0 comments/ 27669 views/ 10 favorites Adventures with Maria By: Lascivo A junior student in my Advanced Placement English Language & Composition class, Maria became a favorite of mine for many reasons. First and foremost, she enjoyed my class, and made every effort to let me know so (kind words, a nice Christmas letter, an end-of-the-year gift). Not the most gifted student, she worked extremely hard, took all suggestions to heart, and came to every tutorial session. When scores came back the following summer, Maria unexpectedly passed the exam and earned college credit. (It is so satisfying as an educator to see students exceed expectations through their own will power.) I have been fortunate to teach many wonderful and appreciative students, but I might have forgotten Maria had it not been for two things: Her amazing breasts. As a high school teacher, I meet many attractive girls, but--honestly--they are only girls to me. I don't find them sexually appealing. They simply aren't ready. Cute, yes, but not sexy. Maria, though, was different. She had that coy look in her eye--a burning, passionate vivacity. Her smile hinted at untold pleasures that awaited behind closed doors. And she was aggressive: She wanted to turn me on. Other girls might show flesh by accident, or incidentally, but Maria insisted. And I found this terribly exciting. She sat in the front desk of the middle row, by choice: The seat before where I generally stood. The others in her small class of 15 sat towards the back. No one else chose to sit in the front row. There are 180 days in the school year. Maria must have worn a low cut top on at least 160 of them. By low cut, I mean to say that perhaps 50 percent of her firm young breasts were visible. Though extremely busty, she often enhanced her assets with a push-up bra, such that the visible portion heaved out of the top of her dress. No doubt that most outfits violated school dress code, but I gave Maria a daily pass. Her other teachers must have as well, since I had her last period. So there she sat, Monday through Friday, shoulders squeezed inward, leaning lightly forward. Giving me all that I could bear to see. You can't, of course, just look. I had to be stealthy. (Maria certainly didn't care, but there were other students present. I did have a reputation to uphold.) Standing above her desk, reading a passage, I would quickly peer down between pauses. Her eyes would be deep into her book, allowing my glance to linger as long as possible in her full cleavage. Passing out papers, I might accidentally drop one to the floor next to her. As she reached down to help me, I enjoyed the hanging softness created by gravity's pull. But I really didn't need to be so discreet. Working at my desk, Maria would bend over in front of me to ask a question. (She didn't have to bend, but she always did.) She would hold the position throughout my answer, never making eye contact, looking away, permitting me to gaze upon her white young breasts. I realized that we had a game. A quiet, unspoken game. It was exciting to her, and exciting to me. But it was only a game. I never tried for more, though I felt my advances would be welcome. I am just not that kind of person, to take advantage of an adolescent girl's infatuation. With sadness the year ended and I said goodbye. I announced to students that I would be leaving the school to work in another district closer to my home. That I would no longer need to make 60-minute, round-trip commutes. Many students were disappointed, but of course they understood. Maria was one of them. She wrote me a beautiful note, thanking me for all that I had taught her. That fall came and I busied myself with my new surroundings. It generally takes two or three years to establish yourself in a different school, building a reputation among students, fostering positive relations among peers, becoming a known figure in the parent community. One morning I left my room to go down to the mail room. I turned the corner to take the steps and...Maria! She was coming up the steps. I was a bit shocked. It was a school day, and she should have been attending her high school classes 30 miles away. We had no meeting planned, and I hadn't even communicated with her since the end of the previous school year. It was random luck that I came across her. In fact, it was random luck for her that I wasn't teaching a class. I don't remember my words, but I welcomed her, explaining my surprise. With a soft smile, she offered that she didn't have any classes that morning (a lie, I knew) and that she wanted to make her request in person, not through email. My mind, of course, instantly speculated on what this request might me. The answer was mildly disappointing and dull: College recommendation letters. The curse of a secondary teacher. After some small talk about college and plans, we went over what she needed. I was more than happy to write them, but I was disheartened that she wore one of her rare full tops that revealed no skin (although her skirt was excessively tight and her high-heeled shoes were meant