever experienced before.
Once she had recovered from her cum and saw what she had done to him, she pointed to the bottom drawer of her desk where he found a hand towel to mop himself off. By the time he had wiped himself down enough to continue, Janet had swiveled on her desktop and lay on her back with her head hanging over the edge, ready to take his stiff cock in her mouth. She grasped his shaft and guided it into her throat, tongue wrapped around it, slurping on it as he entered. She sucked on the knob of his cock and stroked the length of his shaft, pulling the skin taught up to her lips and back down to the base again. Lance placed both hands on her huge, round tit mounds and squeezed just as hard as he had seen her do earlier. He placed his index and middle fingers on either side of her nipple so that as he squeezed, the two fingers lightly pinched the nipple, coaxing it to hardness again as it had been when she came.
Lance did this to both nipples at the same time and began fucking her face as he did. His balls slapped against her forehead as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her throat, pulling out only far enough to allow her to breathe between strokes. Janet reached her arms behind him and grabbed his ass cheeks to pull him deeper into her mouth. He had never experienced a woman actually wanting him to go balls deep in her mouth before, at least not repeatedly. DeeDee had taken him balls deep down her throat before, but not with every stroke like she wanted mouth treated like a pussy.
Apparently Janet could tell he was close to blowing his load, because just before he passed the point of no return, she abruptly stopped and forced him out of her mouth. She swiveled on her desk again and stepped to the floor, turning her back on him and leaned over her desk, spreading her legs. She had a footstool under her desk because she was short and needed something higher to put her feet on when sitting at her desk for longer periods. She pulled it out and stood on it so that Lance and his 6'3" frame could take her from behind. He guided his cock into her sopping wet cunt and began drilling her. He reached under her and cupped her huge tits. They were bouncing wildly below her chest and she was grateful when he grabbed them and held them in place while he pummeled her pussy. She was beyond wet and each meeting of his hips to her ass made a wet splatting noise as the two collided. Janet clearly liked it on the rougher side. She also apparently came easily. Less that five minutes into the frenetic fucking, she came again and again, soaking Lance from his balls to his knees with more squirting. He tried to give her a little time to regain her control, but she fucked back with more energy than ever.
One more time, Lance thought he was going to blow and one more time Janet seemed to sense it. "Pull out and finish in my ass, Lance. Fuck my ass and cum there."
He followed her breathless instructions and was not at all gentle about stuffing his large, stiff rod up her ass. He wanted to cum. He had made her cum several times now and his balls were about to explode. Janet cried out softly as he stuffed his prick up to the hilt in just three strokes. His hands were on her shoulders now, pulling her back as he thrust forward. Each stroke threatened to completely withdraw and the forward motion threatened to reach her tonsils. They were long strokes and fast at the same time. He was fucking her like a machine. She rested her tits on her desktop and her fingers gripped the edge of her desk in front of her. Even she was ready to let him have his release. She felt his shaft swell as he paused and she felt the twitching it was making as he unleashed shot after warm shot of his thick, white cream up her ass.
Both had tried their best to keep quiet throughout their carnal session in case someone re-entered the department enclave. Janet used the hand towel to dry herself off from her thighs to her ankles and also to wipe Lance down again. He was wobbly on his legs from the exertion and the release, but he managed to get dressed and gave Janet a hand in the tight space to get herself dressed as well. Her entire small office smelled of sex, so she pulled a can of air freshener out and sprayed the room. She peeked out the door to find that the department offices were still empty, so both slipped out and Lance headed for his last class. Janet was done for the day, and walked slowly across campus to her car for the short drive home and a badly needed shower and nap.
Lance had a terrible football practice that afternoon. He did not have the energy he normally brought to the field and his coaches noticed it. They were on his ass the entire practice. To top it off, he dropped two easily catchable passes, which was totally out of character for him. One of them made a sarcastic comment about leaving the pussy alone until after practice from now on or he would find himself on the bench. He made a mental note to do exactly that - no fucking before 3 pm for him.
