3 comments/ 221409 views/ 31 favorites Pusher Ch. 02 By: wgarvin I'd had to tear myself away from the delights that home promised me and get to class. I'd left Samantha sleeping in her bed, midmorning light dancing on her naked body. I think, on some level I needed to get away to clear my head. That didn't end up happening. I went back upstairs and got my backpack together. The morning was sunny and blue as I started towards the University. The building where my first class was was only about eight blocks from home and I loved the walk. Just before I got to the Thorngren building, a fast, red sportscar blasted past me on the street. It was Adam Johnson, some kind of star jock. I had him in a philosophy class and he was always arranging parties and talking to women... the kind of women I had never had. He had one, Amanda Whitmore, in his car right now. She was a bombshell. Long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was about 5'6" and pretty little, probably only 105 pounds. She had fairly small, pert breasts and that attitude that said "I'm a fantastic fuck, and you'll never have any." I got into the Thorngren building and started down the hall. "Hey!" I turned around as Kimberly bounced up to me. She was a friend of mine I'd known for a long time. She grew up here, too, but went to a different high school. Kimberly was pretty round, a little overweight, with long black hair and a big smile. I think she had always been hot for me, but I didn't know. She wasn't really my type. As I said, she was a little fat. Her breasts though, had always been a wonder to me. At least double D's, they looked particularly huge on her 5'0" frame. I had always considered playing around with her just to get some of those tits. "Hi, Kimberly!" She had the same class I did. "Hows things?" "Great! Say, I was wondering if you could get together with me tonight... I need some phil help." "Tonight..." I wondered what tonight might hold for me. "Maybe. I have a couple hours right after this class... how about then?" "Sure!" Her shirt was a little tight and her tits were straining to get out. I really wanted to help them. Class was a little boring. It was one of those "everyone has to take this" courses that I could probably pass in my sleep. I couldn't concentrate. The feeling of my mother's lips and fingers stroking and teasing me kept filling my mind. The sight of my come dripping off her nipples, and later, watching her spoon the white cream off her breasts with her fingers, sucking the juice like it was icing. At 11:50 the prof dismissed us and we all poured into the halls. I noticed Amanda Whitmore's fine ass swaying right in front of me in the hall. I had a few hours until my next class, and I could feel the heat inside me, reawakened by an hour of remembering my mother's soft caress. We started walking back to Kimberly's house. I thought it would was time to have some fun. She was close enough that her presence in the cave was pretty bright. We were talking about class, and I was having trouble concentrating on building a thought to send. Finally, in a little pause in conversation. I hope we fool around some when we get back to my place It was a little sophomoric, I guess, but I couldn't think of anything better. The thought slid into her with incredible ease. I really want him. The thought was almost sucked into her shadow. Maybe I was just re-enforcing thoughts she already had. Her parent's house was really nice, with three stories above ground and a finished basement. There was a pool out back and the front had a white picket fence and everything. Kim's mom was working on some weeds in the garden as we came in. Her mom looked a little like Kim, with long black hair and medium sized breasts, but Kim's mother was much trimmer. I think she was an aerobics instructor or something. She smiled and we said our hellos before we went in. Kim's room was pretty big, with long, lacy curtains and shelves full of unicorns and pegasi. The majority of her room was taken up by a huge bed, draped with a pink duvet and covered in pillows. A small private bathroom came off the bedroom near the door. We dumped our backpacks and pulled out books. We plopped down on the bed and started going through something, I wasn't really paying attention. I was having trouble figuring out what thought to send her. I had this perfect picture in mind, but I couldn't quite put it into the right phrasing for it to be her thought. I wish I could send pictures. Heck, why couldn't I? I formulated a picture of me standing near the bed and Kim kneeling in front of me with my cock in her mouth. One hand was on my dick and the other she had in her own pussy, rubbing her clit. In the little vision, just as I began to pump cum down her throat she started cumming, her body wracked with little twitching shudders. I tried to slide the picture towards her shadow, and it went, but it was like pushing furniture through a tight corridor. I could practically hear the fingernails-on-chalk sound as the picture slid into her. "So, what I don't understand is...," her sentence trailed off, and I watched her pupils dilate slightly as the vision enveloped her. Her skin was flushing and her breathing sped up almost imperceptibly. Her eyes re-focused on mine. I leaned forward and kissed her. Her lips were incredibly soft and warm. Kim let out a little sigh/moan as our lips met. I slid one hand up over the mound of her breast, feeling the hard nipple poking through the fabric. Her breath caught for a moment before her lips took furiously to mine again. I felt her hand on my thigh, sliding up towards my crotch. She was so tentative. I want to feel his cock in my hand Like she had suddenly made some decision, her hand slipped up, cupping the bulge under my shorts and started fumbling my belt open. My fingers started to undo the buttons on her shirt, exposing her incredible cleavage. I finally opened her shirt, just as her hand unzipped my fly and her warm fingers found their way under the waistband of my underwear. Her fingers began exploring my hardness as I got her shirt off and opened the clasp on her bra. Her massive breasts were finally freed from the straining fabric, displaying acres of white skin and large, puffy nipples obviously hard and waiting. I moved my lips down from hers to her hard nipples, sucking them in one at a time and working my tongue in slow circles around her areolas. Her hand slipped further down my pants and she gripped my penis, beginning to jack in slowly up and down. I cupped her breasts to my mouth and sucked on her nipples, hearing her moan as I did. I rolled so that I was on my back. I want to see it. This girl was so receptive. The thoughts were moving like they were sliding on ice. She pulled down my shorts and underwear and my cock sprang free, pointing at the ceiling. Her fingers wrapped around it once more and she started jacking me off again. "Should I...," her question trailed off and her big brown eyes looked so innocent. "Yes, Kim." As we lay there, I wondered exactly how receptive Kim was. I love him. I felt the slightest resistance, and then the though went. I want him. No resistance. I want to obey him and please him. I want to pleasure him... I want to be his. No resistance at all. Either Kim was a closet sub, or she was incredibly receptive. I am his. Almost as if in a trance, Kimberly got up and went into the small adjoining bathroom. She was there for a while and I must have dozed off. I woke up to the feel of her silky, warm mouth working up and down on my hard shaft. Moving her hand in a twirling, stroking motion, her lips and tongue massaged my dick. Her mouth was so warm and wet...it was a wonderful feeling. My hands moved to the back of her head, tangling themselves into her raven-black hair as she bobbed on my cock. She tensed for a moment as I pulled her mouth onto my cock, and began to guide her head with my hand in her hair. Then, like she gave herself over to it, her suction got harder and she began moving up