to excite). She did give me a quick hug on goodbye--the first time I ever remember touching her. Three weeks later, nearly the exact situation occurred. Again, I was surprised by her sudden appearance, this time after school. She had one more letter and a thank-you card, but I sensed something else troubling her. We hadn't talked more than five minutes before her cell phone rang. Her eyes were wide when she answered. I didn't follow the conversation, but I could tell it was her mother. When she hung up, Maria--without making eye contact--said that she had to go home. She quickly turned and hurried off without saying another word. The moment was strange and awkward. I could tell that something else was going on. I did note, however, that she wore an extremely low-cut blouse. Her breasts were beautiful. Over the next year, Maria emailed a few times. Simple blurbs reminding me that she appreciated all that I had done and had been accepted at one of the Texas schools for which I had written a recommendation. But thereafter, I didn't hear from her again. It is a part of life. I concluded that she had had a crush on me. And I was honored to think that a girl--now a woman--with such an amazing body would find me attractive. It is always a pleasure to hear from former students. I do get several contacts a year from former students who update me on their lives and remind me how much they enjoyed my class. It is these random appreciations that keep me going. Most simply write, but on a rare occasion I might meet one at school or a local coffee shop. I must say that I was excited to recently find this email in by inbox: Mr. Duncan, I am visiting my family next week. If you are not too busy, I would like to see you. More than any other, your class prepared me for college. I don't know if I would have made it without your help. I hope you're not too busy. I can drive to meet you anywhere. Love, Maria ------- (last name removed) Usually, in such situations, I invite the former student to visit me in my classroom at the end of a school day. But I must admit that I hoped Maria still dressed as I remembered and--anticipating that--I decided it best to meet her at a coffee shop. So I sent a polite return email suggesting such a place not far from my school. Please do not think that I expected anything to happen. I am married with two children. The marriage is a functional one, if not a happy one, but I am content with my life. My children are everything to me, and I would never knowingly do anything that would put our relationship in danger. They must sleep under the same roof as I. But Maria.... Well, there are those that tempt even the strongest of us. Upon entering the door, I glanced around the coffee shop. It was more an adult hangout than a student one, but I am characteristically paranoid that people I know are secretly watching me. Teachers are like celebrities. In their community, everywhere they go, people recognize them. There are many people who know me that I wouldn't know by sight. (It's why I drive quite a distance away if I plan a night of drinking.) I didn't recognize anybody. After ordering my usual bold, black coffee (like my soul, I like to joke), I settled down in a comfy chair in an isolated corner. I love modern coffee shops: The pleasing aroma of fresh ground coffee, the soft furniture, the dark mood lighting, the abundance of reading material. Before I knew it, I was relaxed and engrossed in the sports pages, losing all awareness. "Mr. Duncan?" The soft-spoken words, in a light mellifluous voice, aroused me from my readings. I gazed upwards. Maria loomed over me, hands on her hips. She looked stunning. Her body had strong womanly curves, accentuated by her tight-fitting clothing. She wore a pair of heavily washed bluejeans that hugged her wide hips. Her top was a small red blouse, buttoned down the center, stopping just above her navel, baring her lower midriff. A deep line of cleavage burst forth from the dropping V-neck. Her naked arms reflected the tight muscle tone of youth. I was frozen by her sight: She was beautiful. I had difficulty removing my eyes from her abdomen. I had never before seen this part of Maria. This area was not thin and muscular; rather, it was full and firm. Just the way I like it. The fact that her jeans rode low added to the appeal. There are, of course, good reasons why school dress codes restrict the showing of feminine flesh. For us guys, well, it's simply hypnotic. Even the mere hint of forbidden flesh leaps the mind to lusty places. Who knows how I stared at this flesh until Maria broke the spell. "Mind if I sit down?" "Oh, of course, of course. Please forgive my rudeness! I must say you look amazing. You're not the little girl from the front row anymore. It's always surprising to see high school students actually grow up and become real people." For me, those words were unusual. When speaking to female students, I never compliment them on their appearance. I always carry myself with a professional demeanor. But, I had already convinced myself, Maria was no longer a student. As