“And it’s a very tight pussy too,” I whisper almost sheepishly as my knees seemingly bend themselves on their own as if obeying the orders from his swollen member.
For some reason it’s the voice of sweet old Mrs. Jenkins that I’m hearing now as I’m about to do the unthinkable, and all the times she’s said that I remind her so much of a character in a children’s movie almost makes me want to chuckle. If only she could see me now, and even though I was taken aback the first time she likened me to the painfully shy Miss Honey I soon had to accept after watching the doe like actress play her role so masterfully again and again that in so many ways I am just like her. Isn’t it funny that whenever we hear our own voice’s on a recorder for the first time how startled we are because of the way our own perception of how we think we sound is so different from reality, and when I first watched that poor tortured creature my heart ached because I could see why I was so likened to her. But of course no one would dare suspect just how hot the passion is that burns between my legs, and once I become aroused there’s just no satisfying me.
“Just like Miss Honey’s,” I hear Ryan saying as though he’s able to read my mind now.
Somewhere deep inside the depths of my consciousness I hear the screams pleading with me that it’s not too late for me to stop, and as if instinctively knowing what I’m going through now the feeling of a hand on the back of my head gently encouraging me to make that final break with all the moral codes I’ve ever known is exactly what I need from him right now. We both have to want this if it is truly going to work, and as I open my mouth and allow my tongue to scrape the tiny drops of pre-cum out of the slit on the top of his swollen head I feel a shiver beginning to surge throughout his body. Isn’t this what every teenage boy dreams about before they drift off to sleep? And whether it’s his mother or sister who steals into his room to pleasure him and give that heavenly release that only comes with a pair of lips riding up and down his erect member.
“OH God,” I hear him moan as I wrap my hand around him and begin to search for that magical rhythm that will make him fill my cheeks with his salty nectar.
“This Sunday when you look up at me singing in the choir I’m going to be completely naked under the robes thinking about doing this as soon as we get home,” I whisper as I feel myself losing any of the inhibitions that will hold me back from enjoying myself now.
I can tell he’s already on the verge of ejaculating, and as much as this would be the death knell for a night of passion like my friends tell me about their lovemaking with their husbands for me this is just getting the first of at least a few more before the night finally ends for us. Resiliency at his age is just so amazing, and I remember how Jack and I would go for hours sometimes as I methodically drained him again and again with so little ease. I wonder how that poor wretch on the island stranded with a husband and four horny boys managed to divide her time between all of them, and even more shockingly did she let them watch as she turned them into men? It’s just too late for me not to become the slut that will do things to this cock that I’m sure he’s only seen in videos, and as much as Amy Schafer may have shown her pussy to him I doubt she really knew how to use it to its fullest potential yet. After all she’s still only a kid, and it takes plenty of practice to be able to milk these beasts before you can honestly say you truly know what you are doing.