Further Adventures With Older Ladies
Copyright© 2022 by Zak
Chapter 9
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 9 - These are my further adventures with older ladies ( and some not so old). I recommend you read my adventures with old ladies before you read this story.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Mult Teenagers Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual True Story School Incest Sister Aunt Orgy Interracial White Male White Female Oriental Female Indian Female Analingus First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Spitting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism BBW Big Breasts Revenge Violence
We lay in each other’s arms for around half an hour. I was enjoying the closeness, the intimacy. Then Laura kissed me and our hands started to wander, to touch, to feel...
“Right then, young man, it’s your turn to have some fun, I think!” she said with a smile that made my knees buckle and my heart race.
“I like the sound of that,” I said, and that was a significant understatement. I was eager to bury my cock deep inside her. Watching her fucking herself with a toy had left me as horny as a bag of rabbits.
“How about you come up here and wank that big, hard cock of yours for me,” she purred. Her eyes twinkled as she said it.
How could I say no to such a great offer?? I had wanked so many times thinking about fucking Miss Elliot, and now I had the chance to wank with her in the room.
I shuffled up the bed until I was kneeling next to her head. She took my hand and spat on it; it was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. I rubbed her saliva onto the shaft of my cock and then started to slowly stroke my cock, back and forth, back and forth. I pulled my foreskin over my cock’s crown, exposing my mushroom-shaped bell end.
“Your cock looks so lovely!” Laura purred.
She had a smile on her lips and in her eyes that told me she was getting excited by watching me wanking. My cock was throbbing in my hand, and it felt harder than it ever had before. I let out an involuntary groan.
“I bet you have wanked and thought about me a few times!” she giggled, it was as if she had read my mind.
“Many times, as have most of the lads at school!” I groaned as I pumped my cock.
“That’s nice to know!” Laura replied.
The tip of my bell end was inches from her face as I pumped my hand back and forth. Laura had her mouth open and was licking her lips. I could feel her breath wafting over my exposed bell end.
My hand was gripping my cock now, pumping it nice and slowly. It was so sexy to see her eyes glued to my cock as I wanked it back and forth. I was wanking nice and slowly. Each movement was deliberate. As I reached the tip of my cock, I gave it a nice twist.
I could hear myself moaning and groaning as I worked on my dick. I knew it would not take long, watching Laura playing with herself had turned me on so much my balls were already boiling.
I increased the speed even though I knew it was not a good idea; it felt like my body was ignoring my brain.
“Just take your time, Zak, enjoy the moment!” Laura sighed,” It will feel nicer if you slow down!”
I slowed down, took my time, stroked my dick with long, languid movements. Laura. She was right, it did feel better. I took my time; the look on Laura’s face told me she was loving me masturbating over her face.
“Mmmmmm, that is so sexy. So sexy. Fucking sexy...” Laura purred as I tugged on my todger.
Back and forth, I slid my hand; the pressure in my balls was building.
“I am going to cum, Laura, I need to cum!” I groaned.
“No, please don’t cum until I tell you, do you hear me, Zak?” she moaned.
“Yes, Miss Elliot”, I replied, and at the same time, I felt that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach. The fact that I had used her school name made her eyes open wider, and her face was full of excitement.
My hand had a mind of its own, back and forth it stroked, back and forth. Nice and slow, nice and steady.
My moans and groans matched Laura’s. They echoed around the room.
“Oh, fuck I am not sure I can hold back,” I growled.
“You will wait until I am ready, and then you will paint my face with your cum,” she growled back.
I slowed my actions, trying to make the feelings and the sensation last longer.
Laura was growling, and her groans seemed to drown out my moans. I glanced down and saw she was fingering herself as she watched me wank. I watched as she thrust three fingers in and out of her very wet cunt.
Back and forth I stroked, nice and slow. My eyes were glued to her fingers for a few seconds.
“Oh, Laura, I cannot ... I cannot hold back!” I stuttered.
