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Miss McNeil reached for me so suddenly that it startled me, and I barked “Hey!” as I cowered back away from her hands.

Her hands stopped immediately and she looked pleadingly into my eyes.

I recovered from the momentary surprise and asked, “You want to touch it?”

She nodded and then moved her hands to grab my own. And then before I could react, she pulled my hands to her breasts, planting my palms against each large orb where my fingers reflexively clamped down.

“Oh, shit!” I gasped as I felt my first ever pair of naked tits. And then when Miss McNeil reached forward and grasped my cock with both of her hands, I groaned and grunted, “Oh, shit!” again.

My mind was racing. ‘She’s touching me! A pretty girl is touching me! I’m touching her tits! I’m touching her tits! And she’s touching my dick! Holy SHIT!’

Her tongue snaked out along her upper lip once again, and this time, I didn’t even twitch before Miss McNeil ducked her head and clamped her lips around my cock. I felt the sudden wet warmth as her mouth surrounded my sensitive head while she hummed a loud and happy “Hmmm!” And then I felt the powerful vacuum of air moving inside her mouth as she began sucking.

‘Holy SHIT!!!’

I groaned instinctively as my ab muscles suddenly began twitching, and then I felt a sudden, wonderful, heavenly relief exploding through my body as my hips reflexively jerked upwards, shoving an extra inch of cock into Miss McNeil’s mouth. And then I started cumming.

I knew what an ejaculation was. Hey, I was sixteen. I’d masturbated a hundred thousand times already. But this was no mere ejaculation. This… this was AMAZING!

I grunted “Miss McNeil!” as my hands reflexively squeezed and then I felt myself pouring out my cum into her mouth. Her head jerked when she felt the first splash against her throat and then she was swallowing rapidly, the contractions in her mouth only heightening my orgasm as I continued to spurt and spurt and spurt. She moaned through her nose as I filled her with more semen the moment she swallowed the last batch, and as my butt sagged back down to the toilet seat cover I felt her right hand jacking me to coax even more spunk out of my balls.

It felt like I was cumming for hours. It felt so exquisitely good that I never wanted it to stop, and every time I thought I’d squeezed out my last shot, her nimble fingers pulled another one out of me.

Alas, all good things must come to an end.

I let out one last grunt and pushed out one last dribble of jism. Miss McNeil popped off my cock and then leaned down to swipe that last glob off my tip with her tongue, and then she sat back on the step-stool, panting softly with a deeply satisfied expression on her face. Her eyelids drooped. Her lower jaw hung open, and yet she was obviously smiling.

“Oh, that tasted wonderful,” she sighed contentedly.

We were both silent for a long few minutes. I sagged against the toilet basin, completely in disbelief at what had just happened. Did Miss McNeil really just give me a blowjob? Had I really just cum in her mouth? Did she really just swallow every single drop like the porn stars in dad’s videotapes?

It felt like forever before Miss McNeil spoke. I’d seemingly gotten over my disbelief rather quickly as I got myself absorbed in ogling her bare breasts again. I didn’t know if I would ever get to see her tits after today, so I wanted to soak up every moment I could. I would have put my hands on them again if I was sure it wouldn’t earn me a slap in the face and have her quickly put her robe back on.

There had been a gleam in Miss McNeil’s eyes for the entire time we’d been in the bathroom. But now, that gleam started to fade away and all of a sudden, Miss McNeil was looking at me like I was a terrifying stranger sitting half-naked in her bathroom. She bit her lip and then looked down at her own nakedness. That pink blush came into her skin again and then in embarrassment, she suddenly covered her chest with her arms.

“Ben?” She asked as if she wasn’t sure of my name. Her gaze was fixed onto the wall behind me.

“Yeah, Miss McNeil?”

“Did I just… did we…?” Her face screwed up in confusion.

“Uh… yeah…”

“You won’t tell your mother, will you?”

I shook my head. There were a lot of things I kept from my mom. Anything having to do with sex was at the top of that list. Besides, there was no way my mom would believe me anyways.

“Good. Uh… you should probably put your clothes back on.”

“Right, right.” I quickly pulled up my shorts and Miss McNeil was already hunting around for her bra. She found her shirt, but the bra had somehow scooted next to me on the toilet. I reached down to pick it up and couldn’t help but notice the tag reading: 34C.

She quickly snatched it out of my hands and then began putting her breasts away, taking away the heavenly view. Once I got myself fixed up, I just sat there on the toilet seat cover and watched her put her shirt and robe back on.

Miss McNeil’s lower jaw quivered as she stood up, and then I stood up as well. In the cramped confines of the bathroom, we were standing just a few inches apart. I pulled myself up to my full height, looking down from three inches (and an eighth) above her.

At first, she wouldn’t look at me. But then, her gaze slowly swept up until her eyes met mine.

Miss McNeil looked so beautiful in that moment. Her green eyes were sparkling. She had a perfect nose and great cheekbones. And I stared at her lips, so full and pink and so recently wrapped around my cock. And then I did the most impulsively aggressive thing I’d ever done in my life. Nice guys didn’t do things like this, but then, I wasn’t REALLY a nice guy inside.

I bent and pressed my lips to hers, planting a fierce kiss borne of instinct on her mouth and pushing hard enough to stumble Miss McNeil off balance so that her back banged up against the wall behind her. And my mouth went with her. So a second later, I was crushing Miss McNeil, this beautiful 28-year-old widow, against the wall as I did my best to devour her mouth with my own while she whimpered and clutched her hands at my shoulders.

It wasn’t my best kissing job. I was wet and slobbery and overly enthusiastic. But this kiss felt as thrilling as the blowjob had been. And from the moan that sounded deep in her throat and the way her hands grasped my back, Miss McNeil didn’t seem to mind.

I could taste my own semen on her breath. I didn’t care. Kissing her just felt too damn good. I would have kissed her for eternity if she’d let me. But after a few minutes, Miss McNeil tapped my shoulder and then pulled her head away, “Stop it, Ben. Stop.”

I didn’t want to stop. I kissed her for another ten seconds before she pulled away.

“Stop!” She rapped her hands on my shoulders repeatedly until I finally stopped pecking my head at hers.

We were both panting hard, our eyes wild as we looked at each other. I wanted to kiss her again so badly… SO badly. I stared hungrily into her eyes, and then Miss McNeil sighed and said, “Okay, one more.”

I was suddenly on her and we were kissing like we’d never stopped. My mind was swept away on a whirlwind of passion and lust and I groaned into our liplock as happy as I’d ever been in my life.

I ruined it then. My hands, which had been wrapped around Miss McNeil’s waist, automatically started moving in different directions. My right hand pushed lower until I was palming her ass. And my left hand started creeping up her belly towards those heavenly breasts once again.

But all girls seem to have a “roaming hands” alert. Miss McNeil pulled away and grabbed my wrists. “No, Ben. No.”

I whined but quieted quickly. I was used to girls defending my hands away from their juicy bits.