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School Aide Ch. 01

By: Freddieboytoy



Background

It was my last term of my senior year in high school. I finally had something called a free period. At 18 I had enough credits including my current term's courses to graduate. Thus I had one period out of the day that I didn't need a class to fulfill graduation requirements. My scheduling allowed me to have my free period as the last period of the day.

Down side, I still had remain on school premises.

So, I decided to see if they needed any help in one of the offices.

As luck would have it, I was able to be of assistance in one of the counselor offices. Ms. "A" was the counselor I was assisting. I mainly did filing chores or went to a classroom to summon a student for a consult with Ms. "A", and then escort the student back to class. Time generally passed by quickly. I looked forward to my free period, as Mrs. "A" was a wet dream for me.

She had frosted silvery hair. In her early forties. About 5 feet 2 inches. Petite in stature, with small, pert breasts. I guessed them to be a handful, which later on would define my standard for perfection.

But her greatest features were her legs. She wore short dresses that barely came to mid thigh, and showed off her figure. She also had light blue/gray eyes that seem to always sparkle. When she smiled, her eyes would twinkle. Her eyes suggested a lot of life behind them.

I think that she was not aware of how her dress affected me.

On many occasions I would catch my breath as I watched her bend over to retrieve a file, watching the dress ride higher and higher up. Revealing more and more of her shapely, supple legs. I often imagined that I might someday get luck and see a glimpse of a stocking top, and hint of bare skin. Her legs were truly a sight to behold and enjoy. And as I said I did believe that she was unaware of how her charms affected me. On these occasions, my cock would swell, causing me to shudder as it wrestled to find freedom from the tight confines of my jeans.

As summer was drawing upon us, her dresses grew lighter in weight, and on occasion more revealing. It was for these days that I lived.

One dress that I can still see in my mind and causes my cock to still flutter is a light green one. Scoop cut, low enough, that when she leaned forward, I could see her silky pale green bra encasing her wondrous orbs. Her breasts seemed to form two perfect mounds, with a small valley between. My cock would give me fits as my eyes enjoyed the vision before me. My imagination completed the image by seeing two hard eraser tips jutting out from the very tip of those heavenly hills. Two engorged nubs that would be so sweet to feel between my lips, and the beginning of a mouthful of her sumptuous treats. Ahhhhhh, I silently sighed as I felt pre-cum ooze out of the tip of my cock and a growing wet spot wet my cockhead.

I noticed that Ms. "A" was looking at me with a amusing expression on her face. I think she enjoyed my growing blush as I quickly looked askance, the blush my outward sign of being caught with my hand in the cookie jar. A cookie jar worth enjoying as I was to find out later.

After being caught, I noticed that Ms. "A" leaning forward on several occasions, always catching my glances, and always smiling as I blushed. I think she enjoyed knowing that she had a hold on me. On one occasion, she came around from behind her desk, and casually sat on top of it. I was seated at my work area, and when I looked up, I saw her sitting right across from me.

My heart caught in my throat.

Her legs crossed over at the ankles, but what had my riveted attention was the hemline of her dress. It was now just inches below her thighs. I was treated to a vista of her shapely legs as never seen before. I could see the green cast shadows of her stocking clad thighs beneath the dress. I could see where the seam where the leggings gave way to the crotch. And I could see a teasing hint of the pale green of her panties. And my cock was like a flagpole, desperately trying to find room to worm its way into.

Then her legs crossed.

And I almost swooned. As I caught the briefest of glimpses of more of her panties, before settling for a glimpse of her thigh almost to her shapely ass.

At long last, I looked up, and was greeted with a look of amusement and bedevilment. Ms. "A" was in control and she knew it. Our relationship was taking a turn.

Ms. "A" slipped off the desk, but not before giving me a melting micro glimpse of her panty covered pussy, as she slid off. I was spellbound. After all, I was an eighteen year old testosterone factory, in a school with 6,000 males. Yes, I was attending an all male school. And the woman staffers knew this! Over the course of four years of enduring several teachers teasing, I had come to appreciate this quality in a woman. Lord knows, they were fully aware of their potential power.

As I said earlier, the school year was drawing to a close.

I two short weeks I will have fulfilled my rite of passage. I would graduate.

Little did I realize just how much the upcoming two weeks would be in fulfilling this rite of passage, or that graduation would mean more than just cap and gown.

Ms. "A" seemed to be more relaxed and open after the little teasing incident.

Her demeanor changed. I felt as if I had crossed a line. I was no longer just an aide. We chatted more. And on occasion, when she knew the coast was clear, would innocently bend over, providing me with a peek of her heavenly orbs, or a glimpse of her luscious thighs. She knew that I found her attractive, and I sensed that she enjoyed this knowledge that she owned a part of me.

It was the next to last Friday before graduation.

She wore the same light green dress that she had worn the day she found out that she could easily have my undivided attention. Same silky, shimmering, pale green bra. Those two magnificent orbs topped with two eraser tips poking through. She enjoyed my apparent discomfort as my cock fought for any free space to claim.

