by DaChe
Part I
MEMORIES
I see him walking down the hall towards me. He has the omnipresent camera case
around his shoulder with the camera in his hand as he catches my eyes. His
penetrating green eyes seem to look deep into me and I feel a strange
sensation inside me.
I cheerfully greet him with "hello Francis, how are you this afternoon."
He looks at me sullenly and replies "hello Miss Waye how do you think I am."
I frown slightly as I know the assignment I gave out today will probably cause
him to stay up most of the night to complete.
"Well Francis, I'll be looking forward to your presentation in class
tomorrow.I'm sure you'll be prepared."
"Miss Waye, you know I don't understand algebra and besides, photographers
don't need algebra."
"Francis, everyone needs to understand algebra. If you would apply yourself to
it one half as much as you do to pictures, you would get straight A's."
"I don't know Miss Waye, I bet there are things that you don't understand and
don't want to either. I just don't think I'll be able to do this by
tomorrow."
"Francis, would you like me to help you? I'm not doing anything this evening
and I would be glad to spend some time getting you started."
"OK Miss Waye." he sighed "What time and where?"
"Don't sound so resigned. I'm sure once you begin to grasp the fundamentals
you may actually enjoy Algebra. You can come to my apartment at 143 So.
Locust Apartment 609 after supper. Say about seven o'clock. Would that be all
right?"
"Yes Miss Waye, I'll be there."
This is my first year as an Algebra teacher at the High school even though I
am in my early thirties. I married after college and divorced 8 years later
after an unrewarding marriage. I had an unrewarding job as a secretary when I
decided to return to school to get my teaching credentials. I'm determined to
make teaching a rewarding experience in spite of my past failures. I have not
been satisfied with my past and feel that meeting the challenge of Francis, a
bright insightful student, although misdirected, will be my first victory.
A knock on the door to the apartment wakes me from my thoughts and I peer
through the peep hole to see Francis standing outside my door with his camera
equipment and Algebra book.
"Come in Francis" I say as I open the door. "Sit on the couch by the coffee
table and we can begin." I sit on the chair to the right of the couch so I
could assist Francis with his work. I had not changed clothes and still wore
my dress suit but I had slipped off my shoes and I was now in my stocking
feet. As I casually sit down I notice Francis glance at my legs then stare at
my stocking feet.
"I'm sorry Francis but I didn't have time to change and my feet are killing me.
I hope you don't mind if I don't put my shoes back on."
"No Miss Waye" he replies as he continues to stare at my feet. "I think you
have very nice legs and feet. I never saw any girls wearing pantyhose like
that with the shaded parts at the toes and heels before."
"To tell you a little secret Francis, I'm not wearing pantyhose. I'm wearing
stockings which I find more comfortable and cooler, especially this time of
the year." I say as I feel a strange stirring deep within me making me
blush.
"Oh you mean like these" he says as he hands me a picture from his camera bag.
A picture of a long legged shoeless model standing with her skirt pulled up to
her waist with her legs spread open. Her bright red painted toe nails show
through the reinforced toes of the sheer black nylon stockings she is wearing
which also have reinforced heels. The dark shadow from her pubic hair is
visible through her sheer white panties along with the outline from the lips
of her cunt. Her bright red lips display a sensual smile as she stares
directly into the camera lens.
The picture brings back a flood of stirrings from 15 years in the past when I
was a High school sophomore. I recall an incident in study hall where I sit
facing the windows at a cafeteria table at one end of the room. During the
study period, there is a small commotion which results in a young good-looking
green eyed blonde boy being made to stand as punishment. The teacher, Mr.
Martin, places the boy right in front of the table I am sitting at. He is
standing with his back to me looking out the window as I stare at him. He
turns around and I look down quickly at my book hoping he doesn't catch me. I
peek up from my book and see that, although he has an open book in his hand,
his eyes are looking elsewhere. I am wearing a loose skirt with stockings
held up by a garter belt and I slipped off my shoes for comfort. I shift in
my chair while crossing my legs and I see his eyes follow my movements and I
realized he is staring under the table at my legs.
I feel a strange thrill that this handsome boy is interested i looking at me
and I begin to experiment with small movements. I slide down further in the
chair and he slouchs against the wall. I slowly uncross my legs then cross
them in the other direction and his eyes remain glued to my legs and feet. I
again uncross my legs and slide my feet back to cause my knees to elevate
slightly. My skirt rides up about two inches above my knees and all I have to
do to allow him a glance up my skirt is to part my knees. I begin a rhythmic
movement of slightly opening and closing my knees and watch as his eyes become
bigger while staring at my movements. I reach down with one hand and scratch
my thigh causing my skirt to rise to the bottom of dark band at the top of my
stockings.