and down faster now, trying to urge the come out of me. Her hand continued to jack up and down. "Yes, Kimberly, that's right. Good little girl." I whispered. "Good girl. Make me come. Very good. Put me between your tits...: She moved up slightly and wrapped her enormous tits around my spit soaked cock. She looked up into my eyes, as I slid in and out of her cleavage. I saw now what she'd been doing in the bathroom: Her lips were dark red with lipstick, and I could see some smeared on my spit covered cock. Her eyelashes were darker now, and longer, making her blue eyes look larger than normal. Eyeshadow gave her the final whorish touches. She was holding her tits tightly around me as I pumped them, smearing them with Kimberly's spit. My hands were still in her hair and I urged her head back down towards my cock. Her warm mouth engulfed me again and her crimson lips moved up on down me with renewed ardor. She pulled at me with the suction of her lips and her tongue twirled around my cockhead as she pumped me again. "Oh god, Kimberly, yes. You are such a good little cocksucker. Just like that, yes!" With a heave of my hips I exploded into her mouth. I saw her throat work as she tried to swallow my load, gulp after gulp. She continued to jack me off with her hand as her lips kept a tight seal on my dick. I was relaxing now, and could feel her tongue and lips gently working my member still, sucking out the last drops and cleaning my shaft. She looked up at me, her mouth and lips glinting wetly with my seed. Kimberly looked up at me with her blue eyes and long, dark lashes. "That was so good," she sighed. "God I love your come..." Her lips still glistened with my juices. Her hand was cupping my balls, fondling them gently. "I just wish..." "Yes?" "Gosh. Just for a moment there I thought you wanted to come on my tits." "And?" I asked. I stroked her huge breasts idly. "I really wanted you to. I wanted to feel your hot come on my chest..." I must have been pushing subconsciously. I couldn't even remember making her want that. "Get me hard again and I will..." Her eyes brightened and her tongue stroked some of the remaining jizz off her bottom lip. Pusher Ch. 03 I slept like the dead that night, having emptied myself three times, once onto my mother's luscious chest, and twice with little Kim. I remember strange, echoing dreams of caves and shadows, dark corners and unearthly words. It woke up with a start just after five am. The world was in the first staged of grayness as the sun began thinking about coming up. I could already feel the blood in me moving, needing. I could feel my mother a few doors down, and her shadow was very dark, feeling like it was full of dark cloud. I assumed it was because she was asleep. I need my son I sent. I need to feel him in my mouth again I live for his pleasure. I thirst for his come. There was no rebounding, no crashing, and it felt like, with the dark clouds there, maybe there wouldn't be even if I pushed crazy thoughts. At the same time, though, it was like pushing through thick foam. I was straining from the effort and it left my head pulsing and my body a little sore. I felt her cloud lighten a little, but it stayed dark. She had not woken up. I closed my eyes and laid back on my pillow, breathing hard. When I woke again, it was to the slow, delightful stroking of my mother's hand on my hard cock. Her hand was twisting slightly as she stroked me, polishing the knob. I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, and simply enjoyed the sensation. Her hand was warm, and had just the right pressure as it pulled on me. "Oh, yes...," I heard her whisper. A moment later, I felt a long tongue stroke up the bottom of my dick and then the wonderful, warm sensation of her mouth engulfing my cockhead. Her hand began to stroke me more forcefully as her mouth slid up and down. I peeked. She was wearing her silken red robe again, and her hair was in a little disarray, the flowing waves of auburn tumbling all around her head, making it difficult to see her delicious mouth pumping me. The robe was totally open and her other hand was fondling one of her heavy, hanging breasts, occasionally teasing the nipples with long, red-painted fingernails as she sucked me. Each time she would pull her taut nipple, her mouth would tighten slightly around me. I moaned involuntarily as I felt the tip of my cock move past her tongue and into her throat. She swept her hair back over an ear so that I could see her, looking back at me as she swallowed my hardness again and again. Her eyes were afire. She pulled her mouth off me for a moment. "Tell me I'm good," she whispered, bobbing her mouth over me once, "Tell me I'm a good little cocksucker for you." Another slow down and up of her wet mouth on me. "Tell your mommy she sucks your cock good...' "MMm... yes. You are so good. Such a good cocksucker." "Good boy," she whispered, licking her full lips. Her eyes closed and she went back to work in earnest, her tongue swirling around me now with each bob. She was moving faster now, her head bobbing up and down in time with her hand, and I could feel my balls beginning to boil. I came, my cock twitching, and she drank me down, her throat working to swallow each load as it erupted. Her fingers were twisting her own nipple hard as I came, and from the tenseness in her, I wondered if maybe she was coming too. She kept me in her mouth for a moment more, until the very last had subsided, and then released me. She stood up, running a hand down her torso, over her large breasts as she looked me in the eye. "Good morning," she said, and turned and left to get ready for work. - - - - - Samantha was still getting ready for work when I left for school and found that Kimberly wasn't in class. I worried what might have happened to her, and vowed to give her a call a little later. I spent the time staring at the back of Amanda Whitmore's legs and thinking what other trouble I could get into. I want to check out the guy behind me. Something about the size of the cave made it easy, like it didn't have to fill so much space to be heard or something. Amanda turned around, looking me over. For the rest of the class I tried little pushes with her, and found it surprisingly easy. By the time class was done, I was sure that she was primed and ready. Everyone got up and started heading out. I tapped her on the shoulder and sent I want to take him somewhere and fuck him I knew it would hurt... and it didn't. It was a little bouncy, but no real rebound. "Why don't we go home to your place?" she asked. One eyebrow was raised, and there was a saucy smile on her pouty lips. Wow, just that easy. I wasn't really ready for it. "Well, I..., um, sure." Smooth. We took off for my place and got there, just as my mother was going out. She had on a smart business attire which showed off a fantastic expanse of cleavage. Her lips were done in a lustrous red and she was wearing the faintest hint of eye shadow. She smelled fantastic. "Hi, mom, this is Amanda. Amanda, my mom, Samantha." Amanda looked her over and smiled. They shook hands in a dainty girl sort of way. I bet he's going to fuck her I slid into my mother's shadow. God, I wish I could watch... or join I felt that one jerk suddenly and then slide in slowly, with pressure. "Well, have fun kids," mom said, and moved on towards the car. As I closed the door behind Amanda and I, I saw her looking back at us, car-keys in hand. I closed the door behind us. "So... what now?" Amanda asked. "Do you want to... you know, make out?" I hated the words as soon as I said them. "With you? Look... I'm just here to make my boyfriend mad. I wouldn't...." I shouldn't say that. Her mouth snapped shut. He's not unattractive. That thought felt a little resistance, but it went through. Doing him would really make my boyfriend mad. My boyfriend is an asshole. I'm gonna fuck this guy. Each thought was easy. "Well, maybe a litte...," Amanda looked at me from beneath her long lashes, moving a little closer. I'm