It was just passed the end of the day, the dismissal bell had rung several minutes ago, and the pandemonium of 6,000 students eagerly seeking exit had died down to a trickle.

We were alone in her office. She closed the door, and pulled the window curtain down. I heard the clasp of the lock being engaged. My heart felt like a jackhammer. What was up?

Ms. "A" turned around and leaned back against the door. Was it for support? I don't know, but with her hands clasped behind her, her chest stood out, and for the first time, I had a sense of her breasts straining to be free. It was only in my imagination, but I could see her firm breasts, pushing against the confines of their silky captors, begging for release.

Her perplexed look suggested she was wondering what was going through my hormone addled mind.

She then came over and slipped up onto her desk, facing me.

Her feet dangling.

Her thighs slightly parted.

And time stood still.

My eyes riveted.

My heart feeling like it was going to burst.

My ears picking up the sound of the pounding surf – my heart beating so loudly.

Beneath the green cast shadows of her dress I could see that she was wearing a different type of pantyhose. Something I hadn't seen her wear before. Before I was witness to glimpses of her supple thighs beneath a thin layer of pantyhose. On that memorable day just a couple of weeks earlier, when I had been given a tease of a view of her panties, it was beneath her pantyhose. Today the pantyhose had been replaced a different style. One I had never imagined existed. For you see, I was still a virgin. I was not worldly wise or even sexually street smart. So what I was seeing was both highly arousing and new. In more ways than one.

Ms. "A" was wearing a pair of pantyhose that was crotchless. I was treated to a view of the top of the sheer material, and bare skin above.

And as she slowly parted her legs, I was privileged to a most private show of her most intimate self.

It was my first time seeing a woman's glory in the flesh. Up to that moment, my sightings of this most holy of shrines was confined to Playboy magazines. Ms. "A" had them beat!

Her pussy was neatly groomed, with just her lips framed with silky snow colored glistening hair. Glistening and shiny from what evidently was her nectar. I might have been a virgin, but I did have some rudimentary understanding of biology, and knew that when a woman was excited, she would glisten here.

I could see that her lips were puffy, and her pussy looked like a flower, with the petals unfolding.

I sat there transfixed, and unable to move.

And before I knew it, the curtains closed. She slid of the desk, came over to me, and gave me a hug. I felt her firm pert breasts pres against me, and felt her right leg press knowingly against my hard cock.

She ran her fingers through my hair, and said that she had a special graduation gift for me. Could I pick it up at her apartment. Tomorrow.

I didn't have any plans for Saturday, and nodded silently, cursing myself inwardly for being so naïve, and appearing to be such a twit. But, looking back, I think it was my lack of understanding in these matters that appealed to Ms. "A".

She smiled and gave me her address and directions. Three O'clock. And I was in a fog. I felt her tousle my hair as we un-embraced. The last thing I remember before I walked out of her office was her smile.

I was walking on air on knees made of rubber.

My cock chaffing with each step.

I made it home, but could not recall the journey.

The object of my focus and vision, the woman who would define both physical and spiritual high water marks for my transcendence from boyish loaf to early adulthood.

Ms. "A" would set in motion an appreciation of the finer qualities that maturity offers in the seasoning of experience.

To Be Continued...

School Aide Ch. 02



Saturday –

Arrives and with it a whirlpool of emotions and feelings. I couldn't get the vision of yesterday afternoon out of my mind. And I trembled wondering what her graduation gift was going to be.

I primed myself, making sure that I was as adult as I could imagine being. I wanted to make a good impression. No longer just a high school teenager, but a person about to complete a rite of passage. Little did I know that I was about to experience a rite of passage only a shadow of anything envisioned in those moments spent relieving the build up of raging hormones.

I bounded out of my house and made way for the subway. The means to arrive at my destination. I wanted time to fast forward, and would have glad been able to teleport myself instantly from here to her apartment. Damn science fiction!

Finally

I stand before her apartment building.

I press the buzzer to her apartment, and anxiously await the buzzing sound. Time seems to stand still, as I imagine this all to be a charade. My legs soft and wobbly. My heart racing. My face flushed. Is this a dream. I am lost in dark thoughts....

The shrill sound snaps me out of my reverie.

And the sound of her voice, tinny and small in the microphone sends waves of relief washing through me.

This is not a dream. I am here. Just moments away from seeing her. Being in her apartment.

I push open the heavy wrought ironed screened glass door and enter the foyer. I breath in the air, trying to get a sense of her place.

I look up the stairs and see her at the top of the first flight. She is smiling. My heart melts.

I take the steps two at a time. I would have tried three, but I feared that I would have tumbled and made a fool of myself. The thought of bodily damage not entering my mind.

She took my hand as soon as I was on the second floor, and the smile she held my gauze with as she led me to her apartment both stilled my heart and caused my pulse to race.

Swish –

The door closed.

And my eyes began to adjust to the dimness of her place. The curtains were all drawn, letting only a dim glow to be cast through them.

A slew of candles were lit, their warm glow bathing the room with light and scent.

And she stood before me.

Wearing the pale green dress.