I watch as his breathing became shorter and shorter until it is almost in
gasps. I begin to feel a pleasurable warm wetness between my legs that I
never felt before. I raise one knee higher than the other and slowly allow my
knees to separate until they are about a foot apart knowing that I was giving
him a full view of my inner thighs and pink panties.
I notice a bulge in his pants which seems to throb and a faint wet spot at the
top of the bulge. His hips are undulating back and forth to a rhythm that was
somehow familiar and I feel an overwhelming urge to caress my vagina.
I slowly reach under the table with both my hands, place them on the insides of
my legs and began to move them slowly up towards the warm moist center of my
legs causing my skirt to ride higher up my thighs. As my hands pass over the
top of my stockings the boy is gaping at me with his mouth open and I stare at
the bulge that is visibly pulsating in his pants. My skirt is up to my crotch
as my hands touch the edge of my pink panties. I spread my legs wide and
brazenly rub my cunt through the damp crotch of my pink panties to alleviate
this uncontrollable desire I feel.
Suddenly my body begins to jerk and I let a gasp escape my lips as I feel
myself sink down into what feels like a warm pool. I look up at the boy as he
grabs the front of his pants and jerks about as the wet spot rapidly grows.
Right then Mr. Martin arrives, gapes at my raised skirt, blushes intensely,
then grabs the boy and takes him from the room. I am embarrassed but realized
that only the boy and Mr. Martin see the condition I am in.
Shortly after that I receive a note from Mr. Martin directing me to report to
him, in his office, after last period. All during the rest of the school day
I shiver in fear at what is going to happen but I know I better be there when
he wants me.
"Come in" he says sternly when I knock at his office door and I walk nervously
into the room. He points to a chair on the other side of his desk and says
"close the door and sit down here." Apprehensively I sit down as he demands,
"DaChe, why were you and that boy exposing yourselves at study hall today?"
"I-I-I don't know" I stammer.
"Do you know what happened to that boy when you showed him your panties?"
I was almost in tears as I reply "No, not really."
"Well, I guess you know your parents will have to be notified about this
incident" he states matter of factly, as he gazes off to one side.
"Oh please Mr. Martin, please don't tell my parents." I plead, "I promise it
will never happen again. Oh please don't tell them."
I notice a slight grin on his face as he says "Well maybe there is a way that
we can teach you a lesson and not have to bother your parents with this. If I
do this favor for you, you must promise you won't expose yourself in study
hall again, and I will show you what happened to the boy. Also, you must do
whatever I tell you and, since I won't tell what happened today, you must
promise not to tell."
"Oh yes Mr. Martin, I promise and I will do whatever you want."
"I want you to go over and lock the office door then come over to my side of
the desk." I do what he asks and stand stiffly alongside his chair.
"Lift up your skirt" he commands and when I hesitate, "DaChe, if your not going
to cooperate then I guess I'll just have to call your parents" he states as he
picks up the telephone receiver from the desk.
I reach out and grab his hand and franticly plead, "no Mr. Martin please give
me another chance. I'll do what you say." I quickly reach down and raise the
hem of my skirt to the tops of my stockings.
"That's a little better DaChe. Now lift it higher." he drawls as I raise the
skirt above my stocking tops high enough to expose my pink bikini panties. I
feel myself beginning to flush as I watch this adult ogle my nylon sheathed
legs and panty covered pussy.
He reaches out his hand to my leg and slowly moves it up my leg to the tops of
my stockings then back down again. "Mmmm DaChe, I love the feel of young firm
thighs under shear silky stockings" He sighs, as his touch makes my body
tingle.
"Take off your shoes and sit on my desk with your feet on the arms of my
chair." Fearing that he would change his mind and tell my parents I do as he
asks. I remove my shoes and while remaining seated, Mr. Martin moves it
backwards making room for me to climb on the desk. I raise my legs and place
my feet on the chair arms as Mr. Martin moves the chair close to the desk
causing my knees to spread apart. I lean back slightly and place my hands
behind me on the desk for support. I look at Mr. Martin, seated between my
legs, and see him staring intently between my legs. This position displays my
body, from my waist down, for his unobstructed viewing and I again feel the
stirrings in my young pussy "Relax DaChe, I'm not going to hurt you" he says
as he massages the entire length of my legs from my toes to my the tops of my
stockings.