“Ten more seconds, Zak, my love, just ten more seconds,” she purred, “and don’t stop wanking, wank that gorgeous big cock for me.”
Then she started to count down.
“Ten!”
“Nine!”
“Eight!”
“Seven!”
“Six!”
All the time she was counting, I was wanking, the pain was amazing, the pain turned to pleasure, and the pleasure washed over me.
“Five!”
“Four!”
“Three!”
“Two!”
“One!”
As she said it, my cock jerked in my hand, and the first rope of my cum hit her square in the face. The second string hit her in the nose, and the third hit her forehead. My white sticky seed dripped off her nose as she licked her lips.
The fourth sprayed over her mouth, and she giggled and licked up as much of my jizz as she could. She used her index finger to scoop it up off her cheeks and forehead and sucked the spunk off like a kid licking a lollipop.
“You are one horny little fucker!” she giggled.
I loved it when the prim and proper Miss Elliott swore almost as much as I liked her stroking my cock, which she had just started to do.
“Right, young man, I need to wash my face and I need a cold drink,” she said, rolled across the bed, and stood up. “Would you prefer a Coke or water?”
“May I have water, please?” I asked.
“You may indeed,” she said with a smile and walked out of the room as naked as the day she was born. I lay on the bed and wondered what fun she had planned for the rest of the afternoon.
She came back ten minutes later with two bottles of water and a face that was no longer covered in my seed. She passed me a bottle of water and lay down beside me.
“So, when I asked if you had wanked thinking about me, did you really!” she asked between sips of water.
“OH fuck me, yes ... quite often!” I said with a smile and cheeky wink.
“And you think some of the other lads did as well?” she asked. I was not sure if she would think about the idea of being wanked over by a bunch of school kids as a nice or nasty thing. Then again, she had one in her bed, so that sort of answered my question.
“Oh, I know some of the others did, we once had a chat in the library about which members of staff we would shag, and you were in everyone’s top five, including some of the girls!” I told her.
“Wow, I would not have seen that coming!” She smiled and then laughed at her own little joke.
“So, who was in your top five?” she asked, and at the same time started to stroke my chest.
“Well, there was you, at number one of course!” I told her.
“Well, of course,” she giggled,” and who else?”
“Mrs Osbourne!”
“Oh, the French teacher! Oh la la!” she giggled in a French accent.
“Then I guess Mrs Marks!”
Mrs Marks was one of the English teachers. She was very petite, but she had a massive pair of tits.
“Oh, I can think of a couple of reasons you might like her!” Laura smiled.
“Miss Brown, but all the girls think she might be into girls, not boys!” I said, checking the words I used.
“And they would be right; she lives with Miss Emery!” Laura told me, and her fingers traced a pattern around one of my nipples.
Miss Emery was a games teacher and also the netball coach.
“Well, that’s my top five buggered, as Miss Emery was also on my list!” I laughed.
“Well, they are all very sexy ladies to be fair, and I am sure that Mrs Marks and Mrs Osbourne would be more than happy to spend some time with you!”
“As if...!”
“Well, I know Mrs Marks has been divorced for three years, shall I put in a good word for you?” she asked and then licked my nipples.
I was not sure what to say, how to reply.
“I am serious, we are good friends and friends talk, think about it, I am sure she would be a lot of fun!” Laura smiled.
It made me wonder if the teachers had top five lists of the kids they would like to fuck like the kids did. I also wondered how friendly Laura and Miss Marks really were, I was wondering about asking when Laura changed the subject. She turned away and picked up her drink. I did the same.
“So, you liked my little toy show?” she asked between sips of water.
I unscrewed my bottle and took a long swig.
“Yes, it was amazing, the tension, the anticipation, wow, it was bloody amazing,” I told her and took another swig of the cool water.
“Well, I am glad you liked it, it’s something I like, and as I said, Mary and I would often masturbate for each other,” she said, and there was sadness in her voice.
“You miss her?” I said, already knowing the answer.