And a smile.

Was she nervous? I wasn't sure.

I know I was. My mouth feeling so dry and parched all of a sudden.

As if on cue, she asked if I needed something to drink, soft drink, juice, or ....

The or.... was an open invitation. The first of several memorable ones that day.

"Water would be fine" I mumbled.

She said to take a seat, and I did on a sofa.

She went into the kitchen and came back with two glasses of water.

As she set them down on the coffee table in front of me, my breath caught.

The neckline of her dress dropped forward.

And I had clear vision of her.

Unrestrained!

Her breasts hung down, forming perfect hills. The peaks, hard dark pink nubs surrounded by perfect circles of pink.

My cock immediately responded, and I shifted to allow my cock room to grow.

Was this part of my graduation gift?

Her voice brought my eyes upward.

I saw her smile and the twinkle in her eyes.

She came over to me and put her hands around my neck. The scoop of her neckline revealing her charms more closely than ever. I was in heaven. She was an angel.

She shimmied slightly, causing those twin peaks to softly sway. And I closed my eyes and moaned.

A giggled escaped, followed by "Do you like what you see?"

I was dumbfounded.

Did she have any doubt? Did she not think that she was the most perfect vision I could ever imagine?

I speechlessly nodded. My eyes searching hers.

With her smile still captivating me she sat down next to me.

I quickly took a sip of water, knowing that the glass was shaking as I sipped. I carefully set the glass down again, and she took my hands.

We looked at one another.

Unsure.

I didn't know what to do.

I knew that I wanted to kiss her.

To taste her sweet full lips.

And slowly as if we were dancing, we came closer and closer together. Soft warm breath blowing across, before lips gently grazing one another.

Arms closing in circles around one another.

Lips caressing.

Parting.

Tongues gently meeting and becoming one with one another.

Hands caressing softly, exploringly.

My hands confirm that what my eyes saw was not a mirage.

They wandered her and there.

No gentle ripples of material beneath material. Only the bare essence of her.

I was getting light headed knowing that I was holding her so close and that she was so bare, yet so dressed.

Our kiss became more passionate as the heat within us rose.

Her hands reached in back of her and took mine into hers.

And she slowly brought them around.

To her sides.

I could feel the hardness of her ribs, and the beginning swell of something much softer.

Her hands continued to slowly guide my hands.

My hands being drawn to feeling the fullness of her.

My hands trembling as the fullness of her filled them.

Soft, yet firm. Supple. Feeling the very tips just protrude beyond my pinkie. Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Was this heaven?

My hands were encouraged to caress her. To feel her warmth. To savor her.

I felt the two hard nubs, and gently rolled them between my fingers.

She stopped kissing me.

Her head falling backward, eyes clinched shut, and her lips pursed as a low moan escaped them.

As she leaned backward, my hands were now freer to explore he wonders of her.

I gently kneaded her supple flesh.

Luxuriating in the softness of her.

Her orbs full and yet soft.

Yielding.

Her breathing heavy.

Laboring.

My pulse quickening.

My cock straining.

She opens her eyes, and they are glazed.

She takes hold of my hands and slowly stands up.

She is shaky, but does make it.

And she takes my hand and gently pulls me up.

We have to go someplace.

To Be Continued... 



School Aide Ch. 03



I let her guide me.

Slowly we make our way.

To her bedroom.

The window curtains are drawn here too, so that the light is the dim glow cast through them. Candles are lit on the two night stands and her dresser.

She leads me toward the bed. Each step raising the heat within.

Her hand lets go of mine, and she turns to face me.

She slowly begins to pull up on her dress.

I stand transfixed.

Shaking.

Is this real?

Is my idea of the perfect woman about to reveal herself to me.

Fully.

The hem raises, and her gorgeous legs are suddenly uncovered.

Higher.

Thighs bare themselves.

My breath quickens.

Suddenly the juncture comes into view.

The soft whiteness of bare skin.

The pewter colored tufts of glistening blades, dew bedecked and shiny.

Lips pouty, swollen, and unfolding like petals on a flower.

Giving way to the softness of her flat stomach. Her small insie, an eye in the center of all that softness.

Stomach giving way to the swell of her ribs.

Her ribs giving way to the swell of her twin mounds. Each capped with a hard, swollen, dark pink nub, framed by two perfect pink circles that act as targets for those two sexy points.

Suddenly my face was covered. I inhaled, trying to ingrain her scent. The scent that permeates the thin material that had so recently covered her lusciousness, flung over my head.

And suddenly my vision cleared, as she rips off my head covering. Depriving me of enjoying the fragrance of her freshly washed and lotioned skin. But now teasing other senses as there before me she stood.

In all of her glory.

She beckoned me to draw closer.

I held her in my arms, my fingers absorbing the softness of her satiny smooth skin. The ridges of her shoulder blades, the ripples of her spine, the swelling softness of her flairing hips and supple firm ....

Her hands pulling up on the back of my shirt, hands caressing my naked skin.

Our lips parted and united. Tongues busily exploring.