she sat down, I stole a glance at her breasts. It was hard not to. Her red top dipped down between the breasts in a sharp "V." Deep cleavage peeked out. As she swing her shoulders to face me, I saw a generous jiggle. I was most certain that she was not wearing a bra. "So tell me, what have you been up to the past few years?" The small talk began. I will not bore you with the details of her classes, undergraduate degree, first job, and apartment. To put it simply, she did well, got a job in a small design company, and had an apartment in Austin (she had gone to the University of Texas). I listed intently and asked follow up questions with interest. Reassuming a gentlemanly posture, I kept my eyes focused on hers. Of course, to this point, I haven't described her face. Perhaps its the curse of a woman with a great body that her face becomes an afterthought. Maria's? I would have to say plain or average. I know that seems to be a criticism, but it is not. Her face was neither striking nor displeasing. She had high cheekbones, a sloping nose, and full lips (which today bore a deep red lipstick that matched her blouse). Her hair was somewhere between blond and a light brown. It hung to her shoulders, twisting and curly towards the bottom. She looked fine. Not the type of face to grace magazines covers, but certainly the type that a person could fall in love with. What I liked most about Maria's face were her eyes. They were a common brown, but as she gazed at me, they burned with a passionate interest. I felt my own eyes returning the same vibrant energy. Is there nothing more thrilling than a man and a woman who want to be together? I saw in her eyes that she wanted something beyond words. I had already decided: If an opportunity was given, I had to take it. Boldly, I began to test the waters to see if my intuition was right. "Well, I guess that covers the business end," I said. "Now tell me: What about your personal life? I bet an attractive girl like yourself has several boyfriends now, right?" She smiled coyly. "I don't keep boyfriends. Too much commitment. I guess you'd say I like to keep my options open." "Too bad. I feel for those young men who have failed to catch you." "Oh, I let them catch me. They just can't keep me." Her light brown eyes sparked as she said this. I felt a warmth in my groin. The conversation had taken a dramatic turn. We were euphemistically talking about sex. "You do a great service, then, to mankind. A gorgeous woman who willingly shares herself." Extremely risky, I know. But I felt fearless. Her face beamed passionate excitement. "Oh, I wouldn't call it a service. That makes it seem like I'm doing charity work. I always get something in return. You might even say that I'm pretty selfish." She seemed to lean towards me as she spoke. My eyes briefly raced down to glimpse at her cleavage before returning to her gaze. "Selfish? Tell me: What do you get?" I couldn't wait for her response. She paused briefly, then answered with a broad smile: "I get them. For a short time, they're mine. I own them. Control them." "But why don't you keep them then? Put them on your wall? To play with later?" "It's no fun playing with old toys. New ones are more exciting." This was the moment. Things were moving quickly. I chose to set her up so that her response could direct me. "So what kind of toys do you like to play with?" "Well, it depends." No good. I tried again. "If you could pick a toy off the shelf today, what would it be?" "Hmmm," she rolled her eyes upwards in mock serious thought. "I have been looking for something, say, a little older, more mature. Extremely smart, well-dressed. And, well, something that might also be a little naughty to play with. Something once forbidden...." She never looked at me as she said this. But it had to be me. Had to be. I felt a growing nervous excitement. Her voice cracked a few times as well, indicating that perhaps--despite her boldness--she was a bit unsure of my reaction. There was a long pause between us. We didn't look at each other. I groped for the right words. "Uh-oh!" It was Maria. She looked at her watch. "I'm afraid I have to be somewhere by 5:00." My heart sunk. Had I picked up the wrong feelings? Or had we gone too far and she felt the need to escape? Disappointment flooded through me. I felt my entire body shrivel. "I am so sorry, Mr. Duncan. And I had intended to bring you something. I brought you a gift all the way from Austin, something that I'm sure you would like.... I don't know when I can see you again to give it to you." There was something odd about her voice as she spoke. She continued: "I left it at the hotel I'm staying at. It's too far for me to go and get it and then make it to my appointment. I really want to give it to you. The hotel's not far. It's just five miles down the highway. Do you think you could follow me there so that I can give it to you?" It was a bald-faced lie. She couldn't even look at me as she said those words. Her voice cracked with nervousness. The entire premise, of course, was absurd. (Why would she even have