gonna make this the fuck of my life. I'm getting so hot. Amanda slammed into me, pushing me up against the door with a ferocious kiss. I felt her teeth sink into my lower lip. Her hands reached down and grabbed my hands, sliding them up underneath her shirt. No bra. Her breasts were small, but firm and with large, pointy nipples that were rapidly hardening. She massaged her breasts with my hands, groaning and beginning to grind against me as we kissed. Her tongue slid over mine. I want him to come for me I saw her eyes light up. She was so receptive... might as well keep going. I want his come on my face, like those porn stars. I want to be his cum-doll She pulled away, her blond hair bouncing and her hands still covering mine on her pert breasts. "You know what I love?" she asked. She slid down me, looking up at me and licking her lips. "I love a man's cum on my face," she said, her hands unbuckling my belt as she slid to her knees. She reached inside my pants and pulled out my cock, jacking it with one hand. I love cock "God I love cock," Amanda purred. "I can't wait to feel your hot load on my lips." Her eyes closed and she tilted her head back. "This is so good." The head of my cock disappeared between her wet lips again. "That's right, Amanda. Suck it. Suck me off." I love it when he talks to me like that. Her small hand slid up and down my saliva coated cock. "Oh god, Amanda, your hand feels good. But I want you to take me in your mouth again," I said. This is turning me on so much. Amanda was flushed with excitement. She gave me a wicked smile and her fingers took the waistband of my pants and underwear and pulled them down, pooling them at my feet. I felt her tongue begin to rim my enflamed dick and I swept her blonde hair back out of her face so that I could watch my cock disappear into her tiny mouth. Amanda finished her tongue bath and started some serious sucking. She wasn't doing anything incredible, but it felt great. "I've got to have your cum," she whispered. She spat on my cock again and continued working her fist. "Amanda, yes. You're doing so well. Such a good girl." God I want him to cum She ran the side of her face slowly up my wet cock . Her eyes were closed and her breath ragged. She was getting off from the feeling of my hardness against her face. Her mouth slid back over me and she kissed it tenderly before opening her mouth wide and diving down on to me, sucking my cock. "Yes, Amanda!" As she sucked, her hand slipped down under her short skirt. I could see the motion of her hand as she stroked her pussy. She was moaning around my cock as she desperately tried to bring me to climax. "Enjoying yourselves?" Samantha was standing in the entrance to the kitchen, looking smoulderingly good in her dark red business jacket, black, tight skirt and patent leather black heels. A beautiful expanse of cleavage showed, straining the jacket in just the right way. Her lips were bright red and her hair was pulled back into a bun. Eyeglasses and a hint of eyeshadow finished the ensemble. She must have gone all the way around the house and come in the kitchen door. Amber started and stopped, freezing for a second. I put my hands on the back of her head and pushed her mouth back down over my cock. I have to continue. I want to please him. Whoever that is doesn't matter She closed her eyes and slowly slid her lips back down my shaft, her tiny hands still gripping the base of my hardness. "Dedicated, I see!" mom said, with just a hint of danger in her voice. "She doesn't look like she much knows what she's doing, though." She was unbuttoning the jacket, underneath, her large tits moved more freely under the sheer black blouse. She walked over right behind Amanda, who continued to suck me with long strokes meant to sustain rather than finish the job. Samantha, reached down and ran her hands through Amanda's hair, pulling her hair back so that she could see my cock slide between Amanda's pouty lips. This is turning me on. He wants this, so I want this. This pleases him. I sent to Amanda. She looked up at Samantha and I, still continuing to bob on me. I heard only the barest hint of a moan from her. My mother knelt behind Amanda, sliding her hands up over Amanda's pert breasts. "She doesn't have much to offer," Samantha said, looking up at me evilly. "What's her name?" "Amanda," I breathed, watching my mother's fingers play over Amanda's hard nipples through her shirt. "Amanda, let me show you, dear." She scooted forward so that her face was next to Amanda's, her red-lipsticked lips making the teen girl's look pale in comparison. She took her glasses off and put them aside. Her hazel eyes seemed brighter, and the eyeshadow made her look a little drunk with lust. Then she slowly slipped her lips around me, sliding me down into the throat I was beginning to love so much. One slow up and down and she pulled back. She turned and looked at Amanda, who had a strange, almost blank expression on her face. Mom reached out and took Amanda's hand in hers, wrapping Amanda's small fingers around me. Mom started jacking me off with Amanda's hand, twisting around my knob. "Good," mom whispered in Amanda's ear. She took her hand off Amanda's and put it on the back of Amanda's head, slowly pushing Amanda's face down onto my dick. The blonde girl parted her lips as I came close, taking my cock in between her lips. "Keep the pressure with your lips and fingers. Keep stroking him," mom whispered to Amanda. Her other hand was on Amanda's breasts now, as she watched Amanda fellate me. "Move your tongue around him... taste him... savor his delicious cock." Mom's hand continued to control Amanda's head, moving it up and down in perfect time. He other hand slipped under Amanda's shirt, feeling her small breasts, cupping and squeezing them. Amanda moaned as she bobbed on my dick. The feeling was a whole world of difference. Mom's few instructions were amazing. Mom looked up at me. "Does my little boy want to come?" Her hands roamed over Amanda's small chest. I saw her fingers dancing over the blonde girls hard nipples under her shirt. Amanda moaned, almost a whimper. I nodded. The pressure was building rapidly. "Does he want to come in his new cum-toy's mouth?" She pushed a little harder, and Amanda deep throated me for a moment, choking. Amanda tried to cough and sputter, my mom's hand on the back of her head kept her mouth on me. Amanda's eyes went wide, but she continued to suck me, and jack me off with her small hand. "Because his mommy wants his come. Her little boy's, come." mom said, licking her lips. Mom slid off her jacket, leaving only her huge tits under the black silky material of her blouse. I could see them perfectly, nipples erect. She followed my gaze. "You want to come on mommy's titties, don't you?" She ran her hands over her full chest through the sheer material. "You want to cover her with your come, don't you?" She looked for a moment at Amanda's small breasts. "Come on mommy instead." She let down her hair, shaking it out with one hand as her other wrapped itself in Amanda's blonde hair again and continued to guide Amanda's head up and down on me in an ever more demanding tempo. When her hair was down, she put her red mouth next to Amanda's, pulling Amanda's mouth of off me with a pop, and slurping my cock between her lips. She laid on vigorously, her red-nailed hand taking over from Amanda's and her sucking mouth never missing a beat. She jacked me for a moment, her lips making the perfect suction then pulled off me, raising her mouth over my lipstick-smeared, spit-slick tip and let a long dollop of saliva fall onto my knob. Her hand slid up and down over me as her lips massaged the crown of my dick. Soon she slowly slid off my cock until only the tip was between her lips. Her hand gripped my shaft and began jacking me off as she began corkscrewing her lips up and down on me. "Mommy, yes!" I moaned. She continued mouth-fucking me, as Amanda stared, her face still right next to mom's. Mom's red