When he got home early that evening, DeeDee was her usual attentive self. She asked about his day and all that had happened. Lance was not one to withhold information and DeeDee found it both exhilarating and funny that he had had such a strong sexual encounter that he was worthless on the football field. She asked Lance if he thought she would enjoy her own session with Janet, and he said he was sure she would as long as she took her energy drink beforehand. DeeDee got her name and made a mental note to contact the woman very soon. She called Beth and told her the story and the two women took pride in the success of the tutoring as well as setting a plot to have a three-way with the English teacher as soon as they could.
When Lance had finished his homework, sent his emailed assignment to Beth for review and checked to make sure he was ready for the next day, he walked hand in hand with DeeDee to the bedroom for the night.
"You're probably too tired after your English department meeting today to feel like another round with me, aren't you?" said Dee, putting a fake pout on her face.
"I am never too tired for you," he said cupping an ass cheek in his hand.
"Maybe so, but after a round like that, I'm probably not going to be good enough for you any more," she said, still with the pouty face.
"No one could possibly ever top your skills in bed or your total self-giving in bed or out of it, DeeDee. Don't ever forget that," he said with the sincerest truth a man ever spoke. "Fucking is a whole lot of fun. I won't deny that. But fucking someone you love - nothing can top that. And I love you. We can fuck anyone we want, but nothing will ever be better than what I have with you. I love you, DeeDee."
What had started with her as a playful game suddenly turned her serious. She hadn't intended for it to be anything more than playfulness leading to sex. But Lance's confession of love touched her deeper than any place she had ever felt before. Lance had tenderly brought tears to her eyes with his sincerity and forthright passion for her and her along, but this one reached to her very soul in a way she had never experienced before. This young, inexperienced, gentle, passionate, honest, loving, man had joined his soul to hers. She wasn't sure she had joined hers to his in the same way yet, but for the first time in her life, she felt like she had a true soul mate and began to wonder just a bit if their passion should be withheld only for the two of them to share with each other. She pushed that thought out of her mind for the moment. All she wanted right now was to please this young lover with the most gentle, tender, and loving sexual experience of his life. She then realized he had been studying her face after he had spoken and he had seen the distance in her gaze as she processed her thoughts.
"Everything okay?" he asked with some concern.
"Everything is perfect, honey. Our sex and everything else has always been fun and passionate. But after what you just said, I want to give you more. Tonight, I want you to lie still, close your eyes and just feel my every touch, my breath on your body, my whispers in your ears, and let me please you. Don't give a first thought to pleasing me, okay? I want to take you over the top and then fall asleep before your cock softens when I am done with it."
She had him lie on his stomach and stretched his arms out and part his legs enough she could touch his cock and his balls if she wanted to from that position. She opened a bottle of massage oil and gave him a rubdown. She turned on some soft music and proceeded to give a full body massage, using her own body against his. She led with her hands and her tits, starting with his calves and working up to his shoulders. When her tits reached his shoulders, she leaned in and whispered, "I love you," and then began to move back down again. She did this a couple of times and on the way back down, she reached between his legs and felt the hardness of his cock and she stroked it. DeeDee lured him to his back and oiled him down from his ankles to his chest, again leading with hands and tits. He watched her every move and when she reached her face to his, she slowly slipped her tongue into his mouth and kissed him with love, desire, and respect as if she had one chance to kiss her man-god and wanted to make it perfect.
When her face reached his waist, she gently blew her breath across his stiff, throbbing cock and then kissed it. She cradled his shaft in her hands and kissed it. Then she licked it. Then she slowly sucked on it. She didn't try to deep throat him. Instead, she used her mouth to make love to it. She didn't try to make him cum, she just tried to bring it pleasure and comfort. She wanted his cock to feel like it was being pleased like it deserved and that this was its home away from home. Home was where his cock was going to be next, but for now, this was home and it was a safe, welcoming place to be.