Mr. Martin continues to rub and squeeze my nylon sheathed legs and feet for a
few minutes then moves his hands above my stocking tops and massages the naked
flesh of my thighs. He moves his hands to the insides of my thighs and as I
feel them moving closer to my nylon covered pussy my pulse quickens.
"DaChe, your panties are damp" he says with a snicker as he rubs the nylon
panties against my now swollen pussy lips. The sensations I feel are very
pleasurable and I spread my legs wider apart to allow him more access to the
moist panties covering my pussy.
I blush intensely as he commands, "pull off your panties and hand them to me".
I comply by leaning to one side raising first one cheek then the other as I
slide the panties off my ass. Down my legs come the panties to my knees which
are parted. I hold the panties as I withdraw one leg then I let the panties
slide down the other leg to my foot which I lift up so Mr. Martin can remove
them. He takes the now damp panties in his hands and caresses them. He puts
them to his face and sniffs the crotch which is damp and still holds the aroma
from the earlier episode.
"Pull your skirt to your waist and spread your legs apart as far as you can."
With my naked cunt fully exposed to his view I feel the same urge to touch
myself that I felt earlier. I watch through my widely spread legs as he
reaches down, unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, and pulls the pants and
underwear down to his ankles. I never saw a man's swollen cock before and I
could not take my eyes from it. He wrapped one hand around his cock and
started stroking it up and down. His other hand ran slowly up my leg until his
fingers brushed my pussy. I jumped at his touch. I felt his finger travel up
and down my tiny slit.
He smiles as he directs me, "lay sideways on the desk with your head down here
by me and your feet over there." Following his request, I turn sideways on
the top of the desk and lay sideways on the edge. I slide down until my head
is in the middle of the desk and my legs dangling off the side. He tilts my
head sideways towards him and, as he stands up, his hard cock is right even
with my face. I see the red swollen head of his dick with the purple veins
bulging out. He reaches down, raises my skirt to my waist, parts my legs with
his hand, and gently rubs my soaking wet cunt.
"Reach out and touch my cock" he says and I am surprised at how firm and smooth
it feels. He moves closer to my face and I see a drop of moisture form at the
end of his cock. "Open your mouth" he commands huskily and I comply. He rubs
my now wet pussy harder as he inserts his cock into my mouth. Instinctively I
close my lips and suck on his turgid member tasting the slightly salty liquid
oozing from his cock end.
"Oh yes, your mouth feels so good" he moans as he begins to undulate his hips
causing his cock to move back and forth in my mouth. He inserts one of his
fingers in my cunt and twirls it around. I respond by thrusting my hips
against his penetrating fingers as I feel the warmth rise again in my loins as
I eagerly suck on his cock moving within my mouth.
"Put your hand on my balls" he gasps "and squeeze them gently." I feel them
swell slightly as his movements become more frantic.
"Move your tongue over the bottom of my cock" he directs and moans, "OOOHH that
feels so good!" as I comply to his directions.
"Now" he blurts "this is what happened to that boy. Oh fuck I'm coming!" He
lunges with his cock deep in my throat and I feel it throb. A warm salty
fluid fills my mouth and throat as he moans loudly and I swallow rapidly to
keep from choking. At that moment my pussy explodes with a much stronger
feeling then earlier and I again sink weightlessly into the warm pool barely
conscience of Mr. Martin's cock still moving about within my mouth......
"Miss Waye, Miss Waye, are you all right?" I hear Francis ask with anxiety.
"Yes Francis" I reply with an unsteady voice. The intensity of the memory
leaves me shaken with a wetness between my legs. "I was just startled by this
picture" I lie, "I didn't think a nice boy like you would be carrying a
picture like this around."
"Gee Miss Waye, I didn't mean to startle you but I don't think this picture is
bad. I think it's a good picture and doesn't show anymore than a bathing suit
shows. Besides she is a nice looking lady but I bet your legs are better than
hers. Here's some others I took around school."
I took the pictures from his hand and immediately recognized some of the girls
from my classes. The first few were of some of the cheerleaders during
practice doing a high kick. Their legs were stretched out fully and their
panties were plainly visible, pressing tightly against their young pussies.