lips slid up and down my shaft and her hand worked me like a pro. Amanda was almost panting, her mouth was open and she was very close. I started coming, and Samantha let my cock out of her mouth. Ropes of jism splattered her mouth and face, into her hair and spattered her cleavage and the black fabric of her blouse. A few drops covered Amanda's cheek. Her blue eyes were wide. "Good boy. Give mommy your come. Come for me!" She continued to pump me, milking each drop of pleasure from my pulsing member. Her eyes were looking up at me, adoring, afire. Her long-nailed fingers began scooping up the come from her face and blouse, spooning it into her mouth as she looked at me. Then she turned and, one hand still on my cock, kissed Amanda full on the mouth. I'm coming I shoved into Amanda. As my mother's come-filled mouth met hers, she began to shake in an uncontrollable orgasm. I watched my semen dribble out between their lips as they kissed, their tongues dancing around each other. My mother's soft hands still stroked my limp dick. Amanda's small hands were on my mother's tits, covered in come, feeling them as if they were the greatest things on earth. Which I kinda thought they were. - - - - - It had been no big thing to put Amanda into a sort of daze. Her mind was shallow and easy to move, and I found that even putting full memories into her head was not difficult. She remembered going home with me and giving me a fantastic blowjob, then having to get home. She had walked out in a stupor, but I was sure she'd be ok by the time she got home. Mom had showered, redressed, and gone off to work finally. I was supposed to meet her for lunch. I needed a rest. The day wasn't over yet. Pusher Ch. 04 After a relaxing morning, I took by bike downtown and locked it up in front of the tall, glass and steel building where mom worked. She was an executive for the advertising firm on the 23rd floor, so I took the elevator up to the large, marbled lobby of her firm. It was a nice, large lobby, with a glass conference room on one side, and the corridor that lead off to the business offices on the other. The large, teak desk in the center under the logo was manned by the receptionist. "Hi Billy!" The receptionist today was Hope, a fairly attractive platinum blonde. I'd always had kind of a crush on her, and she was only a few years older than I was. Today she was wearing a classic shade of red lipstick, dark mascara and a white satiny blouse that was buttoned up all the way to a slight collar. It was very professional and incredibly sexy. We'd talked a couple of times, waiting for my mom. "Hi Hope," I said, my brain already whirling a little. I glanced down the corridor and didn't see anyone. The conference room was empty. Hope's cavern was small and light, but not as accessible as Amanda's. I wondered what I would be capable of in there. "Ms. Garvin told me to let you know she was going to be delayed about 20 minutes." Her smile was brilliant. I grinned back. "I guess I'm waiting here then!" I said, and plopped down on one of the plush leather couches around the outside of the marbled reception area. I realized it was a little cold, especially in comparison with summer outside. I looked at Hope. I like him That one was easy. She probably did. I'm a little bored Also easy. Easy pushes in an accessible cave. Maybe try something crazy? I thought for a little bit as she went back to work. She was working a piece of gum in her mouth as she worked, doing something behind the tall desk. I had an idea. I don't want to refuse Billy anything Wham. Gods, my brain was reeling and I almost slumped on the couch. The world spun out of control for a second and my head pounded. She was not Amanda, and this wasn't going to be so direct. Fuck, my head hurt. I put my palms to my temples and thought I could feel the blood pulsing there. I had an idea I almost liked better. Billy is so polite I am polite too It would be rude to refuse Billy something he asked for politely I don't want to refuse Billy anything he asks for with 'please' That one was a stretch, and I felt the pressure of pushing it in. I feel a little hornier every time he says that word That one was almost easier, since the groundwork was set. Every time he says 'please' I'll want to do what he wants a little more Not that difficult either. My head was still pounding a little. I really want to do what he asks A little tight. Then the last piece: I can't refuse him anything he asks for with 'pretty please' After that I just sat there for a few moments, letting my head calm down. It was like I'd gone weight lifting after being beaten up. I stood and got some water from the dispenser in the corner. From this angle, I could see around the reception station. She had on a dark black skirt and a wide red belt. Stockings and high black boots that disappeared under the skirt finished her off. She was pretty well built, about 5'6" and I would guess a plush C-cup, which was currently shown off well under the soft material of her white blouse. She glanced up at me and smiled, then went back to her work. Her eyes were a beautiful brown, enhanced, I would guess, by contact lenses. "Please don't take this wrong," I said, "but you are looking particularly attractive today." I smiled. She laughed. "Why thank you! Little charmer." "Your blouse looks really soft." She gave me a strange look. "Um... thank you!" "Can I just feel it for a moment?" I knew it was paper thin, but I was riding the adrenaline. "Um. I don't think that would be...," she was looking at me like I was very weird now. "Please, Hope?" I asked. She paused. "OK," she said. "I guess just to feel what it's like. I love this blouse." I walked over to her, catching the scent of her perfume. It was intoxicating. I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder. It feels good for him to touch me It felt like cheating, since it was outside the 'please' game, but since I was making the rules, it wasn't too much of a problem. "That's really soft," I said. "My mom should get some blouses like this." I kept my hand sort of awkwardly on her shoulder. She looked up at me with those light brown eyes. "Thank you," she said, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable. "Please don't feel uncomfortable just because I'm near you, Hope. I just like you." She sighed just a little, as if letting go of stress. "Oh, I don't!" she assured me. "Sorry if I was giving that impression." She smiled with those beautiful, lipstick red lips. "You're feeling a little tense. I'd love to give you a shoulder rub." I said. "I don't think so," she replied, looking down the hallway nervously. "That might be a little inappropriate." "Please let me," I begged, "I'm sure it'll feel really good. And no one will notice, I'm sure." "Well... I don't know." "Please, Hope." She paused and looked at me, for a long moment. "Well, sure. I'd love a shoulder rub, thank you." She turned her chair so that her back was to me. I stepped up close enough that I could smell her hair and put my hands on her shoulders. I started kneading her muscles through the sheer white fabric. I slipped forward a few times, and could feel the very tops of the swells of her breasts. I figured she had a fairly cupping bra on. "I think this would be even more relaxing if you weren't so buttoned up," I said, knowing how thin it sounded. "What?" She spun her chair to look at me. "Your shoulder rub... the material is all taut and it..." She scoffed. "No. OK... its time for you to go sit down." "Please don't be angry with me Hope. Please. I just want to give you a good shoulder rub. And it would be so much better if you just undid your blouse a little, just so that the material moved better. Please believe me, I'm just trying to help you relax a little." I looked her unflinchingly in the eyes. She paused. "Please, Hope," I repeated. "Just for a few moments. Just undo your blouse a little." "Sorry I got upset there for a moment," she said, looking actually sorry. "I thought you