Lance started to touch her with his hands and she pushed them to the bed again, shaking her head reminding him that tonight was all about him and him alone. She turned off the table lamp and the only light in the room was the nightlight near the floor across from the bed. DeeDee straddled his body and guided his cock to its real and rightful home and she slowly took his entire length inside her. She moved up and down on his rod ever so slowly as if she wanted the love making to last all night. There was a part of that actually did want that, but she knew it wasn't practical. She lay her chest on his and whispered in his ear, "I want you, I need you, and I love you."
Then she began to focus on bringing about the inevitable. DeeDee picked up the pace, sliding her oily body against his as she slid up and down on his cock. Lance could feel her hard nipples sliding from his lower to upper chest and back down again and it pleased him almost as much as the sense of his cock sliding in and out of her. She had taken so much time gently working him over in so many ways, that he knew he could not last as long as he would like. When he started to make it interactive, she again stopped him.
"It's okay, honey. I told you. This one is all about you. Cum when you are ready."
One of the hardest things for Lance to do was to keep his arms at his side when his loving angel was giving him the treatment of a lifetime. But DeeDee was now intent on bringing him to climax and he was not fighting it. For herself, DeeDee was beginning to feel the build of a strong orgasm of her own, but was prepared to let it go. She didn't think Lance would last long enough for her to get off. On the other hand, she misjudged how erotic giving to someone else can be and as she had relaxed to focus on his pleasure, she discovered some new pleasures of her own. Seemingly out of nowhere, a rush came over her and she quietly quivered and shook through a very intense orgasm of her own at almost the exact time Lance flooded her with his rush of cum.
Now it was calm, dark, and relaxed. She lie on top of him, both slick from the massage oil, wet from the shared cum, and tired from the work of a job well done. Lance's breathing had become rhythmic and steady and DeeDee achieved what she hoped she would. Lance had passed out before his cock had gone limp inside her. She rolled off and nestled in beside him. Tonight, and maybe for the first time in her life, she had allowed her soul to join with another. She had never done that in her marriage and certainly not with anyone else in her life. But Lance was deserving and for the first time, she felt like she was deserving. They would still have their fun - together and with others, she was sure - but she would not take for granted what she felt at this moment. It was something beautiful.
His English teacher, Janet, asked him to stay after class on Wednesday. He quickly got a case of "dry mouth" and tight stomach, assuming the worst. He had nothing to worry about.
"Lance," began Janet, "your last couple of essays have been significantly better. Your writing has improved substantially over the past couple of weeks. I can tell it is your work by your writing style, but the word choice and organization are so much better. What have you been doing to make such a marked improvement?"
"I got some tutoring, Ms. Burns. I wasn't content with my grade and knew I needed some help," Lance responded, relieved that she was pleasantly surprised.
"I have to ask this because I have to report back on the student athletes. Who is paying for this tutoring? You realize it cannot be an alum or coach or anyone with a significant interest in our athletics. Even though we are a small school, we still have rules to follow."
Lance nodded. "I am paying for it myself. I earn some extra money on the side from my landlady. I pay for it that way."
"Is she an alum of the school?" Janet shot back, getting a little concerned about the potential for quid pro quo.
"Actually, she went to our cross-state rival," Lance said with a laugh. "Let the people in charge make a case on that!"
Janet breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, then I have nothing to report. Your grade is excellent. You are doing your own work. And I am happy to say that, as a big football fan, I am glad to have one of the better players on our team in my class. If you have some time, why don't you follow me to my office. I would like to get to know my students better, but time is always at a premium for all of us. Besides, as nervous as you seemed before our discussion, I think you could use a break to relax and just talk to a professor without taking notes."
Lance had an hour before his next class, so he followed this 40-something English professor to her office. As he followed, his mind focused more on her figure than her position in the school and her influence on his success. She had a larger bubble butt, shapely legs, and he had noted before she had a penchant for wearing her clothes a little too tight. She was on the chubby side, but she had tits the size of cantaloupe, keeping the entire figure in proportion even if it was a little exaggerated by her 5'2" frame. She had auburn hair, a fair complexion, and a bright white smile to go with her bright blue eyes. She was known as a no-nonsense instructor who did not trust the student athletes, assuming they were cheating or otherwise gaming the system. She had busted more than one set of balls over doubts about the origins of their work. For Janet, Lance was a breath of fresh air. For Lance, he had fought a hard battle to win her confidence.