Her breasts pressed tightly against me, her thigh pressing me....

She slowly slips my shirt over my head, and then I watch as she slowly sinks downward.

She is kneeling before me. Her face even with my midsection. Is she softly blowing her warm breath on me? My knees tremble. My cock strains to be free.

Her fingers unbuckle my belt.

And then undo my button.

My zipper echoes as she slowly, teasingly draws it downward, being ever careful of the swelling member just beneath.

At last the zipper clears the peak, and slides easily down.

Her fingers slip in between my skives and me.

And she begins to tug on them.

My hard engorged member offers resistance.

Slowly she is able to expose me inch by inch.

My cock suddenly springs forth, free of its entrapment.

Only to be entrapped once again.

My knees do give now, and she braces me. Her hands wrap themselves around me as her fingers grip my buns, pulling me toward her, leaning against her.

As her mouth comforts me.

I close my eyes and my head rolls back.

The warmth of her mouth just arouses me further.

Her mouth continues to imprison me as she lowers my jeans and skives, until they suddenly freefall to my ankles.

She urges me to kick them free as her face moves back and forth, washing wave after wave of pleasure over me. A pleasure not even comprehended in my dreams.

Her lips slip backwards as my cock pops out of her warm mouth.

I am in awe.

I look down, and the vision before me makes my glistening pulsating cock jump.

Her eyes sparkle in their merriment. Her nose rubbing my cock, becoming shiny and wet.

Her breasts, pointed downward, two rounded orbs, topped by those two hard pink nubs.

Her ass jutting backwards, heart shaped.

God, I want to savor her. To suck and nibble on those two swollen tips. To kiss, lick and taste the two halves of her heart shaped ass. To savor the essence of her womanhood. To pay homage to all that she would offer.

She stands and leads me to the edge of the bed before pushing me backward.

And she lands next to me.

Her fingers immediately find their mark, and wrap themselves around my hard still glistening cock like a glove.

I feel the soft swells of her breasts press against me as her lips find mine.

Her fingers moving to the same rhythm of her tongue in my mouth.

I feel the steady beat of her heart.

And then slowly I feel her lips moving downward.

She kisses my chin, and I inhale the scent of her shampooed hair.

And I feel her lips gently suck on first on nipple and then the other, and a current shoots down through me.

Her tongue laps at my belly button, and I feel a jolt surge downward.

Her chin grazes my pubic hair.

My eyes close, and time seems to stand still.

Lower her chin slips, until I feel it graze my cock.

Her lips lapping and licking at my hairs.

My cock a stiff spear standing straight upward, enclosed in her softly sliding fingers.

And then....

To Be Continued...



School Aide Ch. 04



Her fingers release their grip, and I feel warm breath blowing gently on the head of my cock.

Warm breath gives way to the caressing of lips.

Lips parting.

Slipping down.

Wrapped around the ridge between head and shaft.

Tongue licking at the small opening.

Ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

I want to return the sensations. I only hope that I can give back to her what she is giving me.

I have a deeply rooted desire to feel her thighs pressed on either side of my face. Her pussy just grazing my lips. Her pussy glistening. I wanted to taste her essence. I had heard that this was the sweetest taste that a man could experience. She was creating within me an ever deepening desire to feel her pussy press against my lips, and an offer of her essence flowing freely, waiting to be lapped up, and savored.

I had heard of something called sixty nine, and I now wanted to desperately experience it. I wanted to pleasure her to the fullest. As she was doing to me. I was experiencing sensations that I could only dream of.

With a strained voice, I asked her to turn around.

It felt delicious as she turned around, never relinquishing her hold on my cock.

And then I felt her thigh pressed against my cheek.

And slowly raise up and over me.

The vision of her womanhood sent shivered through me.

The outer lips pouty, swollen and puffy outer petal, with wet, glistening inner petals. Her thighs were wet from her juices. Juices I was eager to lap up and taste.

As she lowered herself on to my waiting and hungry mouth, I inhaled and was delighted in the scent of her arousal.

I pulled her toward me, wanting to feel her groomed hairs rubbing against my face, as my tongue sought refuge in the silky warm confines of her.

I bucked slightly when I felt the warm wetness of her grazing my lips. My tongue acted on its own volition, and thrust into her. Tasting the sweetness of her essence as it freely flowed from within.

I continued to lap up her offerings, and my fingers were busy caressing her supple buns.

I could feel her breasts mashed against my stomach rubbing back and forth as she gently rode my face.

I didn't realize that she had stopped sucking me until I felt her lips once again slide down my rock hard shaft.

After a few minutes she stopped sucking me.

I could feel her forehead brushing my cock, and her fingers softly caressing my balls, as I continued to enjoy the feast before me.

I slowly slid my tongue upwards. Feeling the soft petals slide past my tongue.

And then I found it.

Her hard nubbin.

Distended.

Available.

Inviting me to nibble.

As I wrapped my lips around it, I felt her tremble and shudder.

And her pussy press more urgently against me.

I softly twirled this engorged pleasure bud between my lips, all the while feeling tremor after tremor course through her, and buck after buck as she rode my tongue.

