Terone Test 05 Pt. 02

I grabbed it with one hand, and started stroking it. I looked at him, his eyes looking at mines directly, and without moving away my sight, I opened my mouth and slowly let it wet inside me.

My tongue caressed its frenulum first, then went around in circles on its head, and let it go out of the pressure of my lips to repeat it again a second later. Oh, shit, how I wished that cock right now! And if I could, I would get more than one at once...

I took it out, and licked all its shaft, from the base until the top, while still looking at him, and then started to suckle gently the part of its frenulum while my tongue played with it. He closed his eyes. I took out my tongue and made it hard and wide, and started to go up and down with my face tilted a little, so its whole width caressed the back of its tip, while my hand grabbed it from its base.

It pulsated once... twice... and he let out a moan, at the time I moved away my face from it. Already?! A wide and white spurt came from his dick, falling all right in my cleavage. "I won't let that pleasure to waste," I thought, and opened my mouth to make his cock rest and spit inside me, so I could taste that white cream.

With every pulse, I felt how my mouth was getting filled, and my tongue danced with joy around its tip, making him to moan every time. Finally, after the fifth or sixth shot, he relaxed his muscles, and I relaxed my mouth to let it escape from my filthy trap.

"You already finished?" I asked, clearly angry, after swallowing.

"Y... Yes... I will talk to... Mr. Wellington about that... don't worry..."

"Well, I guess one of my aims today has been done, then..." I said as I grabbed my coat and left the office, leaving the door opened.

I could see him quickly getting his pants zipped due to the invitation I left to anyone to look through the door and find his dick out. I smiled for my insides... but my body was still hot and asking me for release... Maybe I should have fingered myself that morning at the bed or at the shower before coming to the school...

Without the coat on, my nipples were visible through the grey top, and my cleavage was more than obvious. With a little bit of luck, the students would be at the classes and would not go to the corridors, so I had a little bit of time until...

"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing..."

The bell rang. Really? I mean, why am I so lucky? The noises of the tables and chairs moving started arriving to my ears. After a while, the doors began to open, and boys and girls, all of them teenagers, started to leave from classes. Some girls looked at me, and some other girls - and all the boys - stared at my breasts. And I... I stared at the better looking boys with an alarming lust in my eyes. If I could... Maybe if I had brought my Ben Wa balls with me...

I entered into the girl's bathroom as fast as I could, and closed the door behind me of one of the bathroom stalls - I always tried to get the farthest one from the door. I sit into the white - and with its plastic cover on - bowl, and I lifted my skirt. My heart racing, my body sweating, and my hands fighting to resist the urge to meet my cunt, now only covered by my emerald colored panties.

Suddenly, someone entered into the bathroom.

"You didn't!", said one of the girls, acting surprised.

"Yes... I did! And it was amazing!", said the other.

"How was it...? I want to know, explain me now!"

"It was... it was... what... what's this feeling?"

"Hm? What do you mean, Tasha?"

"I mean I... I think... Oh, God, I'm... I'm feeling hot... I mean... Shit..."

"Tasha... are you alright? We should go to the infirmary, don't you think?"

"No, no, don't worry. Just... just let's go home..."

Their steps lost intensity with every second passed, but my body felt the same way than before. My hand was trying to make my fingers go inside me, but I knew that if I was caught fingering my sex on the school... Oh, I didn't want to think what would happen!

I was about to open the door of the stall when I heard some steps entering the bathroom. My body stood quiet. The door closed.

"I need it...", said the same voice that had been there before. She seemed to be breathing heavily. "I need it now..."

I heard how the doors of the stalls next to mine were opening one by one. With every door opened, I felt my needs rising, and the impossibility to release myself right there was even more suggestive. Images from Chris' cock passed by, all along with that fountain of cum I saw the first days...

"Oh, shit... c'mon... I can't resist anymore, please, where are you..." said the girl.

The door next to my stall closed. Next was going to be mine. I looked in front of me and I saw that it was unlocked, but when I headed my hands to lock it, it opened suddenly. I made a gasp.

A young blue eyed brunette about the age of Chris was standing right in front of me, looking at my wet panties. She had her college uniform on, white shirt and a black skirt with white stripes, followed by black socks and shiny black shoes, but her breasts were amazing for her age and were clearly tight on that dress. She was for sure one of the points of attention of the whole class between her male friends.