Janet had no more than closed her door to her tiny little office when she immediately reopened the door and checked the other similar offices in the English department enclave. All were empty. She returned and closed the door again. Her office seemed to Lance to be only slightly larger than the typical janitorial storage closet. There was room for her small desk, a bookcase, file cabinet and her desk chair along with one side chair for a visitor. But it was all very neatly arranged with nothing out of place.
When she shut the door, she turned the bolt lock. Lance was suddenly uneasy. No one locks a door with a student alone these days, he thought to himself. The department was empty. What was she going to do? He could feel a blind side grilling coming on. She apparently didn't trust him after all. She invited him to sit in guest chair as she sat down at her desk. She asked him a couple of general "get to know you" questions while, out of his line of sight, she seemed to be adjusting her skirt or something because he noted that she seemed to be squirming a little in her seat. Then she asked him if he had a girlfriend and some slightly more personal questions about his general private life. Then she slid her chair back and bent over to pick something up from the floor.
"Close your eyes, Lance. I want to test your word choice. I am going to hold something up to your nose without touching it. I want you to smell it and tell me with the most accurate, concise language you can, what it is you smell."
"Okay," Lance said, with some trepidation. "What is the purpose behind this impromptu test?"
"Very good!" she said. "Good descriptive words for what this is. Concise and accurate. You are off to a good start. Just bear with me. I don't want to taint the test by telling you what it for."
He closed his eyes and she held the first item up to his nose and sniffed. "I think it is perfume. I smell lavender. I believe it is what you normally wear. I remember it when I have walked past you in class."
"Correct," she said. Then she held the next item up to him.
"Freshly printed copies, laser jet."
"Excellent!" Then she held up the next item. "Sniff this one."
"An old book. It has been on the shelf for years without being opened. It has the beautiful smell of age and wisdom."
"Outstanding! Well said," she replied. "One more, then you are done with the test."
She held up the last item, smiling to herself. "If you get this one correct, you can have what's normally inside it."
Lance took a good whiff, assuming it would be difficult to figure out if there were a prize to be won from it. He was caught off guard and wasn't sure how to answer the question, although he would bet his life on what it was. If he was wrong, however, it could lead to his ruin. He took a deep breath before answering.
"It has a light musky fragrance that suggests a combination of a flowery body wash, a hint of the lavender perfume and the scent of a woman's...well...her private area. I am guessing I just sniffed your panties."
Janet let out a hearty laugh. "You can open your eyes now and claim your prize."
Lance opened his eyes to see a pair of panties hanging from Janet's index finger in front of his face. When he looked from her hand to her face, he saw that she had unbuttoned her blouse and had her skirt hitched up to her waist.
"I have watched you in my classroom, I have watched you on the football field, and I have watched your interaction with other students. You seem to have everyone's respect and apparently deservedly so. You have proven yourself to me in the classroom now with your efforts to improve your grade and I can honestly say now, knowing that being the respectful person you must be, that you will keep my secret when I tell you I would like nothing better than to have you fuck my legs off right here, right now. And I guaranty that you have an A in my class either way, but thought you might like to celebrate your grade with me by having a little passionate fun with me and fulfilling one of the items on my bucket list - to fuck a hot student from one of my classes."
His cock was already hard before she had finished her speech. He was fond of the perfume she wore, he was turned on by her unbuttoned blouse, revealing the promise of two very large mountains to climb, and he was turned on by her forthright way of approaching her desires and trusting him with them. He smiled and nodded his approval, standing up to approach her side of the desk.