I wanted to feel the other hard nubs, and see how they responded to touch.

I slipped my hands between us, and held her soft yet firm mounds. I kneaded them in my hands, relishing the softness, and feeling the hard tips in the palms of my hands.

I softly rolled each nubbin between my fingers, feeling the ridges as I tweaked them. I tugged on them gently, all of which caused my lover to press herself against me harder. It felt like she was trying for us to become one.

I continued to caress her hardened nipples and lap at her pleasure bud, sensing her tension build. Her breathing becoming more labored. Her muscles tensing up.

She continued to grind herself against my face with increasing intensity.

And then I felt her stomach rise backward, and her thighs spasm.

Moans escaped from her lips as her grip on my cock tightened.

Spasm after spasm coursed through her.

This was my first orgasm to be shared with a lover.

And I was hooked.

I couldn't imagine anything better than to feel my lover loose control and let herself go, succumbing to her desire for release.

She continued to haunch and spasm, moan and groan, until they slowly ebbed. And then she suddenly collapsed against me.

My face still buried in the sweetness of her.

Her thighs now soft and almost lifeless.

She seemed to be spent and exhausted.

Yet she stirred, and with remorse on my part, slowly turned around.

She cradled her head in my arm, and caressed my face.

Her lips met mine, and she tasted herself. She urged my lips to part, so that she could slip her tongue inside my mouth, our faces now sharing her essence.

The kiss started slowly, but built in passion as she regained her strength.

And then she whispered that it was my turn.

With a smile she said "Wow", and "I thought I was going to give you a gift today", as she slowly stroked my cock.

She asked me what I wanted, and I just said to enjoy making love to her.

The smile on her face told me that we were going to share something unique.

She slowly straddled me.

Her pussy lips grazing my cock.

Her eyes smiling.

As she sank down and engulfed me fully.

Impaling herself on my cock.

It felt incredible.

The warmth and tightness caressing me.

She had my cock buried fully, our pubic bones crushed together.

She didn't move after impaling me.

Just letting us experience the sensations of being one.

I could feel the tip of my cock brushing against something soft and warm.

And my balls were being squeezed between our legs.

And then she began to rock back and forth.

And I erupted.

To Be Continued... 



School Aide Ch. 05



The sensations of her pussy massaging my cock were too much, and I let loose.

I could feel spurt after spurt of my cum shoot forth. It felt like ropes of cum erupting.

And suddenly her pussy was now more slippery.

As she continued to rock back and forth, we could hear squishing sounds, as my cum began to ooze out of her.

We both laughed as it sounded funny to both of us. She marveled at the amount of cum that she felt flooding her within. She said she could feel several of the blasts.

I told her again that I was a virgin and this was my first time. I thought I saw her shudder slightly when I said this.

I couldn't imagine losing my virginity to anyone else.

After my deflowering I was now able to enjoy the sensations of making love. Her pussy felt incredible, soft, warm, like a velvet glove.

Her pussy felt molded to my cock.

She continued to ride me, marveling at the fact that I had just cum, and that I was still rock hard.

I cupped her swaying breasts and enjoyed rolling her nipples, and tugging on them. Seeing them pull her breasts taut. Evidently it must have sent a current through her as I felt her pussy clutch at my cock. She leaned forward, and those glorious mounds moved closer and closer.

Until the hard pink tips brushed back and forth across my lips. As the fullness of her breasts massaged my face. The scent of her body splash overwhelming my nostrils, pressed deeply in the valley of those soft, hot supple orbs.

My lips part and wrap themselves around one of the hard nubs. Feeling the microridges of the folded engorged tissue. Sucking greedily. My tongue flicks across the uneven terrain of this morsel. My lips rubbing across the outer pick circles of this bullseye. I feel the little bumps within the pick circle graze my lips.

My mouth opens wider, and the hard nubbin slips inside. My tongue lathers it as I suck in the handful of softness. I gently bite down, sucking. Feeling her firmness beneath the softness. My cock twitches as my mind envisions her feeding me. I gently buck back and forth. I would gladly spend eternity here. But her other breast deserves to be attended to.

I slowly pull my head back, drawing her nipple outward, enjoying the feeling of it stretching out from her. Feeling it become taut and straining as I continue to draw her nipple out.

I suddenly release my hold on her nipple and feel it slip out from between my lips.

My tongue leaves a wet trail from the ravaged nipple, through the warm valley to the hard nub of her other breast. I enjoy feeling her press herself against my hungry mouth. Mashing her supple flesh on me. Feeding her desire and arousal.

My fingers holding her in place, as they cup and knead her sexy ass. Her pussy, dripping with her essence, bathing my impaled cock with this offering.

I continue to orally pleasure her breast, while my fingers caress her ass, working ever closer to the warm, satiny smooth center of the valley between those two full cheeks. Her pussy rewarding me with a continual stream of her flowing honey.

She rears back, pulling her glistening breast from my wanting mouth, as my finger presses against her sensitive back door. Her eyes clinched tightly shut, her breathing deep and ragged

She pushes backward.

