At the back of her mind was the thought that this was the first male she'd ever operated on who was possessed of a regular foreskin, and it pleased her, in a quiet way, that there was something else about his cock, apart from its sheer size in that department, to intrigue her. But she didn't want to spend too much time on this occasion in rapturous investigation. In all of her sexual adventures, this one was to be entirely a job of work.
She began to move her soft red lips slithering from side to side about the outer covering of him, at the same time reaching out with her teeth until she could grip him just around the distended slot which her inquisitive tongue had found for her. She now drove her tongue into that slot, narrowing its point and probing as if she were putting a finger into a glove, feeling him give quick little jerks against her right hand. Encouragingly she squeezed his balls delicately with her left. She let the air come whistling in through the sides of her mouth about him and sucked juicily through her own saliva so that the sound would further stimulate him to quick action. Feeling the veins along the length of his cock beginning to stand out from its rubbery flesh, she kept her dainty white teeth close to the dome and pushed her head down, so that the loose skin of his cock-hood rode up against them and was pushed down from the slick surface beneath as neatly as a peeled banana. A riper, more cheesier taste crept into her mouth, a little over-strong, but gamely she pressed on, letting her long tongue lick and lave about his flesh so that the end of his prick floated around her mouth against the restraining guards of her teeth, propelled by the flat of her twisting little taster. In the cup of her left palm she felt his testicles harden and begin to draw themselves up from the bottom of his pouch and so, opening her jaws to their widest extent, she dropped her head downward until she could palpitate her throat muscles about his naked cock-head.
Under the confines of her bra and sweater, Jenner's hands clutched at her breasts as though he were trying to hold a half-dozen of eggs in each, but so much was this an intellectual exercise with Maryon that her nipples were hardly stirred by his clumsy endeavors.
She started to gulp and chew at him, pulling in her cheeks, grinding her lower jaw-bone, using the whole mechanism of her mouth on him like a horse in a hay-bag, using the suction of her strangled throat to draw him off. After a few seconds of hold-back during which she could sense his conscious mind trying to will him not to impregnate the fresh-faced flush-cheeked golden head buried in his belly like a sophomore succubus, his gray-suited ass sank a little lower in his chair and his rampant cock blew off in her as strong as a sounding whale. A thick and viscous scalding stream broke its force fiercely at the back of her throat and she silently gasped and gulped as he involuntarily snatched one hand from her trapped tit and spanned the top of her head so that she was forced to further engulf his dick and swallow his long-pent load. His prick strained and locked and surgingly swelled in the sudden, shock-shriven salivalessness of her mouth and the steady, relentless pumping of his semen-shed stones pulsated between her hand and her chin.
After a while she felt his prick beginning to go limp in her, the hand on her head relaxed, and against her forehead his breathing was radiated through his belly, ragged and uneven. Jerkily, awkwardly, slowly-quickly the history teacher withdrew his other hand from her breast and she sat back on her heels, head down, getting her breath back, holding his laces for support. A quick look at his face showed him to be in horrified shock so, putting her own feelings aside, she thrust herself to her feet, plunked herself down across his legs, threw both arms about his neck, and passionately began to kiss him, making sure that some of his just-spent cum was painted around the inner walls of his mouth to clench the ceremony. She finally managed to drive conscience and caution from him so that he responded to her lavish, lascivious embraces with the unheeding hotness of a horny hermit.
Maryon had won the battle and the war with one masterly stroke and many mistressly ones.
Though in no way did his conduct in the classroom betray it, Jenner was infatuated with this fantasy girl. So surely, indeed, was his secret erotic imagination inflamed that he made no attempt to take their various encounters out of the context of the 'staying-after-school' situation that had started them, for which Maryon gave many thanks. No pretense of 'love'… no shame-faced offers of money, or gifts, or motel-meetings… no brazen 'let-me-take-you-home-and-introduce-you-to-my-wife' or 'I-have-to-attend-a-seminar-up-State-why-don't-you-come-along-with-me' madnesses.
Maryon deliberately catered to his long-frustrated fantasies, play-acting sometimes the role of little-girl-student, sometimes the bizarre mistress of his imagination. Before long she had him perfectly trained to be her perfect lover to her perfected requirements and satisfaction. She made sure, to receive full benefit from his side of their bargain, that whether their fond fornications were frenzied or frivolous, they were inevitably frequent and full of lingering flavor.
She always tried to surprise him, making no commitment in advance as to exactly when their next clandestine cockunted caper would be. Once she shocked him when, waiting till school was out, she went to the rest room, stripped to her boots, put her clothes in a bag, tightly belted her white trench coat about her, then went to him in his room, immediately dropping the coat so that for the first time he saw her completely nude. Pulling him to his feet, she pulled his clothes off, then rubbed and stroked his dick until at last, unable to resist his impulses, he forced her backward across his desk and ravished her against her pretended remonstrances, her boots kicking him wildly on his backside until at last, carried away, she dug her heels into the crack of his fleshy ass and pulled his cock into her gaping loins.
On another long-remembered occasion, she brought to school her old St. Joan's uniform, now at least three sizes too small for her well-developed figure and, changing into this in the rest room, came to him in the guise of a naive, acquiescent and unknowingly nymphomaniacal schoolgirl about to be punished for her supposed sins. The only change she'd made in her former much-accustomed costume was that she'd ripped off for the occasion a pair of Lois' fancy high-heeled black shoes. The straining height these gave her, together with the shortness of her brown, blue-checked skirt, thrust her smooth, creamy, light-tanned legs into unwonted prominence, while her bra-less breasts stretched the sheer, thin silk of her ruffle-fronted blouse until the buttons were about to burst off it, which fact her neat-knotted brown-and-blue striped tie helped to conceal. Her white, ribbed knee stockings now only just covered her calves and the skirt was tight about her hips, forcing her jaunty honeydew melon-halves of ass enticingly together so that, as she walked to his room, Maryon was automanipulated to randy readiness by the satiny overlapping of her inner thighs. Beneath it the brown panties hugged her as close as rinds to fruit and tingled her breathlessly at waist and crotch by the time-tightened tourniquets of elastic. She'd let her silky blonde hair hang down, with a pair of eye-matching blue clips behind her ears to show them off beneath the wide-brimmed hat that now sat back on her head with its strap beneath her chin, and touched up her lips with a Chinese red stick to make of them a harlot's parody of cherub-like charm. Her blue blazer necessarily unbuttoned, she stood before her Master in simulated submission.
Occasionally she had to step aside from her role so as to guide him in his poverty of perversion. For instance it was only when she remembered her initiation rites and the pleasure that she received from her spanking that she re-realized the pleasure it must afford to the spanker, and so was able to suggest to Jenner that this might be a suitable 'punishment' for her as a wrong-doing school-girl. He needed no more than the hint to get him going.