"I have always wanted to get fucked in this tiny little office. I probably can't get fully undressed in this tight space, so you'll have to deal with my skirt around my waist." Janet slipped out of her blouse and turned so that Lance could unfasten her bra. He felt her huge tits tug and the loose straps as soon as he unhooked them. She turned to face him and her large, firm tits stared back at him. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and managed in the tight space to step out of his jeans. Janet reached for his meat and squeezed his stiff cock through his underwear. His cock head was already peeking out from the waistband and she licked her lips as she fondled his rigid tool.
Lance gently pushed her skirt down over her broad hips and sat her on her desk. He was able to slip the skirt from her in that position without disturbing anything in the vicinity. Lance sat down in her chair and spread her legs, lifting them over his shoulders so that he was staring at her puffy, damp pussy. She leaned back on her desk on her hands eagerly anticipating what she hoped he would do. He did not disappoint. Lance leaned in to her pussy, making sure she was resting on the edge of her desk, and slipped his tongue between the folds of her pussy lips, immediately making contact with her clit. Janet sucked in a deep breath and her chest heaved forward and her back arched slightly.
As he began to lick her pussy intently, wanting to get her off the first time as quickly as possible, he slowly inserted his first two fingers into her pussy and began fucking her with them. Very soon, Janet was breathing heavily and leaning on one hand and mashing a huge tit in the other. Lance glanced up to see that she was sucking on her nipple as she toyed with her tit. Her eyes were closed and she returned to holding herself up with both hands and leaned back a little further as he brought her closer to orgasm. She was still wearing her heals, but was otherwise bare-ass naked. Lance removed his fingers from her pussy and replaced them with his thumb. Then he used his two wet fingers by inserting them in her asshole. The added sensation to his tongue action and finger fucking drove her over the edge into the abyss of orgasm. She dug her heals into his back and used one hand to grab the hair on the back of his head to pull him in further and gushed all over his face. He had landed a squirter and she gave him a squirt bath like nothing he had ever experienced before.
Once she had recovered from her cum and saw what she had done to him, she pointed to the bottom drawer of her desk where he found a hand towel to mop himself off. By the time he had wiped himself down enough to continue, Janet had swiveled on her desktop and lay on her back with her head hanging over the edge, ready to take his stiff cock in her mouth. She grasped his shaft and guided it into her throat, tongue wrapped around it, slurping on it as he entered. She sucked on the knob of his cock and stroked the length of his shaft, pulling the skin taught up to her lips and back down to the base again. Lance placed both hands on her huge, round tit mounds and squeezed just as hard as he had seen her do earlier. He placed his index and middle fingers on either side of her nipple so that as he squeezed, the two fingers lightly pinched the nipple, coaxing it to hardness again as it had been when she came.
Lance did this to both nipples at the same time and began fucking her face as he did. His balls slapped against her forehead as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her throat, pulling out only far enough to allow her to breathe between strokes. Janet reached her arms behind him and grabbed his ass cheeks to pull him deeper into her mouth. He had never experienced a woman actually wanting him to go balls deep in her mouth before, at least not repeatedly. DeeDee had taken him balls deep down her throat before, but not with every stroke like she wanted mouth treated like a pussy.
Apparently Janet could tell he was close to blowing his load, because just before he passed the point of no return, she abruptly stopped and forced him out of her mouth. She swiveled on her desk again and stepped to the floor, turning her back on him and leaned over her desk, spreading her legs. She had a footstool under her desk because she was short and needed something higher to put her feet on when sitting at her desk for longer periods. She pulled it out and stood on it so that Lance and his 6'3" frame could take her from behind. He guided his cock into her sopping wet cunt and began drilling her. He reached under her and cupped her huge tits. They were bouncing wildly below her chest and she was grateful when he grabbed them and held them in place while he pummeled her pussy. She was beyond wet and each meeting of his hips to her ass made a wet splatting noise as the two collided. Janet clearly liked it on the rougher side. She also apparently came easily. Less that five minutes into the frenetic fucking, she came again and again, soaking Lance from his balls to his knees with more squirting. He tried to give her a little time to regain her control, but she fucked back with more energy than ever.
