on her knees and slinked over to my crotch. My semi-hard penis, foreskin pulled back, lay at an angle against my stomach. Feeling her hot breath against my skin, I found myself easing my hips up toward her, anticipating something . Laughing, she gently kissed my shaft, and then took me in her hand.
"Well," she cooed, "after I teased and flirted with you a bit, and, from what I can recall, gave you one fucking nice look at my ass, you ran out of the classroom."
Turning her head to me, she licked her tongue across her beautiful lips. "When you came back, honey, the hard-on that still showed and the come on your pants gave you away."
"I had come on my pants? Fuck." I tried to remember if I did, but couldn't.
"I don't think anyone else noticed, silly. But I was staring at your cock the whole time we were in class and, well, you ran out, you were gone for a bit, and then you came back all cock-hard, mussed up, and pretty winded."
"And with come on my pants."
"With come on your pants," she laughed, licking the bundle of nerves on the back of my glans. And then, anxiously, in a little-girl voice, "You were fucking me, right? Not some other trifling little ho from class? While you were pumping your dick in the bathroom--assuming you went to the bathroom--in your mind you were fucking me ?"
"Oh, no," I said, shaking my head.
"What?" She slapped the head of my cock with her hand. The long, French-manicured nails dug in to my sensitive skin, making me wince and spasm in pain-pleasure.
I rubbed her neck gently and blew her an apologetic kiss. I could feel her fingers closing more tightly around my shaft and then, slowly, gently, she began to pull on me. "Oh, it was you, angel," I explained. "It was definitely you. But we weren't fucking."
"No?"
I leaned my head back on the bed and listened to her sloppy hand job for a few seconds. Then I continued, "I was eating your pussy and your asshole. Sucking your holes, shoving my tongue up inside you. Licking. Biting. Just attacking you, you know? As if I were starving, or dying of thirst. I just had to eat you."
"Hmmmm," she cooed. She increased the rhythm of her pumping on my cock. "You nasty, nasty man."
"Speaking of who's nasty... "
"Hmmmmm." Bending her head forward, she encircled the head of my cock with her lips, still pumping the shaft with her hand. Every time she pulled back on my shaft, my urethra winked open, and she'd flick the tip of her tongue around it and into it.
I gasped with pleasure. Steeling my nerves, I continued speaking, despite the exquisite pleasure building in my crotch. "Why," I sighed, "did you masturbate in class?"
"Oh, that," she laughed.
"Yeah. Christ, Sonia, it was hot. But in the middle of class?"
"I had to do something to get your attention."
"If you only knew! You already had my attention. In spades. You're all I could think of. Hell, right now, you're all I can think of."
"Maybe." She focused on the head of my cock again, this time with her hand. She closed her fingers into a fist around my glans and squeezed hard, pumping heavily in short, fast jabs. My cock felt ready to explode. I arched my hips toward her, straining to meet her thrusts. She smiled and licked her lips and seemed to savor the control she wielded over me.
"We'd been flirting like crazy for what, a month? Six weeks? Anyways, Coop, I had to do something. We weren't getting anywhere."
"I was taking my time."
"No lie. But anything could've happened. You could've met someone else, or I could've had to leave."
"Leave?"
"No. I mean, who knows? We can't predict the future. I needed to know if this was real. Besides, I can only shove so many cucumbers up my pussy, thinking about you, before I need you . You know? The real thing. It was time to show you where my head was at."
I inhaled a gasp of air and strained my body. "Well, it worked."
The orgasm welling up inside me reached critical mass. Feeling my cock twitch, Sonia lowered her head to my sex. She opened her mouth and
"Well," she cooed, "after I teased and flirted with you a bit, and, from what I can recall, gave you one fucking nice look at my ass, you ran out of the classroom."
Turning her head to me, she licked her tongue across her beautiful lips. "When you came back, honey, the hard-on that still showed and the come on your pants gave you away."
"I had come on my pants? Fuck." I tried to remember if I did, but couldn't.
"I don't think anyone else noticed, silly. But I was staring at your cock the whole time we were in class and, well, you ran out, you were gone for a bit, and then you came back all cock-hard, mussed up, and pretty winded."
"And with come on my pants."
"With come on your pants," she laughed, licking the bundle of nerves on the back of my glans. And then, anxiously, in a little-girl voice, "You were fucking me, right? Not some other trifling little ho from class? While you were pumping your dick in the bathroom--assuming you went to the bathroom--in your mind you were fucking me ?"
"Oh, no," I said, shaking my head.
"What?" She slapped the head of my cock with her hand. The long, French-manicured nails dug in to my sensitive skin, making me wince and spasm in pain-pleasure.
I rubbed her neck gently and blew her an apologetic kiss. I could feel her fingers closing more tightly around my shaft and then, slowly, gently, she began to pull on me. "Oh, it was you, angel," I explained. "It was definitely you. But we weren't fucking."
"No?"
I leaned my head back on the bed and listened to her sloppy hand job for a few seconds. Then I continued, "I was eating your pussy and your asshole. Sucking your holes, shoving my tongue up inside you. Licking. Biting. Just attacking you, you know? As if I were starving, or dying of thirst. I just had to eat you."
"Hmmmm," she cooed. She increased the rhythm of her pumping on my cock. "You nasty, nasty man."
"Speaking of who's nasty... "
"Hmmmmm." Bending her head forward, she encircled the head of my cock with her lips, still pumping the shaft with her hand. Every time she pulled back on my shaft, my urethra winked open, and she'd flick the tip of her tongue around it and into it.
I gasped with pleasure. Steeling my nerves, I continued speaking, despite the exquisite pleasure building in my crotch. "Why," I sighed, "did you masturbate in class?"
"Oh, that," she laughed.
"Yeah. Christ, Sonia, it was hot. But in the middle of class?"
"I had to do something to get your attention."
"If you only knew! You already had my attention. In spades. You're all I could think of. Hell, right now, you're all I can think of."
"Maybe." She focused on the head of my cock again, this time with her hand. She closed her fingers into a fist around my glans and squeezed hard, pumping heavily in short, fast jabs. My cock felt ready to explode. I arched my hips toward her, straining to meet her thrusts. She smiled and licked her lips and seemed to savor the control she wielded over me.
"We'd been flirting like crazy for what, a month? Six weeks? Anyways, Coop, I had to do something. We weren't getting anywhere."
"I was taking my time."
"No lie. But anything could've happened. You could've met someone else, or I could've had to leave."
"Leave?"
"No. I mean, who knows? We can't predict the future. I needed to know if this was real. Besides, I can only shove so many cucumbers up my pussy, thinking about you, before I need you . You know? The real thing. It was time to show you where my head was at."
I inhaled a gasp of air and strained my body. "Well, it worked."
The orgasm welling up inside me reached critical mass. Feeling my cock twitch, Sonia lowered her head to my sex. She opened her mouth and
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