a hotel room?) But her wish was clear, and the warm feelings in my loins reignited. I knew what I wanted. Equally the bad actor, I responded: "Oh, sure. I don't mind driving down there. I have some errands I can run near there anyway. Wouldn't be a bother, and I'd love to see this gift. I don't get too many presents!" We looked directly at each other again. I smiled; she smiled. We clarified the location, and she gave me the room number: 243. Awkwardly, we both stood up. I wasn't sure what to say as we walked out of the coffee house. When it became clear that we had parked in different locations, I simply said, "See you in a few minutes!" Getting to my car quickly, I stole one more glance at her. She was walking away from her. Her tight jeans hugged her full, pear-shaped hips. The surreal thought that--within the hour--I would lay my eyes on the flesh beneath that fabric enhanced the dream-like feel. I turned my car on and waited with surprising patience. Maria came around the corner in a mini-van (a dash of reality--she deserved to be in a fancy sports convertible), waving as she passed. I did not follow immediately, deciding that I should give her time to arrive before me. My mind sparked with varying thoughts and emotions: Morally, I felt that there was nothing wrong. Maria would have to be about 22 years old; certainly old enough to make her own decisions. I had been one of her teachers, but that was long ago. I was married and in a committed relationship; I did have young children. This bothered me, but I had been working on these thoughts for many years. I would never leave my family, but I had previously decided that an adventure only for the sake of adventure fit within my moral scope. And I would allow my wife the same. We all need escapes. This experience was about sexual thrills. Nothing more. I had to do it. And, so, with no real hesitations, I left the parking lot and drove to the hotel. Maria had picked a perfect location. The site was perhaps 10 miles from my home territory and set back off the road behind other commercial property. I had no fears of my car being recognized or students from my school mingling nearby. As an extra precaution, I did park behind the building and entered through the back door. There were only two floors, so it took no time to come before Room 243. Taking a few deep breaths, trying to calm rising nerves, I knocked. Maria opened the door immediately, a broad smile upon her lips. "Come in!" she said, as she turned and walked inside. The room was rather dark, with only the lamp beside the bed turned on. It was a simple room: A double-bed, nightstand, bureau, and desk with chair being the only furniture. A sink, counter top, and mirror were on the far end of the room, next to a door that surely opened to the toilet and shower. I did not see any suitcase. It occurred to me that Maria must have been fairly certain that I would follow her here. Clearly, she already had the room. The thought that she wanted this--and planned in advanced--excited me further. When I reached the bed, near where Maria stood, she said to me, "I'm sorry. I thought I brought the gift with me. I must have left it back in Austin. I hope you don't mind if I give you something else." With that, she reached towards me and wrapped her hands behind my neck. Instinctively, I put my own hands on her hips. And so it was to come quickly. Of course, there was really no reason to delay. We were here for a reason. "I don't mind at all," I said. "Spending time with you is a fine gift in itself." Perhaps I should have leaned down and kissed her there, but instead I gazed deeply into her eyes. I felt a broad smile upon my lips, and Maria returned the same. Her light brown eyes sparked with vibrant energy. It was the same face that I had seen so many times in my classroom long ago. Time had changed nothing. There are times when you lose all inhibitions. I was with an extremely beautiful, buxom young lady, who idolized me. For one year she had sat in the front of a classroom fantasizing about me, teasing me. I had apparently never fully left her mind. Now a woman, she had returned to fulfill her fantasy. I doubted that I was the person she dreamed of, but I wanted that body. When would I ever have the chance to touch, to caress, to hold such a soft, full figure? It might be only this one time. I had to do it. She wanted a teacher. I would be her teacher. I would play the role she wanted. Uncharacteristically, I gave directions: Adventures with Maria "I want to see your breasts," I whispered, as authoritatively as I could. I instinctively feared rejection, but her face only glowed with pleasure. A faint redness rose to her cheeks, but she pushed her chest out towards me. Gently, I lowered her down on the bed, such that we both sat on the edge. I took a deep, pleasant sigh and, my hands shaking, reached towards her red blouse. Clearly bra-less, her breasts stretched the fabric, contained only by a series of red buttons. I put my hands on the uppermost and, despite some fumbling, undid it. My eyes were now firmly within her