One more time, Lance thought he was going to blow and one more time Janet seemed to sense it. "Pull out and finish in my ass, Lance. Fuck my ass and cum there."
He followed her breathless instructions and was not at all gentle about stuffing his large, stiff rod up her ass. He wanted to cum. He had made her cum several times now and his balls were about to explode. Janet cried out softly as he stuffed his prick up to the hilt in just three strokes. His hands were on her shoulders now, pulling her back as he thrust forward. Each stroke threatened to completely withdraw and the forward motion threatened to reach her tonsils. They were long strokes and fast at the same time. He was fucking her like a machine. She rested her tits on her desktop and her fingers gripped the edge of her desk in front of her. Even she was ready to let him have his release. She felt his shaft swell as he paused and she felt the twitching it was making as he unleashed shot after warm shot of his thick, white cream up her ass.
Both had tried their best to keep quiet throughout their carnal session in case someone re-entered the department enclave. Janet used the hand towel to dry herself off from her thighs to her ankles and also to wipe Lance down again. He was wobbly on his legs from the exertion and the release, but he managed to get dressed and gave Janet a hand in the tight space to get herself dressed as well. Her entire small office smelled of sex, so she pulled a can of air freshener out and sprayed the room. She peeked out the door to find that the department offices were still empty, so both slipped out and Lance headed for his last class. Janet was done for the day, and walked slowly across campus to her car for the short drive home and a badly needed shower and nap.
Lance had a terrible football practice that afternoon. He did not have the energy he normally brought to the field and his coaches noticed it. They were on his ass the entire practice. To top it off, he dropped two easily catchable passes, which was totally out of character for him. One of them made a sarcastic comment about leaving the pussy alone until after practice from now on or he would find himself on the bench. He made a mental note to do exactly that - no fucking before 3 pm for him.
When he got home early that evening, DeeDee was her usual attentive self. She asked about his day and all that had happened. Lance was not one to withhold information and DeeDee found it both exhilarating and funny that he had had such a strong sexual encounter that he was worthless on the football field. She asked Lance if he thought she would enjoy her own session with Janet, and he said he was sure she would as long as she took her energy drink beforehand. DeeDee got her name and made a mental note to contact the woman very soon. She called Beth and told her the story and the two women took pride in the success of the tutoring as well as setting a plot to have a three-way with the English teacher as soon as they could.
When Lance had finished his homework, sent his emailed assignment to Beth for review and checked to make sure he was ready for the next day, he walked hand in hand with DeeDee to the bedroom for the night.
"You're probably too tired after your English department meeting today to feel like another round with me, aren't you?" said Dee, putting a fake pout on her face.
"I am never too tired for you," he said cupping an ass cheek in his hand.
"Maybe so, but after a round like that, I'm probably not going to be good enough for you any more," she said, still with the pouty face.
"No one could possibly ever top your skills in bed or your total self-giving in bed or out of it, DeeDee. Don't ever forget that," he said with the sincerest truth a man ever spoke. "Fucking is a whole lot of fun. I won't deny that. But fucking someone you love - nothing can top that. And I love you. We can fuck anyone we want, but nothing will ever be better than what I have with you. I love you, DeeDee."
What had started with her as a playful game suddenly turned her serious. She hadn't intended for it to be anything more than playfulness leading to sex. But Lance's confession of love touched her deeper than any place she had ever felt before. Lance had tenderly brought tears to her eyes with his sincerity and forthright passion for her and her along, but this one reached to her very soul in a way she had never experienced before. This young, inexperienced, gentle, passionate, honest, loving, man had joined his soul to hers. She wasn't sure she had joined hers to his in the same way yet, but for the first time in her life, she felt like she had a true soul mate and began to wonder just a bit if their passion should be withheld only for the two of them to share with each other. She pushed that thought out of her mind for the moment. All she wanted right now was to please this young lover with the most gentle, tender, and loving sexual experience of his life. She then realized he had been studying her face after he had spoken and he had seen the distance in her gaze as she processed her thoughts.