were... well, never mind. Anyway, thank you so much for the shoulder rub." She turned her chair back around, and her fingers opened the first button at her neck, and then, as I went back to work on her shoulders, the next two. Peering over her shoulder, I could just see the dark hint of her alabaster cleavage. I felt someone approaching. I don't want to go through the reception area right now I pushed, quickly. My head hurt a little from that one, but it went and the approaching shadow started moving off. I must have groaned or something, because Hope turned around again to see me wincing. "Are you ok?" she asked. "Headache," I replied. "Do you want some aspirin or something?" She started opening a drawer nearby. I noticed her long, well-manicured nails were painted with a clear varnish with pink tips. "No, no, thanks," I assured her, rubbing my temples. "Maybe, if you didn't mind, could you give me a little neck/temple rub?" "Um... sure, I guess. Although I should probably get back to work..." she looked nervously down the hallway again. "Please, Hope? I bet you'd be really good." "Well OK," she said, standing up. Her blouse fell open just slightly, so that I could see the creamy tops of her breasts. She looked down and I saw her redden a little. She started to fasten the buttons again. "Oh, please don't! It looks really good." She paused, looking at me. "Really?" Her brown eyes were a little wide. "Really! In fact, you'd look even better just a little lower. It'd look really professional." "What? I don't think it would," she said, and started to do up the bottom button again. "Please, Hope. Undo just a few more. Three or four. Please just take my word for it: I think you'll look really good." "Hm, ok. If you think so." Her hands moved to her buttons, undoing one, two, three... a pause, then four. She only had one button done above her belt and her white push-up bra was clearly visible. The deep cleft between her pale globes was delectable. "You don't think that's a little lewd?" "No, I think it looks great. Please, just leave it open. You're so beautiful." "Thank you!" She smiled and patted her chair. "Weren't I about to give you a little rub?" I grinned and sat down. I thought about that last 'thank you' and realized that my push to be more open with each 'please' was probably taking effect. I sat down and she started working on my shoulders. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her fingers on my muscles. Then she started running her fingers up through my hair and I felt her long fingernails on my scalp. It felt heavenly. Her scent was overwhelming. I felt another shadow coming down the hall and sent it back. Her fingers were rubbing my temples in slow circles and it was incredibly erotic. I could feel my dick hardening in my shorts. "Hope? Maybe if you did it from the front, it would be better?" I suggested. "Er, ok." She turned the chair around and went back to work on my temples. It was a little awkward, but with my eyes open I could look straight at that inviting cleavage. "That's a little awkward, isn't it?" I said. "Would it be easier if you knelt?" I asked, innocently. "That might be more awkward," she smiled. "Please, kneel here in front of me," I said, a little more forcefully that I'd intended. "I bet it will be easier than standing there. Thanks so much for doing this, by the way." "My pleasure, Billy," she said. She opened a drawer and pulled out a pillow that she probably used to support her back normally, and put it down on the floor in front of the chair. She pulled up her skirt a little and knelt, her breasts basically resting in my lap. Her hands reached up to rub my temples. My cock was beginning to swell to full mast now. I am getting a little turned on by this I pushed, gently. I don't need to be so inhibited I could see the slight mounds of her nipples now through the sheer bra and white blouse as they hardened slightly. My cock twitched. "Oh my!" she said, stopping. She looked down at my crotch, and my obvious bulge. "Well, um...sorry!" She was going a beautiful shade of red. She started to stand. "Please don't go!" I begged. She stopped, settling back onto her knees. "Hope, I know we're just friends, but... do you think you want to... touch me? Please, Hope, I know it would help with my headache if you helped me out a little." "If I...?" Her breasts were heaving and I could see the conflict in her brown eyes, looking up at me. Her platinum hair lay in beautiful waves around her shoulders. "Please touch me, Hope." I was looking her straight in the eye. She licked her bright red lips, which contrasted so with her pale white skin. Her hand slid up my thigh. "Don't you want me to feel good? Please help me feel good, Hope." I whispered to her. Her mouth was open and she was breathing hard. "Yess..." she whispered. Her hand slid up inside my shorts, finding my cock through my underwear. She slid her hand over it, up and down. "Look at me, Hope." She looked up, locking gazes with me as she rubbed my hardness. "I'd feel even better if I could see you." I paused for a moment while she tried to figure out what I meant. "Please open your shirt.... I want to see your breasts." Her hand slid out of my shorts and she pulled her white blouse open around her breasts, pulling down her bra cups so that her perfect white breasts stood clearly visible. Her nipples were the most delicate pink and her breasts were larger than I would have guessed. The bra helped cup and support them, even though it no longer hid them. They were perfectly round, with only the fewest freckles standing out against her pale skin. "Thank you. Your breasts are so beautiful, Hope. Can we go back to what you started now, please?." Both her hands went up my legs. One went to my balls, fondling them gently through the material of my underwear, while the other half-cupped by cock, rubbing up and down slowly. Her tongue moved furtively over her red lips. Her breasts were lewdly available to me know and I loved seeing them, white, round and firm, as she rubbed me. Her nipples were delicate and incredibly pink. I could only imagine how they would taste, or how they would feel wrapped around my cock. I kept my eyes on hers. "Billy..," she whispered, "maybe I shouldn't be..." "Shhh." I said softly. "Please keep going. You want to make me feel good, don't you?" "Yes, but.." her brown eyes were like a trapped deer's. "Please do what I ask, Hope." "Yes, Billy," she replied, still looking at me. Her nipples looked like they could cut stone they were so taut. Her hands continue to work their heavenly rhythm. "Take out my cock, please, and stroke it for me. You'll do that won't you?" "Of course..." Her hands came out of my shorts and went to my belt, deftly undoing it and then opening my shorts and unzipping them. One hand started rubbing me again as I felt her fingers slip under the waistband of my underwear and pull them down over my penis. My cock popped up, hard and ready. His pleasure gives me pleasure It fell into her like a rock into a pond. She moaned slightly. One hand wrapped around my shaft, beginning to slowly fist me. The other cupped my balls, starting a delightful motion, caressing them and pulling on them gently. She knew what she was doing. I felt a group of two or three coming down the hall, and had to rapidly work to turn them all around, my head was throbbing again, but coming back to the reality of the beautiful platinum blonde busty beauty slowly fisting my cock soon soothed that pain. "Faster, please, Hope." I asked. "Make me come." She started jacking me in earnest, her eyes never leaving mine and her other hand still dancing delightfully on my balls. "Mmm... I'm going to come..." I moaned. Her hand moved faster still, pulling me towards climax. I could feel it start to build. "You'd better take me in your mouth," I gasped. "I shouldn't...." Her stroking faltered slightly. "Take me in your mouth, Hope. Catch my come." "I don't think I could..." she looked worried, maybe even frightened. "Let me come in