Is she inviting my finger to slip past the satiny softness of her rosebud. Would she welcome my finger penetrating her.

She bucks back.

And my finger suddenly slips into her.

It is so warm.

And tight.

Her ring clutches at my knuckle.

And my finger feels like it is wrapped in warm, soft silk.

I move it in a lazy circular motion, enjoying the feeling of the resilient glove like texture, occasionally feeling it press against my hard cock just a thin membrane away.

A moan escapes from her as she pushes back hard. Burying my finger to the hilt in her hot tight cavity. My hand pressed in the valley between, feeling the hot humid wetness of her other cavity oh so close at hand. 

My finger buried deep within her backyard, while she has my cock impaled deeply in her front yard. A moment of pure ecstasy. 

She slowly moves back and forth, riding my finger. Her ring slipping up and down, caressing me. I am amazed at the heat surrounding my finger. And the softness. It feels like my finger is buried in warm butter. Sliding in and out as she continues to gently rock back and forth. Pleasuring both places. Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

I feel as if I am in heaven. Her hips undulating, riding my embedded finger, and my impaled cock. Impaled might not be the right word, as her pussy is a most welcome hostess. Her pussy has made me feel so at home. Inviting, gracious, warm, beckoning.

Her eyes open slowly, looking dreamily, and with a sigh and a sexy smile, she asked me if I was up for more.

To Be Continued...



School Aide Ch. 06



What a silly question.

I wasn't sure what, but I knew that with her, it would be something beyond anything I had ever dreamed.

Once she knew the answer, it was her turn to surprise me again.

My still rock hard cock, slipped out of her sticky wet pussy. And my finger slipped from its inviting confines, as they grazed the warm twin softness of her satiny smooth buns.

As she held my gaze, she slowly slid downward, leaving a trail of stickiness on my leg as she went.

And then her fingers clutched my cock, and her lips grazed the tip of my shiny sticky cock.

Lips parted and her mouth slid down. My cock disappearing into her warm, magical mouth. My mind was in turmoil as I tried to come to terms with what was happening. Her lips and teeth, tongue and mouth soon brought me back to the moment.

She softly sucked my cock, licking it clean.

She then clutched my hand, and brought it close to her lips. She gently inhaled. Her nostrils gently flaring as she let the scent register.

She pries my forefinger upward and then I feel the softness of her lips grazing it. Her tongue wet her lips as she caresses them with my fingertip.

Warm breath blows on my fingertip just before she pulls my finger into her mouth.

Her lips close, wrapping my finger tightly, as she slowly slides my finger in and out of her mouth. Her tongue bathes my finger, softly slithering around it. Her cheeks sucked inward. A vacuum. 

She continues to have her way with my finger. Licking it clean with her warm tongue.

The finger that had so recently been delightfully buried in the warm recesses of another orifice. 

My finger slipped out from her as she now went back to working her magic on my manhood. Her lips brushing the tip of my cock. Lips slipping downward as her mouth engulfed me. Oh so warm. Lips buried in my hair. Pressed against my bone. The tip of my cock slipping past her uvula, finding the tighter confines of her throat. Ooohhhhhhhhh, damn…. 

And I was still rock hard and shivering, buried so deeply, surrounded by so warm and friendly lips.

Suddenly I had an urge to see what eating her would be like.

Would I be grossed out?

And then I thought "Why should I"?

If she was willing to pleasure me in this manner couldn't I at least try it?

I asked her if she would mind turning around.

She looked up at me with questioning eyes, her mouth still engulfing my cock. I shivered looking into her eyes.

And found the strength to tell her that I wanted to see if I could give back to her what she was giving me.

The youthful exuberance of youth.

With a silent "are you sure" look in her eyes, I said yes, and slowly she shifted.

I felt her thigh brush my face.

And the scent was heady.

The scent of sex was musky.

As she lifted up her leg to straddle me I saw before me the effects of our lovemaking.

Her neatly groomed hairs were caked with our essence. My cum had oozed out of her, thick, and ropey. Her pussy looked swollen, and her thighs were caked too.

Was I game to do this?

Her pussy inched closer. Was she deliberately taking her time? Was she unsure of this? Or was she worried that I might be?

I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her towards me.

Our questions answered.

It felt weird at first to be lapping up our juices, or more particularly my cum. It tasted rather salty and the texture sticky.

But after a few moments, I was lapping up us. And that was rather arousing. Especially since she was doing the same to me. I was open to the possibility of post fucking sixty- nining in the future. There was something erotic about it.

As I continued to savor us, I sensed a change in her. Her breathing was slower and more labored. And she was now pressing herself with greater intensity, on me. She was riding my tongue! She was no longer unsure, but in the pre-throes of an orgasm.

I thrust my tongue deep into her, before letting it slip up to her distended nub. A few flicks and she let loose with her second orgasm. I enjoyed feeling her spasm and convulse, until once again, she was spent. Feeling the intensity of her release ebb slowly, her quivering pussy become more serene, her freely flowing juices become a trickle, her thighs become slack, and her pussy just resting on my lips, her stomach no longer quaking, but soft and relaxed against me. Ms. "A" was setting the mark for what pleasuring a woman could do for me. There is nothing better to me than feeling my lover give in to her desires and find her release.