The next few didn't show the girls faces, since Francis had obviously taken
them while hiding next to the open stairway at the end of the hall. They were
all taken looking up the skirts of girls going up the stairs. Most of the
girls wore pantyhose, and from the angle they were taken you could see all the
way up to their crotch. A few showed girls wearing only panties under their
skirts, molded tightly to their young asses.
"Someone your age shouldn't be interested in looking at women's legs and
underwear" I again lie as I recall the boy from study hall. Then I realize
that Francis looks very much like the boy I remember from study hall and feel
a flush come over me.
"What can I do to get you back interested in completing this assignment?" I
quickly ask in an effort to hide my embarrassment. "You need some incentive to
get your attention back to work."
"I'll make a deal with you Miss Waye" Francis replies. "I'll finish this
assignment for you if you'll promise to pose for some pictures for me" Francis
adds with an enthusiasm I have not seen in him before.
"Well, Francis you flatter me but I don't think that would be a good idea" I
answer and I see the disappointment in his face. With a feeling that I was
failing at my effort to win over this boy's interest I continue, "but if you
do a good job on this assignment I will let you take a couple of pictures of
me" I quickly add, "but not any like the pictures you showed me!"
"Okay Miss Waye" replies Francis smiling broadly. "You have a deal!"
The next day after class Francis greets me in the hall with a cheerful, "Hi,
Miss Waye. What did you think of the presentation?"
"Francis, you know I was very pleased" I reply. "Yours was the best in the
class."
"Then you won't go back on your deal, will you?" Francis asks with a slightly
worried look on his face.
Determined not to fail with this boy I say "No Francis. I made a promise and I
never go back on promises. Do you want to take the pictures now before I
leave for home?"
"Well Miss Waye, I would like to get some really good pictures and my Uncle has
a studio near where you live and he said I can use it as long as I didn't mess
it up. I want these to be the best pictures ever so could you meet me at the
studio? Its on the corner of Central and South Locus, only a couple of blocks
from your apartment."
"Okay Francis when do you want me to be there" I reply thinking, if I turn him
down I may lose all the ground I gained.
"My Uncle said I could use it anytime after six in the evening so when can you
be there?"
"I have to stop at the store so I can be there tonight about seven-thirty if
that's not too late for you." I answer with an uncomfortable feeling and
wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.
"Okay Miss Waye. I'll see you there tonight. Just knock on the front door and
I'll let you in."
by DaChe and Milto
PART I
I must admit that I faced my appointment with Francis with ambivalent feelings.
On one hand I wanted to preserve the faith that he was beginning to show for
my efforts at helping him academically. On the other hand the thought of being
alone with him and having him take photographs of me was titillating. I felt
the first warm glow of need and I knew my pussy was starting to get a bit
wet.
As the time for our appointment approached I undressed and decided to take a
nice relaxing shower. The spray from the shower played against my body. I
began to soap myself and luxuriated in the creamy feel of the soap against the
sensitive skin of my milky breasts. I felt a warm glow begin to build in my
belly as I gently kneaded first one and then the other mass of yielding flesh.
I know that my breasts are striking. Full rounded globes of soft, flawless,
creamy white skin set off by deep brown nipples that are at least an inch
long.
Almost without thinking I began to twirl my slightly swollen nipples between
my fingers. It felt sooo very nice and the longing in my loins became more
insistent. Almost as if they had a mind of their own, the soapy slick fingers
of one hand dropped between my thighs and began an intimate exploration of my
aroused pussy. I let my fingers trail tantalizingly over the sensitive flesh
of my puffy outer lips. Around and around they made their pleasure provoking
journey. Soft moans began to escape my lips.
I spread my legs even further apart and began to gently massage my swelling
love button. One and then two fingers slipped into my hot sheath while my
thumb circled my aroused clit. I felt the heat building in my belly and my
hips started to hump against my fingers. They swirled against the soft wet
walls of my cunt and I was lost in the insatiable desire for release.
OOOHHHH..NOWWWW I cried and I bucked hard against my fingers and thumb. My
lower body was racked with the spasms of my passionate release. I slowly
regained my composure, finished showering and prepared to dress for my
"modeling" session with Francis.
As I knew that Francis wanted to take provocative leg shots I thought that I
would select some appropriate attire. I searched through my lingerie drawer
and finally selected a lacy black garter belt and very sheer and silky dark
hose. I put these on, enjoying the feel of the sleek nylon as it slid up my
legs. Then I found a pair of very thin black bikini panties and a pair of my
highest heeled black shoes.