your mouth, Hope... pretty, please." I said somewhat forcefully. Her red lips immediately covered my cockhead as I began to erupt into her mouth, pulse after pulse of come disappearing down her rapidly-swallowing throat. "MMm god yes," I sighed as her hands milked the last from me. Her talented hands slowed their stroking, her red lips still fastened around me. "Thank you. I feel much better." Her beautiful mouth came off me with a soft pop. "Could you please clean the rest of the come of my cock please, Hope?" She gladly slid her hand up my cock, collecting any remaining juice, then licked it clean. She repeated this motion a few times, just to make sure. "Thank you very much," I said, politely. I stood up and asked her to refasten my pants and belt, which she did. I told her she could get up and go back to work now, and went and got a drink from the water dispenser again. It was only another few minutes before mom came around the corner. She was now in a black jacket and skirt, with matching heels. Her lips were a much darker shade than they had been this morning, and her hair was back in its bun. "Hi, babe," she said, and I noticed a little twinkle in her eye. "I was hoping you could help me with something in my office before we go." Her index finger surreptitiously slipped in and out of her painted lips. I wondered if this change has also done something to my appetite. "I'd love to help you... just one second..." Mom turned and walked back towards her office. I leaned over the reception desk, where Hope was pretending to work, but obviously still flustered and confused. I noticed that her shirt was still open and her ripe treats still on display. "Hope, please feel free to re-button your shirt. And please don't feel disturbed or upset about what happened with me today... I'm sure you enjoyed it as much as I did. In fact, please, pretty please, sometime today at your desk, I'd like you to make yourself climax thinking about my cock in your mouth... will you do that for me?" I smiled. "Of course, Billy!" she said, looking happier already. "Thank you," I said, and followed mom back to her office. Pusher Ch. 05 I followed mom back to her office, and when I got there, she was already leaning back in her plush leather office chair with her heels up on her desk. Her smooth legs were crossed. Behind her, large plate glass windows looked out over the city. Behind me, the wall was entirely glass as well, looking onto the hall and other glass offices. As I closed the door behind me, mom pushed a button near her phone and the glass went smoky, making it impossible to see the rest of the office. "I wanted to remind you that your sister and Bree are getting in tomorrow and are staying through the weekend. So there might not be much privacy around the house for the next few days." Hm. I had forgotten. Jenny was my older sister, now 24, and she was built mostly like mom. She was a little taller and her figure wasn't as plush, but her hair, rather than auburn, was a dark red and she had dad's green eyes. It was quite a combo. Bree was her friend, small and blonde, but with a bitch-streak a mile wide. I had always wanted her, but few people on the planet made me more tempted to violence and mayhem. She was arrogant, sarcastic, and incessantly derogatory. Mom took a tube of red lipstick from her desk drawer and reapplied, making sure her lips were a bright red. She looked at me. "I though maybe my baby wanted some more of mommy's mouth before he goes to class this afternoon?" She smacked her bright red lips together. Her hazel eyes were steady on mine. "I know you like mommy's mouth..." I was sure I still had lipstick from Hope's wonderful lips on my cock. "Mommy, maybe I can have something else?" I moved forward and she took her legs off the desk. I knelt down at her feet. I ran my hand up the inside of her stockinged thigh until I came to her quim, naked and warm. No panties. She raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you don't want to pump your come down mommy's throat instead? I know how you enjoy that." Her cheeks were a little rosy and my fingers were beginning to stroke over her outer labia. Her auburn hair was still in its tight bun. I want him to do whatever he wants. I'm his to play with. If he wants to pleasure me, he can. Easy now. Her shadow was more like a sponge. She spread her legs for me, scooting forward until she was on the edge of her chair. Her pussy was mostly shaved with only a light exclamation point of hair. I ran my fingers over her soft pussy lips, hearing her sigh. I spread her thighs further, and went to work with my tongue, lapping at her outer lips as my fingers slips into her moistening cunt. I curled my fingers up and inside to rub her g-spot as my tongue started long laps across her clit. This is the best I've ever had I pushed. She moaned loudly, almost embarrassingly so. Billy is the best lover I've ever had "Oh my god, Billy, yes! Oh god! Lick mommy's pussy! Oh god! Good boy! Oh god!" She was almost writhing now, her hands gripping and teasing her tits through her shirt as she lifted her hips against my tongue. "Oh my little boy, yes! Mommy's going to fuck you so good for this! Make her little boy feel so good! Oh god..." I kept licking in long strokes as my fingers fucked her. She had her shirt open now, and her hands were inside her shirt, feverishly moving over her heavy breasts. She was moaning very loudly now, Suddenly she came, bucking, crying out in pure ecstasy. She was thrashing, her hands on her large breasts, her mouth open. "Oh god, oh god, oh god..." she was panting the words. As she came down from her high, she was slumped, disheveled and limp, with one large succulent breast hanging out of her bra. She sat up slowly, looking at me with a smile on her face. "Thank you, baby! Gods you are good. Mommy owes you a good one... but for now I guess I'll just buy you lunch!" Once she got herself back together, we headed out. I gave Hope a quick wink as I passed her desk. - - - - - That afternoon, I was finally back at college. It seemed like a week since I had been there this morning, for philosophy, but I thought I could use the rest. I had just gotten through pre-calc and sociology and was now headed into political science. I had been thinking about this class for the past few hours. Mrs. Angela Darling. At the beginning of the semester she had been Angela Delgado, but had gotten married about the third week in. She was unequivocally beautiful: Large, dark eyes and fairly full lips in a shapely, high-cheek boned face. She had long legs and an impeccable sense of grace. Her breasts were large, not like mom's or like Kim's enormous globes, but were delightfully high and had always seemed very firm from the third row. There were few days when the bumps of her nipples didn't show clearly through whatever sheer top she wore. She wore her almost waist-length dark hair in a pony-tail or braid, and I'd only ever seen in down once. Mrs. Darling always dressed to impress, looking as much like a model as a teacher. I would guess she was in her late 30's and her husband was in his late 40's or 50's. I immediately said "sugar daddy" to myself when he came in after class just after they got married. She had been a star in my fantasies for a few months now, and today I was going to see how real I could make it. I sat myself down in the third row where I always did. She strutted in a few minutes late, and started setting up her stuff. Her beautiful dark hair was back in a pony tail, but otherwise hanging free. She was wearing a light blue blouse with the first few buttons fashionably undone, a shortish black skirt that seemed painted to her long thighs, stockings and some reasonable pumps. She didn't have much makeup on, although her eyes were heavily eyelined and mascaraed. I had once managed to glimpse a hint of garter underneath her skirt as she sat down during a quiz. Settling down to my attempt, I realized that there were dozens of shadows all around me. I could