“Mmm… I LOVE doing this…” she moaned around my cock with her eyes closed. Miss McNeil seemed to be savoring my dick as if it were the most wonderful food she had ever tasted, and I felt her tongue rubbing the underside of my shaft while she slowly moved her head up and down, swallowing my meat until my head nudged against her throat before she pulled back until just the crown was still inside her lips.
It wasn’t that the last time I’d spurted into her mouth didn’t count or anything. But this, THIS was a real blowjob, like in the porn videos.
My mind flicked back to memory of those videos, vividly imprinted on my mind from the few times I’d been alone in the house long enough to find them on the family computer or from my dad’s “borrowed” videotapes I’d smuggled to Kenny’s, where he had his own TV/VCR in his bedroom. I remembered the rapturous expressions on the men as they got sucked off. And subconsciously, I found myself trying to emulate them as I squinted my eyes shut, groaned gutturally, and stroked Miss McNeil’s hair.
“So good, baby,” I groaned. “Suck me. Suck me.”
She moaned in answer and sucked me harder. And this time, even though it had only been two minutes, nothing was going to stop my explosion.
“Oh Miss McNeil,” I gasped. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum in your mouth!”
“Oh, gimme! Gimme your cum!” she moaned ecstatically when I said that and just started sucking me harder. And when I blew, she was ready for it.
Her right hand squeezed tightly around my shaft and started jacking me upwards, and I felt the air leave my lungs as I literally stopped breathing to cum. My abs contracted, my hips shuddered, and several gobs of jizz flew out of me to splatter inside Miss McNeil’s mouth. She groaned happily and began swallowing me down, and after the first few shots I started gasping for oxygen again while I let her squeeze the rest out of me.
When we were done, I was panting, she was panting, and we both had goofy grins on our faces. But then I realized that I hadn’t even gotten to see her tits this time, although she’d gotten to see my cock fully naked. That wasn’t fair.
I leaned forward and put my hands to her shoulders, fully ready to start stripping her clothes off. I didn’t know if Miss McNeil wanted me to strip her clothes off, but I wanted to see her naked and I was going to start ripping things off her if I needed to.
Miss McNeil misread my intention as I leaned my head towards hers and she sighed happily as my face came within reach. She tilted her face and puckered her lips, and I figured hey, a kiss sounded pretty good, too.
So I covered her mouth with my own, pressing firmly, and this time her tongue popped out and tickled my lips until I opened them for her as our tongues intertwined and we french kissed.
I loved kissing. It was the only thing I’d really gotten to do with other girls before Miss McNeil, and I was told I was pretty good at it. But I also wanted to see Miss McNeil’s tits. So while half of me focused on swapping spit with the beautiful adult woman, my hands kept pushing at her robe so that the bulky material fell off her shoulders and began to slide down her torso. And when I put my hands to her shoulders again, I realized that she wasn’t wearing a shirt or bra.
With a spike of excitement, I popped my eyes open for a look and sure enough, the robe had puddled to the floor and from Miss McNeil’s kneeling position, I could see that she was completely naked save for her panties. Those big tits I had seared into my brain were gloriously naked for my viewing pleasure.
And this time, I wasn’t going to stop at just touching them.
With a burst of energy, I sprung off the toilet and practically tackled Miss McNeil, who shrieked and twisted as she began falling to the side. Her body was falling away from me, so I grabbed her sides and then pinned her against me long enough to grab the house robe and spread it out just far enough to make a makeshift blanket, and then I lowered Miss McNeil’s naked back onto it.
“Ben? What are you—?” she began before I cut her off with another kiss. Miss McNeil just moaned and then clutched me to her before I pulled my lips away from hers, moved down a foot, and then immediately latched onto her right nipple with my mouth.
“Ohhh…” Miss McNeil moaned as I began vigorously suckling at her teat, and her hands came up to clutch my head to her breast. “Ben… Ben…” she whimpered while I suckled.
Meanwhile, my hand went to her other breast to cup and palm and play with the heavy orb to my heart’s content. Miss McNeil shifted as she brought one of her own hands down and I felt the vibration as she began to rub herself quite vigorously somewhere lower down her body.
Curious, I looked over just long enough to see that she’d slipped her hand beneath her panties and she was actually masturbating herself while I sucked on her boob. And energized by the sight, I switched tits and continued sucking away while happily soaking in every pleasurable moment I could. Something this incredible might never happen to me again.
After a few minutes, Miss McNeil’s breathing started to get shorter and shorter, and I felt her entire torso shuddering. Before I realized it, she clutched my head to her chest tightly, her body went rigid, and then she let out a strangled cry of orgasm.
Her hand was working overtime in her crotch and the vibrations from her arm were jarring me, but eventually her cry died out and she slowly released me. She was panting softly, and for the first time in the last ten minutes, my brain slowed down long enough to think clearly.
Here I was, in the house of a beautiful adult woman twelve years older than me. You want to talk out of my league? I was lying on top of a woman so far out of my league that before that fateful afternoon when she’d given me my first blowjob, I’d never even bothered to dream about having sex with her. Sure, I appreciated her body and I stole every glimpse of her tits I could, but I did that for every pretty female who walked across my path, including my own sisters.
But it had never before entered my head that she would do anything remotely sexual with me. I thought about having sex with Megan and Cassidy and my other classmates. I thought about girls like Adrienne, who were gorgeous and showed off their tits and seemed slutty enough that they might consider banging me just for the hell of it. But not Miss McNeil. Even putting aside the age difference, she was just TOO beautiful for someone like me. Her face was a work of art. Her green eyes were captivating. She might have been able to pass for a teenager with the right outfit and hairstyle, but her body had the curves of a full-grown woman, and a VERY nice full-grown woman at that.
What was I? Just a barely-16-year-old virgin dork. Even in my fantasies, the idea of making love to Miss McNeil just seemed TOO far-fetched.
Until now.
Miss McNeil’s eyes were still closed as she panted while lying flat on her back in the afterglow of orgasm. Her firm breasts sagged just a bit under their heavy weight, the still-erect nipples slightly tilted to the sides. Her stomach was taut, neither muscled nor pudgy. And the panties were your basic white cotton, with pastel little flowers sprinkled all over them.
Her legs were gorgeous, flexing beautifully as she stretched and pointed her toes. I ran my hand lovingly along the creamy flesh and then returned my gaze up to her face, where Miss McNeil had a look of fulfilled contentment.
I’d never seen a more beautiful sight in my life.
I was almost hesitant to kiss her, lest I disturb the perfection I saw before me. And yet I couldn’t resist bending over and softly touching my lips to hers. Miss McNeil moaned happily as my tongue once again entered her mouth, and we lay like that just kissing softly for a few minutes while I began to run my hands over her warm body again.