“Yes, I miss her very much!” she said and stroked my leg, “We had a long relationship both sexually and as friends. She made me smile, and I hope I did the same for her.”
“She was a kind and caring lady and a great teacher,” I said and took another swig of water.
“She was very fond of you; she talked about you a lot after you went to your aunt’s farm!” Laura told me. That made me smile.
“I didn’t want to go, I wanted to stay at home and enjoy a summer with Mary, but my parents didn’t give me any option,” I said, reaching for Laura’s hand.
We held hands in silence for half an hour. I guess we both just lay there with thoughts of Mary rattling around our heads.
“There is something you need to know, but you need to keep it a secret,” Laura said, breaking the silence.
I was not sure what to say, so I didn’t say anything
“I have been wondering when the right time to tell you would be,” she said, and the smile left her face.
“Okay,” I said, wondering where this was going.
“I am leaving the school, I have a sister in Wales, she is not well and needs my help,” Laura said. The sadness was evident in her voice.
“I have a good pension, and the money that Mary left me will help,” she continued.
I contemplated what she had said for a few seconds.
“So, when do you leave?” I asked.
“The school, in two weeks, and I will leave here when the house is sold,” she said and squeezed my hand.
“Okay!” I said.
“Are you angry with me?” she asked, her hand reaching for mine. I held it tight.
“Of course not, family comes first, and if your sister is ill, you should be with her!” I said, trying to sound as adult as I could, even though I was more than a little gutted.
“I wanted you to know, and I did not want you to see the for-sale board and wonder what was going on,” she continued.
In my head, I was thinking about what was going on. I get to play with Mary, and she goes and dies, then Laura takes me under her wing, and she has to bugger off to Wales.
Well, at least I had two more weeks of fun, at least. Plus, I still had Siobhan to play with, and I was sure she would turn out to be an adventurous lover.
“Thank you for telling me, Laura,” I replied. At the same time, I wondered if I should ask her to put in a good word for me with Mrs Marks.
“And we still have time for some more fun,” Laura said, “and talking about fun, I would love you to eat my pussy, if you still want to?”
I did not need to be sent a written invitation. I knelt up and kissed her, our tongues met, and we snogged for a few minutes. Then she pushed me away and lay back on the bed.
I shuffled down so I was kneeling beside her, and then I dipped my head between her open thighs and covered her pussy in little kisses. I used my tongue to explore the folds and creases of her pussy.
“Oh, that feels so nice!” Laura purred.
I worked my tongue all over her very wet pussy, lapping up and down; she tasted divine. I used my fingers to part her petals, and I was soon licking the soft pink flesh of her cunt.
She tasted divine ... Laura was moaning and groaning as I worked my tongue up and down her crease. When I got to the top, I gave her clit a few tongue swipes before working my tongue deep into her tunnel of love.
“Mmmmmm that’s it ... that’s it...!” She purred as I slowly tongue fucked her. The excitement oozed from her; her juice was thick and tasty, and I lapped up and drank down as much as I could.
“Oh boy, you have such a great tongue!” she sighed.
I looked up and smiled at her. I sucked on the tips of my fingers and pressed them onto her clit, and at the same time, I returned my face to her pussy and started to lap at her pink, juicy flesh.
I started to strum her clit in a nice, slow circular motion. I felt her hand cupping my balls, fondling them gently. I felt her nails trace patterns over the tight skin of my ball bag.
“Mmmmmm ... fuck me, that feels so good, Zak, you are very good at that, very good indeed!” she moaned, “I have slept with women who didn’t lick a pussy as well as you!”
I didn’t answer, I just went about my work. I was soon licking and lapping at her pussy with wild abandon.
“Oh fuck me, that feels so good!” Luara growled as I slipped my tongue around her clit, and I slid two digits into her pussy.
I loved that she was so vocal. I had had a lot of experience for a lad of my age, but it was still nice to know that what I was doing was having the desired effect.
Having a vocal lover like Laura helped...
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