I have small breasts and teensy nipples but with the right guy all he has to do is look at them and I cum.

Mr. Gibbons, the music teacher, with his frazzly beard and cute mustache was the right guy. He took me to a motel out by the airport. The Kozy Winks. It wasn’t as seedy as you might think. We had a great view of the brick wall across the way, and about every five minutes the room roared and the walls shivered with jet planes taking off. But the bed was okay, with a firm mattress and a bedspread that looked almost clean.

Mr. Gibbons had some wine along, which we drank from the plastic cups in the bathroom. Actually there was only one plastic cup, but we shared. It was pretty good wine, not that I know a lot about wine, but it wasn’t sickly sweet and it didn’t taste like it had dirt in it. It tasted like Mr. Gibbons’ tongue when we kissed. He was a good kisser, maybe because his instrument is the oboe. An oboe is like a clarinet except harder to play, according to Mr. Gibbons. “Are you hard to play?” I asked him, while fingering his cock through his trousers, and he said something like maybe we should find out. Then we kissed some more and had some more wine and then I unzipped him and sucked his cock. It was a nice cock, not too big and not too small, and I was starting to get wet thinking about what it would feel like in my pussy.

Part of me wanted to make Mr. Gibbons come in my mouth, but I wasn’t sure if he’d be able to go again in time for me to be home for dinner. I was still thinking about it when Mr. Gibbons came in my mouth. Well that answers that I said to myself while trying to swallow as much as I could. And then I was thinking maybe cum would go better with white wine and then I thought maybe I wouldn’t need dinner, ha ha.

“Darling girl,” Mr. Gibbons kept saying, stroking my hair while I kept sucking him. “Darling girl.” I liked that so I kept on sucking and after a while Mr. Gibbons’ dick, which had gotten a little soft, stiffened up again.

“Would you like to fuck me now?” I asked him.

“Very much,” he said, “but I think you took just about everything out of me.”

I gave him a pretend frown, and he said, “Okay maybe we could try.”

He lay back on the bed and I got on top of him and his dick went in easy, that’s how wet I was. Sometimes I like it when there’s a bit of resistance, but he felt good. I fucked him for a while, and it was nice. Whenever the airplanes weren’t taking off I could hear the slurpy sounds of his cock in my cunt. I knew I couldn’t come this way, or at least I never had before. “Do you think you could suck my tits while we did this?” I asked him.

Mr. Gibbons sat up, and with his dick still in me, he managed to put his lips around my nipple. “Yes, suck hard,” I said, and I pulled his head against me, and I could feel his tongue on my nipple and then his teeth. That did it. His teeth and his trilling tongue. I probably screamed loud enough to drown out the airplanes. When it was over, Mr. Gibbons said, “Wow, if our wine glass was glass I’m sure you would have shattered it to a million pieces.”