cleavage, but I could sense Maria smiling at my lustiness. After the second button I paused. I reached to the sides and cupped her breasts, pushing them together and up. They were so soft and malleable. I did not know their size, but they filled my field of vision. I slid myself off the bed, put my knees on the floor, and moved my face firmly into the warm, exposed cleavage. Keeping my face close, I dropped my hands and undid the final buttons. With a gentle caress, I placed my hands on her sides and slid them up her back, to the tops of her shoulders. Finding the top of her blouse, I began to slowly slide it down, pushing it over her shoulders, toward the outside of her body. I raised my head, eyes ready. The revelation is always the most exciting part. Her blouse had not dropped a few millimeters before the edges of her light pink aureoles appeared. Their large roundness grew as the clothing dropped away. When I took first sight of her nipples, I stopped. They pushed out from her breasts straight and firm. Thickly rounded at the base, they held the same shape to the tip. They were large and suckable. My mouth instinctively began to open and close. I pulled back so that both Maria's partially exposed breasts and her face were fully in my field of vision. With the blouse unbuttoned, her breasts had separated. Her blouse now hung perilously on the nipple of each breast, such that only the inside and upper curves were visible. I raised my gaze. Maria's bright brown eyes stared at me, pulsating with energy. Her lips formed a gentle smirk. I followed the soft rolls of her long mousy blond hair down her shoulder to her chest. With my hands, I reached out and dropped her blouse to fully uncover the enormity. There was no disappointment. In their youthful firmness, Maria's breasts poured out from her chest, ever-widening as they dropped, such that they nearly touched at the base. Because she was sitting up, I could enjoy the full size and shape. The cup size was the largest that I had ever seen in person. Placed in the palm of my hand, one of her breasts would have rolled off. It was far too large. Her dollar-sized aureoles were oval-shaped, standing on end. Their light pinkness stood out from the pale whiteness of her flesh. The rounded edges of her breasts hung out from her torso, completing a most impressive top-half of an hourglass figure. Full, curvy, and aroused, Maria's breasts were spectacular, and they begged for attention. No doubt my face conveyed my desire. I could see Maria now returning a sweet smile. Her eyes gleamed with delight at my pleasure. Shifting my body, I positioned myself so that her right breast lay directly before my face. With the fingertips of my right hand, I began to massage the nipple of her left, occasionally placing the palm over the nipple's end to cup the entire breast. I loved how the seemingly firm flesh by appearance gave way effortlessly under my touch. On the right side, I leaned forward and began to lightly kiss her aureole, over and over, gently pulling on her nipple with my lips as I finished each touch. Soon I felt Maria's hand behind my head, pushing my face into her breast, so that I could not pull back. Taking the cue, I began to suck, strong and steady. Her large breast was now meshed with my face. I could feel its warmth on my forehead, on my nose, on my chin, on my cheeks. It engulfed by face, and I ever so slightly moved my head back and forth to feel it softly give way. Without warning, Maria pulled her chest away from me. My momentary confusion was broken when she put a hand under her right breast and moved it toward me, almost forcing it in my mouth. Focused on my own pleasure, I had neglected to sense her own wants. Feeling awkward in my kneeling position, I pushed Maria towards the middle of the bed as I moved my body on it. As she was still sitting up, I positioned myself such that I lay on my back, partially in her lap, so that I could suck on her right tit. Maria helped, holding the breast with one of her hands, angling it into my wanting mouth. It was so, so satisfying. As I nursed like a baby, Maria caressed the back of my head with her other hand while I continued to fondle her other breast. Perhaps we enjoyed this moment for different reasons: I for the sheer physical thrill; Maria for seducing a respected authority figure. But even something so pleasurable can become tedious--especially when there is so much more that can be done. Breaking the spell, my mind screamed for more. To take full advantage of an opportunity that may never be repeated. I separated from her and grabbed her legs. With a playful pull, I stretched her out on the bed. Wrapping my arms around her knees, I moved my head to her groin. With my teeth, I snared the edge of her jeans and yanked it across the button. It was a spontaneous move that somehow worked. The button popped open. In a seamless motion, I found the zipper with my tongue, grasped it between my teeth, and pulled down. Honestly? It wasn't easy. And I felt a harsh grating on my teeth. But the result was an open pair of jeans