I looked at myself approvingly in the mirror. The panties did little to
conceal the pouting lips of my cunt. And the hose and high heels showcased the
sensuous curves of my long tapering legs and full lush thighs. I then selected
a transparent nude colored bra. My full succulent breasts strained against the
thin material. The dark circles of my areolae and the thick brown stalks of my
sensitive nipples were clearly visible. In fact, I thought, the gossamer
transparency only made my full pliant tits more inviting and desirable.
I thought of how Francis might respond to this outfit, and that demanding need
in my crotch began to assert itself again. To complete the ensemble, I put on
a white satiny blouse and a tight black mini skirt. The blouse was open
enough at the neck to allow an ample amount cleavage to be visible and if I
leaned forward the thinly veiled curves of my ample breasts with their
elongated nipples would be clearly visible. The skirt was short enough so that
when I sat down and crossed my legs an enticing amount of my curvaceous thighs
came into instant view.
I knew on one level that I was supposed to be simply motivating a student to
achieve academic excellence. However, the thought of being a cheesecake model
for Francis had ignited a glow in my body that was becoming more and more
demanding. In this frame of mental confusion and physical longing, I put a
light coat over my rather sexy attire and headed for the studio.
I arrived about 7:45. Although there were lights on in the studio the door was
locked. I knocked and Francis appeared from the back of the shop almost
immediately. He looked a bit nervous and awkward when he let me in.
"Gee, I'm glad you really kept your promise Miss Waye", he said. "I was
beginning to think that you wouldn't show up".
"A promise is a promise", I replied. "And you did keep your end of the bargain
so it's only fair that I keep my part. Now if you will show me where we are
going to take these pictures we can complete the arrangement and I can get
back home to do some work"
Francis locked the front door and led me to a studio room in the rear of the
store. It was complete with all of the photographic equipment that I could
possibly imagine. Against one wall of the studio was a rather large velvet
covered couch. Actually it seemed to me that it was more like a day bed than a
couch. I touched it and the material felt very rich and soft.
"Shall we get started?" I asked. And with those words I removed my coat. I
looked at Francis and he was speechless. "Err... ah...you look beautiful" he
stammered. His eyes were riveted on the swell that my tits created as they
pushed against the satiny whiteness of my blouse and by the amount of silk
clad leg that showed beneath my black skirt . His face had become rather
flushed and there was a noticeable bulge of an already aroused cock in his
jeans.
"Where should I sit?", I asked calmly as I was now certain I was in complete
control of this situation. I was also certain, from the wetness seeping out of
my hungry pussy, that I could not let this modeling session end without the
feel of that hard cock trusting deeply inside of me. The thought of seducing
Francis was making me hornier by the minute.
Francis was barely able to speak."Oh..err..on the edge of the sofa would be
just fine" I sat down as directed, put my arms behind me and leaned back. This
position caused my slightly swollen tits to push even harder against the
fabric of my blouse. I knew that the outline of my hardening, dark stalk like
nipples were very apparent. Then I teasingly crossed my legs and allowed the
hem of the miniskirt to slide upward so that the tops of my hose came into
view.
I pushed the skirt up a bit and Francis was treated to the sight of my creamy
lush thighs. Their alabaster whiteness made a stark and exciting contrast
against the blackness of my sheer hose. I thought Francis was going to fall
over. He couldn't take his eyes off of my body and it was obvious that his
tool was as hard as a rock. He made no move to start taking any photos. He
just stood there mesmerized and breathing very hard.
Knowing what effect my lush body must be having on this young boy was driving
my own passion even higher. I could hardly keep my hands away from my love
tunnel which was now literally dripping its sweet juices. I thought back to
that day in the study hall and slowly uncrossed my legs, giving Francis a long
look at my bare inner thighs. I then started swinging my legs open and
closed, just like I had done those years ago. Each swing I opened them a
little further until I was sure that he was able to see all the way up my
skirt to those thin black panties. I watched his hand move to the front of
his jeans to rub the hard lump there, even though I'm sure he wasn't aware
that he was doing it.
"Are you alright, Francis", I asked in a soft voice. He sort of gulped an
inaudible response. "why don't you sit down here beside me for a minute? You
seem to be a bit upset just now". Francis accepted the invitation and sat down
beside me on the sofa. "I thought you had seen a woman's legs before this".