see each one and could feel out the various properties of each. I noticed one that was incredibly shallow, even more so than Amanda's, and I noted it to try out later. I sifted through until I found the one I could tell belonged to Mrs. Darling. She was walking about the front of the class now, and her long legs were driving me crazy already. I settled in, my eyes focused on her, and began my work. I need something I need to feel in control These both went really well. I need to feel in control sexually Little tighter. I want to seduce someone Tighter still. I felt the first blossom of headache already. Her shadow was pretty wide open and deep, so it felt like even the smallest suggestions were harder for some reason. I want to seduce a studenT The push disappeared for a moment then came reeling back at me like a freight train. I visibly recoiled, like I'd been punched, which garnered some strange looks from students around me. My head felt like I'd just done a swan dive onto concrete. Down below, Mrs. Darling stopped for a moment, as if she'd lost her concentration, before beginning again. I had no idea what she was teaching and the ringing in my hears meant I couldn't hear her anyway. She obviously had some huge blocks up against contact with students. This might be tough. Most of my students are over 18 A male over 18 is a man Its not immoral to seduce a man That one was a crunch, especially for my already wounded brain. Its not immoral to seduce a man who wants to be seduced Easier. I want to seduce a man who wants to be seduced I need to seduce someone My head pounded in complaint. That one was too far a leap, I guess. It went in though. If a student consented, that would make it better I was ready, luckily, when the push came back at me. Rather than let it crash into me, I "caught" it and pushed it back. Again it crashed, less painfully this time and again I caught it and pushed it back. Finally it slid in. I'd guess I'd been keeping it up for 30 or 40 minutes. I was watching her intently, watching her long pony tail sway around her back as she moved, and noting her hard nipples, high and proud, through her blue blouse. I felt my cock stir in my pants as imagined her dark eyes looking up at me. I want to seduce a consenting studenT Again the teeter-totter of crash and catch. I could barely see now, through my pounding brain. It was brutal. I was ready to give up, but I felt like I'd already gotten so far. She was primed. I need a consenting student. I'd have to ask before I touched him. I bet the one in the third row in the middle would consenT I should seduce him This one didn't crash, but it wasn't easy, either. Like pushing a car in neutral. I need to seduce him I need to feel the power I can feel from seducing him Finally. It felt like I had suddenly taken off a backpack full of books. Everything was so much lighter now that she had accepted the first pushes. I noticed a drop of bright red on the words I'd written down. I realized I was bleeding. My nose had a thin trickle of blood leaking from it, and a single drop had hit my paper. My headache was blazing, and I could barely see through the pain. What was I doing to my brain with all this? I put my finger to my nose to try and wipe the blood away and it came away wet. I stumbled up from my seat, mumbling and excuse, and pushed through the door, trying to find my way down the hallway to the bathroom. Everything was spinning, and I was having trouble walking in straight lines. I leaned heavily against the wall, every inch of me feeling like it was spinning and being beaten all at once. I could feel thousands of caves from all around me spinning, opening, almost pulling thoughts from me... I tried to shut it off, only having partial success, as I crashed into the bathroom door. I ran water, splashing my face and watching it come away pink. I pinched my nose and sat down heavily on the floor, leaning against a wall, as the whispers echoed to a stop and the pain began to recede. Soon even the walls stopped spinning and I felt human again. I must have taken fifteen minutes, staring straight ahead, as the world returned to normal. Finally, I got up, washed my face one more time and headed back to class. When I got there, I realized that class was over. There were only two other students still in the classroom, both waiting to talk to Mrs. Darling as she packed up her case. I gathered my stuff, including my blood-dotted page of paper, back into my rucksack and sat down for a moment, gathering again. I was going to wait till the others left. If I was getting a brain tumor or something, I was at least going to find out if it had all worked. I realized that the girl talking to Mrs. Darling right now was the shallow cave I had noticed before. She was a short Asian-American girl who was smacking a wad of gum while asking a question that I was having difficulty understanding. Mrs. Darling was too, and she was obviously getting a little annoyed. The girl was fairly busty for her size, since she was about 5 feet tall, but had at least a C-cup. There was some chance her daddy had bought her her chest, since I guessed the rest of her clothes were pretty swanky. She had a Delta Delta keychain, which seemed to explain a lot. Finally she left, leaving it just as me and Mrs. Darling. Mrs. Darling was obviously ready to go and looked at me with her wide, dark eyes. "I'm really glad you came back... I needed to talk with you about something. Can you ask while we walk?" she asked. Her eyes sparkled. "Sure," I replied. How to check to see if it had worked other than just go for it? "I have to leave and meet my husband, so I'm heading to the parking lot... can you follow me? Did you have a question about class?" The material of her sky blue satin blouse was moving delightfully against her tits. I tried not to stare. I saw her notice my stare and gain the tiniest hint of smile. We headed out into the hall and out towards the Erickson building parking lot. There were only a few people in the hallway. "Well, my question is..." I wasn't sure how to play this suddenly. "Hold on, I want to grab my coat from my office." She turned a quick right and pulled out a set of keys, unlocking a door and popping inside. I quickly followed her. It was a small, dark office, decorated in mahogany, but I was looking more at the perfect line up the back of her stockings than the wide desk or abundance of books. She snagged her coat off a rack at the back of the office. "OK! I'm ready to go," she said, smiling. Her eyes focused on me and she bit her bottom lip. "Hey, since its raining... do you need a ride somewhere?" Her breathing was a little heavy. She ran one hand down her long black ponytail. I nodded vigorously, and we headed outside. It was pouring rain, and as we burst out the doors and headed for her posh two seater audi, I wondered at first why we had bothered to grab her coat since she didn't put it on or even put it over her head. She unlocked the door as we ran through the rain and we both jumped in. I glanced at her and realized why she hadn't put the coat on. Her shirt was drenched, wet, clinging to her round breasts and her hard, rain-cold nipples showed clearly as dark circles against the wet blue material. I wondered why I could see her nipples so clearly through her bra before I realized her bra was a demi cup, the black line just underneath her jutting nipples. Wow. As the car roared to life, she looked over at me. "You must be so cold!" she said, maternally, turning the heat on in the car. I noticed her hand dodge to her chest for just a moment and pop open a button on her wet shirt before her hand rested on my knee, rubbing vigorously. "Lets get you warmed up!" The heat was only on a little, but her hand continued to rub my knee. "Is it OK if I touch you?" she asked, glancing at me with those dark eyes, a smile on her lips. "I am a teacher and all." "Yes, Mrs. Darling. Its OK with me," I said. Her hand was slowing, so now it was just a slow rub. Her fingers were