on a beautiful topless girl. Not bad. Perhaps a professional takes it slow, but I was charged up. I sat up, put my hands on her hips, and pulled those blue jeans--and her pink thong--roughly off. Her smooth, white pale skin glimmered in the soft lamp light: Curvy, fleshy, and unblemished. My eyes immediately went to her groin. A soft, brown well-trimmed triangle pointed towards her genitals. I reached with my hand and placed my fingers amidst the tingly brown hairs. Clearly excited, Maria breathed with her belly. Her abdomen rose and fell as I lightly ran my fingers through her pubic hair. I allowed my eyes to wander up her body. Her breasts magnificently jutted upwards from her torso with well-rounded strength. Atop her nipples were firmly erect. And peering between them was her face: Mouth open, with audible breaths. Our eyes palpitated with lustiness. For several moments we stared deeply into each other. My hand sensing movement, I quickly turned my gaze back to her pelvis. She had spread open her legs. Bursting forth from the midst, surrounded by light brown hairs, her clearly aroused clitoris beckoned to me. I didn't hesitate. The odor of her arousal, intermixed with an airy perfume, drew me to her. I dropped quickly and--somewhat forcefully--penetrated her with my tongue. No light touching or teasing: I pushed in as far as I could. In quick successive motions, I began to move my tongue in and out, mimicking pelvic thrusting. Her reaction was instantaneous: She began raising her hips up and down. On the second upswing I moved my hands beneath her, palms upward, and grasped her buttocks. And so it went. My tongue furiously entering her again and again, roughly exploring; her hips gyrating up and down, my hands helping to push upwards; my mind blissfully intoxicated by her scent. Her pleasure seemed so extreme that I didn't want to stop, having to occasionally gulp down the juices that built up in my mouth. The intensity of her pelvic movements began to increase. I felt her upper torso rise and a hand now appeared behind my head, pushing me more deeply into her. I responded with more frenetic action: Thrusting with my tongue while moving my mouth like a fish, trying to touch all her pleasure spots at once. With no warning, her hips lurched unusually high. Her body tensed, and she held the position. Sensing her orgasm, I stopped my movements but did not separate from her. A pleasing grunt issued from her lips. When her rush ended, she lowered her body. I kept my head raised and looked upon her face. She smiled sweetly back at me, her eyes drunken and glazed over. I was pleased with myself. Not only because I had brought this beautiful young girl to orgasm, but also because it was now my turn. I stood up and slowly unbuttoned by crisp blue dress shirt, then removed it slowly. After pulling my white t-shirt over my head, I paused so that Maria could look. She buried her eyes in my chest. I do work out regularly at the gym. People might not know to look at me, but I do have a well-developed figure. Not large and overdone, but chiseled. At 38 years of age, I am rather proud of it. I unbuttoned my slacks. As I unzipped and dropped them, we made direct eye contact. "Your examination is not over, Maria," I said as confidently and coolly as I could. "You did well on the first section, but the more rigid part of the exam is to come." She chuckled and smiled as I now stood before her wearing only my black boxers and socks. Feeling my rock hardness, I lowered my boxers, eager to see her reaction. I may be slightly above average in size, but I know that my penis is unusually thick (my grandfather always said, "It's not the length of the pole, it's the thickness of the shaft"). Also, it sticks straight out when hard, forming a "T" with the body. Her eyes seemed to widen at the unveiling: An unexpected surprise. "This is going to be a strenuous test," she said with a sexy mock seriousness. I slid beside her on the bed, atop the covers, touching her on the side from toe to head. With difficulty, I forced my left arm beneath, found her butt with my hand, and pressed her over and up. Understanding my message, Maria turned on her side, facing me. Her left breast spilled out over my chest. Having settled my hand on her left butt cheek, I pressed the edge of its palm into her crack. I know it seems silly, but I always find peaceful satisfaction within any fold on a woman's body. Meanwhile, Maria's free hand found my genitals, and she began to slowly massage my balls, occasionally allowing her fingers to lightly climb the shaft. For some time we lay there close, touching, not speaking. Surprisingly, she seemed a bit nervous, apparently waiting for me to tell her what to do. With a growing sense of authority, I touched on her the lips with my finger. "I want this, to go here." With that I moved my hand to grasp her free one (which were still playing with my genitals) and set it upon my penis. She rose immediately, giving me a quick sultry smile. She leaned her body towards my groin, turning her back towards me. "Not like that," I