Francis blushed and shifted uncomfortably. The lump between his legs seemed to
be even larger then before.
"No Miss Waye", he finally replied. "The pictures that I showed you the other
day were diferent. The cheerleaders all show their panties all the time so it
was no big deal to take those and the girls on the stairs didn't know that
anyone was taking their picture. The one of the girl holding up her skirt I
photographed from a magazine. I haven't really taken any pictures using a real
model before". "Why don't you call me Karen", I said gently. "At least while
we're here". I took one of his hands in mine. It was almost clammy with sweat.
"Gee you really are nervous Francis. I'm sure that you have been on dates
before. Have you ever kissed a girl?"
"Yeah,,sure I have", he said with just a hint of bravado in his voice, "But
none of them ever looked as beautiful as you do." His eyes dropped to my legs.
My skirt had ridden up enough to show a couple of inches of bare thigh above
my stockings even from this angle and he started to get flustered again.
I was getting so hot and aroused that it was becoming difficult for me keep
control. "Would you like to kiss me, Francis?", I asked. He just sort of
looked at me. His eyes were glazed with the passionate longing that I had
stirred up in him. Francis didn't answer but turned toward me, rather
clumsily put his hand on my shoulder, kissed me very quickly and pulled away.
"Is that how you have been kissing your girl friends?" Francis sort of
nodded. "Wasn't that right", he inquired. "Not quite Francis. Here, let me
show you how to really kiss a girl." With that I put my arms around his lean
body and pulled him against me. My full lips found his and I kissed him long
and hard. I forced my tongue between his lips and Francis' mouth opened a bit.
Instantly, my tongue entered his mouth and began dueling with his tongue. He
pulled me even closer to him and I knew that he could feel the swell of my
lush tits against his chest. He was breathing rather hard and his eyes were
tightly shut.
I put my hand on that inviting lump between his legs and gently rubbed his
throbbing prick. Francis shuddered and a deep throated moan of pleasure
escaped his lips. "Does that feel good?", I asked. "Ohhh Ohhh Miss Way..er
ah..Karen I've never felt this way with a girl..never.." "Do you like the
way my breasts look, Francis?"
"Oh yes", he gasped. "Would you like to touch them?" With
that question Francis lost all control. "Please let me", he pleaded,
"but I really don't know what to do."
"Unbutton my blouse", I instructed. His hands were shaking so hard that I had
to help him accomplish the task. I slipped the satiny garment off and sat
there with my aroused tits and nipples clearly visible through the transparent
material of the bra. I knew the dark brown of my partially hard nipples made
an enticing sight against the creamy whiteness of my swollen ample globes. His
cock gave a perceptible lurch against my probing fingers. I placed his
trembling fingers against one hungry tit. "Gently knead it", I told him.
"Slowly and softly milk them".
Francis began to fondle the soft, pliant yielding breast. Rather clumsily at
first, but with a few minutes he was doing quite a good job of getting them to
swell even more in response to his manipulations. "OHHH Francis, that feels
soooo gooood. Now take your thumb and forefinger and roll my nipple between
them." When he began to massage my long sensitive nipples they instantly
became as hard as stone. The sensations he was providing were running from my
tits directly to my steaming hole. A dark circle of wet must have been
spreading on my black panties. "Ahhhhh", I moaned.."do the other one..Now!"
Francis obeyed without any further urging. A few minute of this stimulation
was all that my breasts could stand. I had to feel his hands directly on my
flesh. I gently removed his hands and a disappointed look appeared on his
face. "Did I do something wrong?", he asked. "OH NO," I replied. "I just
want to feel you touching me without anything in the way", I said
reassuringly. With that I reached back and undid my bra and slowly removed
it. Then I raised my hips and removed my skirt.
He immediately returned to the task of fondling my swollen luscious tits and
rolling my long stony nipples between his fingers. I was going wild with need.
"Kiss me," I said and his lips closed over mine. This time his tongue slipped
into my mouth and swirled around mine. My hand moved betweenmy wide spread
thighs and began massaging my puffy cunt through my panties. Francis stopped
that question Francis lost all control. "Please let me", he pleaded,
"but I really don't know what to do."