Her pussy was welcome to stay where it was, as I enjoyed the vision as well as the other sensory delights.

But alas, all good things come to an end.

She unstraddled herself, but continued to suck on my cock.

It was now my turn to enjoy something.

Her head bobbed up and down as her lips engulfed me and then let my shaft reappear. Her fingers were busy caressing and kneading my balls, sensing something impending.

I could feel my balls begin to tighten, and told her that I think I was close.

She bobbed her head back and forth, as if to tell me that she knew.

And she continued to make love to my cock with her mouth, all the time drawing me closer and closer.

She wanted to finish this.

And I should enjoy this.

This was her gift to me. Or part of her gift. 

And so I laid back and softly stroked her head, feeling my balls tighten up.

And then I felt the first rope surge through my cock.

And fill her mouth.

She continued to softly bob her head, trying to match the rhythm of my blasts.

She tried to swallow all that I had to offer, but some of my cum oozed out.

After I stopped spurting she licked up all the cum that had escaped her the first time.

My cock twitched softly as she lapped at me with her tongue.

And she marveled at the fact that my cock was still hard. I told her it was because of her.

And she smiled.

And wondered, did I have the capacity for making love again?

To Be Continued - 



School Aide Ch. 07



I gently slapped her on her butt and asked her what did she think?

She took my gesture as a yes.

Oddly enough the little slap on her butt would be a pre-cursor of things to cum.

She gave my cock one last very wet licking before mounting me again. She impaled herself on my cock, burying me to the hilt. I marveled at her ability to swallow my cock like that, and she just smiled.

She continued to ride me, rocking back and forth, and I played with her swaying tits and nipples.

Her pussy caressed my cock. I felt as if I was sinking into a velvet lined glove. Her folds wrapped around my shaft, inviting me deeper. When impaled fully, her pubic bone pressing mine. As she gently moved back and forth, her slick matted hairs rubbing through mine. My balls imprisoned between our thighs, pressing against her warm buns. 

After riding my cock for several minutes she asked me again if I was good for one more round.

I asked her if she thought my cock was up to it.

That was all it took.

With a wicked grin she said that she had enjoyed my cock in her pussy and then her mouth. And now it was time to see if we would enjoy another place.

I could only wonder.

And then she pulled up and my cock slipped out of her inviting pussy.

She leaned over me and whispered that I was about to take her virginity. That she had heard about what we were about to try from friends, but never had the opportunity to try until now. The stimulation from earlier was all that she needed to fuel her current smoldering desire. 

And then she whispered that "I want you to fuck me in my ass." She evidently got her answer as I bucked and groaned.

I pushed her off me. She had removed something from her night stand, but I had my own ideas. I was on fire. She was the gasoline.

I pushed her on her stomach. And told her to get into a kneeling position. With a questioning look in her eyes, she yielded.

I knelt on the floor, and pulled her hips toward me.

As I buried my face in the warmth of her.

Her cheeks pressed tightly against mine.

My lips pressed firmly against the small brown ring of her rosebud.

I lapped at it.

And she exhaled sharply.

I pulled her tightly against me, inhaling the musky fragrance of her rose.

The taste was tangy.

Her rosebud yielding slowly to my thrusting tongue.

The tip just slipping past her rear gate.

Into the warm satiny portal. 

She began to move involuntarily, thrusting backwards.

Her buns pressing more tightly against me.

Her rosebud fluttering.

My tongue pressing forward.

A deep sigh escapes her as she pulls away, my arms releasing her. She lays motionless, her limbs askew. Her breathing raspy. Her body quivering.

Her buns flushed from pressing against me.

Her rosebud glistening. Wet. Like a flower in the early morning, covered with dew. The satiny ridges shiny. The petals unfolded slightly. A flower ready to be plucked and enjoyed for its beauty.

The tigeress within her aroused. A passion awakened. A desire needing fulfillment.

She beckons me off my knees. Climb back onto the bed. It is her turn to push me.

Onto my back.

She engulfs my steel rod in her mouth, and coats my cock with a generous portion of saliva. My cock glistens as she is now ready to have her way with me. She straddles me, and with a sexy smile, slowly lowered herself on to me. She reached back and positioned the head of my cock at the smaller saliva coated opening.

She pressed down slightly, trying to allow her rosebud to relax.

The pressure of my cock against her continued, until we both felt a sudden push.

"Pop"!

The head of my cock had gained access.

Her rosebud was opening up.

It felt tight.

And warm.

She held still for a few moments.

She looked down at me and said that it was a bit painful, but that she had been told that the pain soon gave way to pleasure.

I didn't feel any pain, just a type of pressure that I hadn't felt when we made love up to now.

It was very arousing when I heard and felt the "Pop".

I was glad that she was on top, so that she would be in control.