whispered. "I want to see you. I want to see you take me inside you. And I want to see those big, beautiful boobs hanging down from your body." I raised myself from the waist and positioned her, such that her body was perpendicular to mine. I love the effect that gravity has upon female breasts. From the side, Maria's nearest breast hung down from her body, forming a nearly perfect semi-circle at its tip. Her firm, thick nipple pointed directly downwards. As large as her breasts were, they nearly touched the bed's quilt from her kneeling position. I slightly bent myself at the torso and leaned forward so that I could play with them in their suspension. At the same time, Maria took me in her mouth for the first time. There is something so special about the warmth of a woman's tongue when pressed upon the penis. She quickly found that magical spot on my shaft located just below the tip on the front side. This was clearly not her first blow job. In fact, Maria seemed almost professional in her approach. There was neither subtlety nor hesitation. Her tongue probed with forcefulness as she began to move her lips up and down. The sensations were so strong that I forgot about her breasts and simply stared at her mouth. There was a fervor and energy in her approach that excited me beyond the pleasing touches. I felt the initial tingles that indicated an approaching orgasm. It was too quick. Way too quick. Torn between allowing the moment and elongating the situation, I hesitated. With great force of will I reached down and touched her head in a manner that communicated to her to stop. She looked upon me with confused eyes. "Not yet," I heaved, with difficult breaths. "I want to test you in other ways." I sat up, contemplating. As she turned to face me, the jiggle of her breasts caught my attention. I knew what I wanted. "Drag your breasts over me." I lay back down, smiling. Maria laughed lightly and leaned forward, palms down on both sides of my hips. Facing me, her breasts mashed together, separated only by a tight line of cleavage. She lowered her torso, and I felt the tips make contact with my abdomen. The warmth was pleasing, but this experience was all about the visuals. I kept my eyes riveted on her dangling mammaries, which she slowly slid up my my body. I loved the dry friction! As her breasts reached my upper chest, I gently pushed her torso up, in order to separate. With a slight tap, I sent her breasts in motion, swinging side to side. Enamoured, I did it again. And again. I heard Maria coo with satisfaction, but I dared not move my eyes. I grabbed one breast with both hands and lightly squeezed. It never ceases to amaze me how soft large breasts are. I cupped both in my palms and pressed up, feeling the weight of their gravity. For something so soft, they seemed to have considerable weight. To walk around with them hanging in front of you would take great strength. Perhaps wanting more, Maria lurched forward and her breasts fell in my face. My head lay directly on the mattress (no pillow). I helped position her directly over me and took one breast into my mouth. No gentility this time: I sucked hard, pulling her breast down into me, ceaselessly lapping my tongue over her erect nipple. For some time I continued with this, occasionally switching to the other breast. I loved how she would drop a breast into my waiting mouth. With her body now completely over me, I gradually realized that I wanted more. It was time. I put one hand on her butt and the other on the back of her thigh. Lifting that leg, I raised myself and rolled. Perhaps not overly suave, but I now lay on top of her, our genitals touching. I rose again, backed off the bed, grabbed her legs, and pulled her towards me, stopping her at the edge of the bed. And there we looked at each other, sparking light brown eyes meeting. Maria was spread eagle, her genitals at the edge of the bed, her legs in the air. I stood naked directly before her, as aroused as I had ever been in my life. This time, no words. I moved forward, positioned my penis, and slowly entered her. The hot tightness gave way with little difficulty. When I had fully entered her, I paused, not due to sensations, but to enjoy this special moment. We both breathed audibly, staring at each other, as I gathered my strength. For now, her legs were high into the air, supported by my arms. Slowly, I pulled back until I could almost see the tip of my shaft and then I quickly thrust forward inside of her. Hard. I recoiled and pushed harder. Then harder. I made sure to rock my weight back so that I could use all my weight to propel forward. I wanted every millimeter of my length inside of her every time. I felt a crazed, fervent desire to push into her womb. A smacking sound reverberated in my ears after every strike. And Maria helped: She moved and wrapped her legs tightly around my butt, pulling me into her. She wanted it ever harder. My eyes fixated on her breasts, which bound up and down with every thrust. Collapsed on her chest, her breasts rested as two large, thick circles. In their youthful