"Everything okay?" he asked with some concern.
"Everything is perfect, honey. Our sex and everything else has always been fun and passionate. But after what you just said, I want to give you more. Tonight, I want you to lie still, close your eyes and just feel my every touch, my breath on your body, my whispers in your ears, and let me please you. Don't give a first thought to pleasing me, okay? I want to take you over the top and then fall asleep before your cock softens when I am done with it."
She had him lie on his stomach and stretched his arms out and part his legs enough she could touch his cock and his balls if she wanted to from that position. She opened a bottle of massage oil and gave him a rubdown. She turned on some soft music and proceeded to give a full body massage, using her own body against his. She led with her hands and her tits, starting with his calves and working up to his shoulders. When her tits reached his shoulders, she leaned in and whispered, "I love you," and then began to move back down again. She did this a couple of times and on the way back down, she reached between his legs and felt the hardness of his cock and she stroked it. DeeDee lured him to his back and oiled him down from his ankles to his chest, again leading with hands and tits. He watched her every move and when she reached her face to his, she slowly slipped her tongue into his mouth and kissed him with love, desire, and respect as if she had one chance to kiss her man-god and wanted to make it perfect.
When her face reached his waist, she gently blew her breath across his stiff, throbbing cock and then kissed it. She cradled his shaft in her hands and kissed it. Then she licked it. Then she slowly sucked on it. She didn't try to deep throat him. Instead, she used her mouth to make love to it. She didn't try to make him cum, she just tried to bring it pleasure and comfort. She wanted his cock to feel like it was being pleased like it deserved and that this was its home away from home. Home was where his cock was going to be next, but for now, this was home and it was a safe, welcoming place to be.
Lance started to touch her with his hands and she pushed them to the bed again, shaking her head reminding him that tonight was all about him and him alone. She turned off the table lamp and the only light in the room was the nightlight near the floor across from the bed. DeeDee straddled his body and guided his cock to its real and rightful home and she slowly took his entire length inside her. She moved up and down on his rod ever so slowly as if she wanted the love making to last all night. There was a part of that actually did want that, but she knew it wasn't practical. She lay her chest on his and whispered in his ear, "I want you, I need you, and I love you."
Then she began to focus on bringing about the inevitable. DeeDee picked up the pace, sliding her oily body against his as she slid up and down on his cock. Lance could feel her hard nipples sliding from his lower to upper chest and back down again and it pleased him almost as much as the sense of his cock sliding in and out of her. She had taken so much time gently working him over in so many ways, that he knew he could not last as long as he would like. When he started to make it interactive, she again stopped him.
"It's okay, honey. I told you. This one is all about you. Cum when you are ready."
One of the hardest things for Lance to do was to keep his arms at his side when his loving angel was giving him the treatment of a lifetime. But DeeDee was now intent on bringing him to climax and he was not fighting it. For herself, DeeDee was beginning to feel the build of a strong orgasm of her own, but was prepared to let it go. She didn't think Lance would last long enough for her to get off. On the other hand, she misjudged how erotic giving to someone else can be and as she had relaxed to focus on his pleasure, she discovered some new pleasures of her own. Seemingly out of nowhere, a rush came over her and she quietly quivered and shook through a very intense orgasm of her own at almost the exact time Lance flooded her with his rush of cum.
Now it was calm, dark, and relaxed. She lie on top of him, both slick from the massage oil, wet from the shared cum, and tired from the work of a job well done. Lance's breathing had become rhythmic and steady and DeeDee achieved what she hoped she would. Lance had passed out before his cock had gone limp inside her. She rolled off and nestled in beside him. Tonight, and maybe for the first time in her life, she had allowed her soul to join with another. She had never done that in her marriage and certainly not with anyone else in her life. But Lance was deserving and for the first time, she felt like she was deserving. They would still have their fun - together and with others, she was sure - but she would not take for granted what she felt at this moment. It was something beautiful.
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