"Unbutton my blouse", I instructed. His hands were shaking so hard that I had
to help him accomplish the task. I slipped the satiny garment off and sat
there with my aroused tits and nipples clearly visible through the transparent
material of the bra. I knew the dark brown of my partially hard nipples made
an enticing sight against the creamy whiteness of my swollen ample globes. His
cock gave a perceptible lurch against my probing fingers. I placed his
trembling fingers against one hungry tit. "Gently knead it", I told him.
"Slowly and softly milk them".
Francis began to fondle the soft, pliant yielding breast. Rather clumsily at
first, but with a few minutes he was doing quite a good job of getting them to
swell even more in response to his manipulations. "OHHH Francis, that feels
soooo gooood. Now take your thumb and forefinger and roll my nipple between
them." When he began to massage my long sensitive nipples they instantly
became as hard as stone. The sensations he was providing were running from my
tits directly to my steaming hole. A dark circle of wet must have been
spreading on my black panties. "Ahhhhh", I moaned.."do the other one..Now!"
Francis obeyed without any further urging. A few minute of this stimulation
was all that my breasts could stand. I had to feel his hands directly on my
flesh. I gently removed his hands and a disappointed look appeared on his
face. "Did I do something wrong?", he asked. "OH NO," I replied. "I just
want to feel you touching me without anything in the way", I said
reassuringly. With that I reached back and undid my bra and slowly removed
it. Then I raised my hips and removed my skirt.
He immediately returned to the task of fondling my swollen luscious tits and
rolling my long stony nipples between his fingers. I was going wild with need.
"Kiss me," I said and his lips closed over mine. This time his tongue slipped
into my mouth and swirled around mine. My hand moved betweenmy wide spread
thighs and began massaging my puffy cunt through my panties. Francis stopped
kissing me long enough to watch my hand at work on my pussy. I pulled aside
the soaked crotch of my panties to show him my bare cunt and my finger slid
easily into my hot wet hole. I began to grind my hips against my invading
finger. I knew that if I didn't do something that I would quickly lose control
over the situation.
With a great deal of will power I pulled away from his embrace. "Now Francis",
I said I think it's time that you undressed. After all you have been looking
at my body and I haven't seen yours. Francis looked embarrassed. However, he
was so turned on at this point that I knew he would do whatever was asked of
him. He quickly stood up and removed all of his clothes. At the sight of his
body my love tube began to ooze even more then before. He was lean and very
muscular but my center of focus was his cock. It was fully 9 inches long,
appealingly thick and was as hard as granite. There was a drop of pre-cum
already evident at the tip of its purplely swollen head. I knew that it would
not take very much stimulation for Francis to have his first climax. That was
my plan. As much as I longed to feel that wondrous pole filling my belly, I
knew that I must be patient.
"Lie down beside me", I told him. As soon as he had done so we started to kiss
again. Hotly and passionately. My fingers closed around his thick shaft and I
began to run them up and down its length. So very lightly and teasingly. I
thought the boy was going out of his mind. His body began to hump against my
fingers and he was literally gasping for breath. I knew he could not take very
much more of the stimulation I was giving him.
So after a moment or so I broke our kiss and shifted my body so that my face
was directly over his pulsing tool. Without hesitation my lips closed over the
engorged head and then slipped down to the throbbing shaft. Slowly I moved my
mouth up and down the full length of that wonderful young cock. As I did so my
tongue swirled around it. I could feel the blood pounding in his rock hard
tool. I placed the tips of my fingernails against the sensitive flesh of his
balls and began a tickling movement. Francis was heaving and twisting beneath
me. As I predicted, after only a minute of my oral assault, Francis screamed
out.."OHHHH MYYY GOODDDD I"MMM EXPLODDDINNGGG." With that, his body jack
knifed against me and his prick really did explode. Jet after jet of cum shot
out and I sucked in every sweet drop. Francis twitched several times and then
sort of collapsed backward. "Karen," he sighed, "I never felt anything like
that before..never."
"Did I make you feel good, I asked?" "It was wonderful," he replied. "Then
don't you think you should do the same for me?" I asked? Francis looked at me
with a quizzically innocent expression on his face. "Errr..ahh..I don't know
what you want me to do", he kinda mumbled in embarrassment. "Just do what I
tell you" I said and the thought of the power I had over this vulnerable young
man almost made me cum. "Kiss me Francis", I directed.
In a short time Francis had become a rather proficient kisser. His lips were
mashed against my soft red ones and his tongue was exploring my mouth with
increasing insistency. Without being told he had reached for my aroused
breasts and was sensuously fondling them.
"Kiss them..