firmness, they defied gravity, rising upward, seemingly hovering over her ribcage. But now, when I moved, they moved. As I came straight on, they rolled in a rough clockwise motion, led by the nipple. If I increased my speed, the rotation broke and morphed into a forward-backward pull. Entranced, I began to play. I lifted her right leg, leaned her to the left at an angle, and continued my hard pumping. Sure enough, the breasts' rotation now went counter-clockwise. I continued to play with movement, occasionally bringing my head down to the side to watch from a different angle. As I experimented, Maria laid there responsively, accommodating my every wish. A satisfied smile constantly a lit her lips. She enjoyed her body being used as a plaything. Every few minutes or so, I bent my head down to briefly suck on her nipples that ceaselessly reached towards me, full of want. Putting my lips around her aureoles, I inhaled, pulling as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, then I raised upwards, to see how far I could rise before the weight of her breast broke the suction. Silly, I know, but in the throes of passion it excited. I wanted to do everything I could think of with her tits before it all ended. Perhaps because my mind was so focused on her top, I had barely noticed sensations in my genitals. I was still as hard as a rock, and I never stopped hammering with my hips, but I had lasted longer than I ever could have imagined. There was now perspiration on Maria's forehead, and her eyes had shifted from a warm glow to a sultry stare. Her breathing became truncated and heavy. I could now feel her hips rising firmly into mine. Soon we established a powerful rhythm. Palms down on the bed, I kept my upper body raised to watch her body move. Occasionally, I bent my head to peer upon the pelvic region. With extreme satisfaction I watch my thick round penis disappear into her body, just below the pointing arrow of her pubic hair. I moved my eyes to her face and was warmly surprised to see her looking at the same area. I put my hand behind her neck to ease the muscles and help her watch. Sensing her pleasure rising, I began to rotate my hips, trying to find a spot to peek her sensations, bringing her to orgasm. I knew I was close. At that moment she raised her head closer to mine and whispered to my ear in an authoritative voice, "Cum in me. Now!" My body heeded the call. With hardly any warning, my penis jumped to orgasm inside her, its power causing a white flash in my brain. I instinctively stopped thrusting and pushed as deep inside her as I could. My eyes closed, I never saw her raise her lips to mine. Her warm tongue entered my mouth for the first time, as my cock pumped a seemingly endless flow of juices into her. As our tongues intertwined and lips touched, I felt her hips rocking. She, too, had orgasmed. We remained in this position for some time. I felt sweat all over my body. Not wanting to separate, I pushed forward, so that Maria back crawled several feet on the bed. I slid my arms around her, a warm embrace. She did the same. For some time we lay there. I on top of her, deeply entrenched in her vagina, kissing passionately from time to time, her hands on my butt, holding me firmly in place. Occasionally, I still felt my penis emptily jolt inside her. Eventually, I separated and rolled to the side so that we lay next to each other. I didn't want to, but I had to look at the clock on the nightstand. It was time to go. I sat up. "Well, did I pass the test?" Maria playfully smirked. "Maria, I am pleased to report that you passed with the highest grade ever recorded. You are simply amazing." I stood up and found my clothes. "Are you sure you have to leave?" Maria asked. "I thought this was a three-part exam?" I paused. I wanted her again then and there. I had so many more ideas. So many other positions. "You are absolutely right. There are two other sections. However, I haven't written them yet. I am sorry to be unprepared." My mind raced. Could I get back here? I thought I could. "Perhaps I could return to give you the second part of the exam around 10:00 tonight?" Adventures with Maria "That's excellent," she rejoined. "That will give me plenty of time to study. Do you have any recommendations for what I should prepare for?" She cocked her head innocently. I laughed lightly. "I would recommend some stretching. The second part of the exam requires a good bit of dexterity." I finished putting on my clothes. I had my plan in place. My usual late night trips to the gym would be great cover. Parting words seemed unnecessary. I glanced one last time at Maria, laying naked on the bed. Though my body had been exhausted only minutes before, I felt a rising excitement. But that would have to wait. I gave a light wave and walked to the door. Without turning, I exited and walked on air to my car. Everything about the day seemed perfect. A light breeze, blue sky, ideal temperature. I heard a lawn-mower and enjoyed the corresponding smell of fresh-cut grass. My heart beat with a furious satisfaction. Life was good.