I found out that I enjoy having the woman on top at times. There is something special about knowing that whatever they are doing, they are doing because it feels good to them. And I enjoy knowing that making love is pleasuring them.

After a few moments, she looked at me and slowly began to sit down.

I could feel my cock slowly sliding deeper into her.

It was a slow ride, and she stopped several times, eyes closed, and teeth cinched.

And then, I felt her buns pressed against my thighs and her pussy rubbing me.

She had me buried inside her.

Her eyes opened and the smile told me that she was happy.

It was time for me to close my eyes.

It was so different.

It hit me suddenly that she was sharing with me something that she hadn't shared with anyone else. She was giving me a piece of herself in a way that no one else had shared with her.

Was this her ultimate gift to me?

I knew then that she would forever be a one and only.

And then I felt her begin to rock back and forth.

And I trembled.

As my cock slid in and out of her.

In and out of her hot, tight ass.

She gradually increased the tempo until she was rocking back and forth rapidly. My cock sliding in and out, the sensation incredible.

And then she whispered that it was time to change positions.

That she wanted to feel me fucking her.

Fucking her in her ass!

I shuddered as she said this to me.

Here was this goddess, taking a boy, and making him a man. Sharing herself fully and in a way that she hasn't shared with anyone else. Before today all I had were wet dreams of what it might be like. And now, I was experiencing making love, love with a beautiful, sensual, sexy woman, a woman I could only dream of, and now, we are doing something I never had dreamed of. And enjoying an experience that I knew would be special forever.

Ah, the innocence of youth. And the resilience. To be able to be up for all of this.

She slid up until my cock slipped out of her completely.

But before she got up, she looked at me and winked as she lowered herself once again.

This time, filling her pussy.

I closed my eyes and moaned.

As her pussy swallowed me.

Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

She sensed that I might be close and reluctantly pulled back.

My cock slipped out of her, and she got off of me.

She told me to stand up and she got on her hands and knees on the bed.

She thrust her ass back over the edge of the bed. Her ass was still shiny from the lube.

I placed the tip of my cock at her winking starfish and easily slipped back inside her hot tight ass.

I gripped her hips and began to fuck her. This was the first time that I was doing the fucking, and it felt different. As I said, I have come to enjoy the woman being on top. I enjoy it when they control it. It is arousing to me to know that she is doing things to pleasure her, and that my pleasure comes from seeing her pleasured.

She rocked back and forth in synch with my thrusting.

At times my cock was buried to the hilt in her, and at times the tip of my cock was all that was in her. Once in a while, my cock slipped out completely, and she wiggled her buns and told me to get my cock back inside her ass.

The last time this happened, I was close.

As my cock slipped back inside, I could feel my balls begin to tighten.

Ms. "A" felt my cock begin to throb, and she began to rub her clit. Evidently her fingers were doing their magic as I felt her plundered rosebud begin to quiver. That was it.

My cock throbbed and the first jet of cum exploded deep into her ass, followed by several additional blasts. My cock felt bathed in my own juices and slipped in and out of her churning ass easily. I continued to fuck her pulsating ass until her own orgasm subsided.

She continued to rock back and forth, fucking my cock with her now very lubricated ass. I finally began to soften, and she continue to ride my cock until it slipped out on it's own accord.

I flopped down on the bed and she curled up next to me.

She whispered how she felt rather sexy and naughty. She could feel my cum oozing out of her freshly fucked ass, and now knew what her friends said about anal sex to be true. Would she confide in them? She wasn't sure. If she did, it probably would be on a girls night out at a pub. It would take some libations to lower the guard and share this.

And we kissed. And snuggled. And basked in the afterglow.

Her fingers slowly working their way down.

Rubbing the wetness.

Caressing.

One final gesture.

She slides down.

Lips grazing my nipples.

Sucking gently.

My eyes closed.

A moan rolling forth from me.

Her fingers softly stroking my slick cock.

And then –

Her lips graze the tip of my cock.

The tip of her tongue flicks at me.

Another flick, slower.

And then a lick.

Warm breath.

And lips opening.

Sliding.

The warmth of her mouth comforting.

Until she has me wholly engulfed.

I shudder thinking about what she is doing.

What she is offering.

And my cock twitches.

And swells.

And fills her mouth.

She nibbles and bites gently as she makes love to my cock again.

Is there another round left in me? I don't know.

Her head bobs up and down gently.

Her fingers cradle my sticky balls.

I ask her to turn around.

This time she doesn't ask.

Her thighs straddle me.

Her recently stuffed rosebud glistens.

I pull her closer to me.

Her pussy meets my lips.

I begin to savor her once again.

In time we both shiver, tense up, release.

And cuddle, spent, and breathless.

We drift off to sleep together, the wet spots drying, becoming just memories.

Thank you Ms. "A"

As we find out, our relationship doesn't end here, but flourishes. We have found a kindred spirit within us.

Other gifts were freely given. Other times shared. She may have been older by some peoples standards, but in my eyes, she was and is "ageless". Forever beautiful. Always sexy. And sensual. A lover. And a friend. Passionate. And my counselor.