under the cloth of my shorts and her rubs were moving further, going inward onto my inner thigh. "Good. I just want to make sure you're ok. I wouldn't want one of my students catching something while I gave him a ride home. You know?" Then she laughed and took her hand off my thigh and undid another two buttons on her blouse, pulling it apart slightly where it lay wet. The tops of her olive breasts were visible now, with the deep, plunging cleavage between. Her nipples were just barely out of view. "That wet material is so uncomfortable," she said, noticing my gaze. Her hand returned to my thigh, unabashedly scooting up the leg of my shorts so that her hand was high up on my leg. She turned onto the highway. As she got settled in to the drive, her hand continued to stroke my thigh, making occasional long strokes that just barely touched my balls. My cock was hard and bulging obviously in my shorts. Her hand came out of my shorts and moved over the top, coming to a rest with her long fingers resting on my hardness. Her fingers moved only slightly, caressing me through the material in almost imperceptible strokes. I closed my eyes as her hand moved fully over me, moving up and down my hardness. "My my your clothes are wet," she whispered. "Mine are very uncomfortable." She stopped rubbing me and I opened my eyes. Her hand was pulling up her black skirt, her other hand on the wheel. When she had it high enough that I could see her black panties, her free hand slipped under her waistband. She lifted one knee up against the side of the car door to better show off the movement of her hand diving for her own sex. I could clearly see her fingers working her pussy and clit as I watched. Her face was flushed with lust and she was letting out little moans from deep in her throat. She turned to look at me. "Do you like what you can see?" she asked, breathily. Her knee steadying the steering wheel, her other hand finished undoing the buttons on her wet blue blouse, pulling it open so that her demi-cupped nipples could taste the cold air. Her other hand continued working her pussy lips. "Does it make you feel good to watch me?" She arched her back slightly as her fingers slid into her cunt. Her other hand took the wheel again. Her breasts were beautiful and firm, nipples jutting out and upwards. The rain was pounding the car, and we couldn't see much outside at all. "I have to pull over for a moment, baby, are you ok with that?" I nodded. She put both hands on the wheel, leaving her firm breasts and black panties exposed and signaled, looking over her shoulder as she changed lanes. Then, taking an exit off the highway, she soon pulled over to the side of the road and stopped, leaving the purring engine running. The rain made a perfect curtain, erasing the rest of the world in a grey, thundering cloud. Mrs. Darling turned almost to face me, her breasts presented like treats and her thighs open wide in the small car. One hand slid down under the waistband of her lace panties again, as the other began to squeeze and massage her left breast, fingers pulling on her large, hard nipples as she stared into me. "Do you like me?" she whispered as her head went back and she closed her eyes. Her fingers worked into her cunt, stroking herself on the inside as her other hand cupped her breast, the firm globe barely moving as she played with it. She moaned as her fingers began moving in and out of her pussy in a rhythmic stroke. She looked at me again. "Do I make you hard?" Her hips were bucking slightly now as she moved her fingers in and out of her cunt. Her breasts were glistening with the tiniest amount of rain water. "I want to see it," she said, never taking her dark eyes off me, looking at me through thick lashes. "Take it out and stroke it for me, if you like what you see." I nodded, my hands opening my shorts and freeing my straining cock. She bit her full bottom lip and moaned as it sprang into view. I jerked myself while I watched her perform for me. "Do you like my body?" she asked, momentarily sliding her hand from her crotch to run her hands up and down her body, over her large breasts, squeezing them together. "Yes, Mrs. Darling," my fist moved up and down as I looked. "Do you want me?" she asked, both hands going to her cunt, her fingers moving over her swollen labia and button clit, her arms pushing her tits up and together as she massaged her cunt. "Oh, yes, Mrs. Darling," I said emphatically. My mouth was dry and my hand continued up and down my pole. She moaned as her fingers worked their magic inside her pussy. "Do you want Mrs. Darling to make you come?" she asked, licking her full lips. "Yes, please, Mrs. Darling," I replied, nodding. Her left hand went back to her tits, twisting one nipple of her firm, round breasts then the other. "Do you want to come watching me? Do you want to make yourself come watching my beautiful body? Or can I help you at all?" she breathed. "Do you want your teacher to touch you?" "I'd like it if you touched me, Mrs. Darling," I whispered, almost inaudibly. I was close to cumming anyway, watching her full lips move as she spoke, and watching her play her tight body like an instrument. "I was hoping you'd say that," she said. She scooted back and leaned over the partition between the seats, reaching for my cock. I took my hand off and felt her warm fingers, still wet from her cunt, wrap around me. Her hand slowly moved up and down my cock as her other hand played with her breast for me. "Do you want to come for me?" she breathed. "Yes, Mrs, Darling." I leaned my head back as she stroked me, her hand warm and soft. "Good. Are you thinking about my mouth? About my lips on your cock?" She licked her lips and her index finger slid in and out of her mouth as if she were sucking it off. I nodded. "Are you thinking about my gorgeous tits?" she asked, her hand sliding down to cup her large breast again, catching her protruding brown nipple between her fingers. "Are you thinking about your stiff dick between them? Maybe covering them in your jism?" I nodded again. "Or maybe...," her hand slid down under her panties to start massaging her cunt again. "Maybe you are imagining your cock inside me, inside your teacher, pumping in and out...?" Her hand stroked my cock faster with each question, her fingers working magic on my shaft. Now she was fisting me furiously and I felt my orgasm begin. "Oh yes... Good. Good. Come for me!" she said, her voice low and breathy. My head went back and my eyes closed tight as my balls contracted, spurting my come onto her warm hand. She continued to move her hand slowly up and down my come-covered shaft, the pearly cream dripping over her hand. Her eyes were locked on my dick and her face was flushed with heat. Mrs. Darling's delicious, full lips were open slightly, almost panting. She milked each last drop out of me before slowly unwrapping her fist from my cock. Pusher Ch. 05 She was looking me in the eyes and her dark eyes were filled with an inner light as her one hand continued to work her pussy, diving in and out now. Her other hand, covered in my cream, went to her high, firm tits, rubbing the juice into her skin and nipples as she finger-fucked herself. Her head went back and she cried out as she came, her tits glistening with my come. "MMm, yes, that was just what I needed," she sighed. Leaning back, hand still idly playing with her pussy. We both rested for a moment, enjoying the sound of the rain against the car. Finally, tucked my penis back into my shorts. "Mrs. Darling, do you think you could drive me home now?" I asked. "Of course," she said. We took a few moments to put together. As she drove me home, asking me for directions as we went, she kept looking over at me and sighing. If I looked back she would smile. We pulled up in front of the long driveway to my house. "Thanks Mrs. Darling!" I said, jumping out of the car and grabbing my rucksack. "We have to do this again sometime," she replied. "OK!" I closed the door and the audi roared away.