She was staring at me with the most lustful look I had ever seen and, before I could barely move, she came down to her knees and attacked my inner thighs with her slutty mouth. My eyes, wide open, could not believe what I was seeing, but my body wasn't going to stay calm after all the day waiting for release.

Her thick lips kissed my panties, and her tongue started to lick from the very base of my pussy, over my panties, and went all the way up to the clitoris. Her eyes were closed, and her face told me she was dying of pleasure, all along her moans. She licked over and over again all my labia, as a kitty drinks its milk. I tried to resist but I couldn't hold it anymore.

I grabbed her head and pressed it against my body with my right hand, feeling the strength of her tasting muscle against my skin and my cunt. I started to feel how I was going to explode, but I had to control this time... If I squirted the same way I did last time... For sure she would get scared! And I didn't want that... I wanted her angelical face to lick me again and again until the end of times.

Her wet and thick lips rubbing against me while my fluids were falling and flowing to her mouth as if she was drinking from a sacred mountain... her hands around my hips, pressing me against her at the same time I was pressing her head against me, and her closed eyes which told me she was really enjoying it, she really desired it... She was amazing in all senses...

I pinched my nipples, hard through the clothings, with my left hand, and I felt how that loved sensation I was starting to get familiar with came slowly to me...

I got goose bumps. My mind went numb and my eyes and mouth opened wide. I silenced a scream that would have betrayed us, and both of my hands went to the back of her head furiously, pressing her even harder against my cunt, as my hips went up and down making my inner sex go through all along her tongue and making it sink onto the hollow that my pussy lips were forming due to the strength I was putting on her.

I tried to control my spasms, as large and full streams of my fluids started to be shot right to her mouth, making her look as she was drinking water from a fountain and could not swallow it all, dripping and making a puddle on the floor.

She never stopped from licking and sucking, in an attempt of drinking it all. I could see how her uniform had been soaked wet on her breasts. She removed one of her hands from me and put it below her skirt. She opened a little her mouth, letting her warm breath to bathe my sensitive wet labia, which was dancing in spasms with my body, and letting her moans to become noisier.

A last spasm made me scream, without anything I could do to avoid it, and my abs contracted at the same time the last stream of cum came from inside me. She decreased, then, the pace of her licking, and fixed her eyes on me. She got up and, with the sensual movements of a goddess trapped in the body of the most beautiful girl I had seen until that day, unbuttoned her uniform and took off her bra, letting them both fall to the wet floor, and making me crave to possess that body in front of me, with her tight big breasts pointing at me with her hard nipples.

She made a movement with her head, telling me to do the same. I quickly obeyed, as I was still astonished and confused between her beauty and my recent orgasm. With my butt on the - now warm - bath plastic cover and my back standing on its cistern, I sit up straight and removed my top and my bra.

My breasts bounced, released from the pressure, and I sighed as it was a release for me too. Her look hadn't change at all, and now she was staring at my nipples. Slowly, she started approaching.

She put her hands on the sides of the cover, pressing her breasts against each other as she moved closer every second towards me. At the pace time, my body moved back, slowly, until it got on the same position it was before. She sit down on me, her wet panties touching my wet panties, and took her torso closer to mine.

Her arms encircled my neck, as our nipples touched, and with the passion of a dancing fire but the calm of an expert hunter, her lips touched mine. Our tongues started to move, dancing with each other, feeling the taste of my cunt on hers, feeling our nipples rub our skin until they found each other and collided, only to continue moving forward just a moment after and starting all over again their personal tango.

Without moving away her lips from mines, she put one of her hands on my thigh, and started to move her hips as if they were weaves of the sea, twisting with a beautiful and melodious rhythm. The fabric of our panties rubbed each other, and transmitted the brush to our sexes, craving to be touched without walls between them.

I moved my hand and caressed her clitoris. She put away her face and let out a sigh, biting her lip. Then, I pushed aside our panties' fabrics, making our labia to finally find each other and fulfill their desire. She increased the pace of their movements, and she closed her eyes.

Oh, I loved it... every time her nipples touched mines my cunt let go a cascade of fluids that mixed all together with hers... And I could see she loved it, too.

Her breathing accelerated as she started to move her hips faster. The rubbing between us was making my body to reach the edge again, and this time it seemed we would end at the same time. Her wet pussy was dripping wet, and I felt the drops caressing my labia and travelling through my inner thighs.

Suddenly, I heard her moan loudly, and as I saw how her body started to make contractions, she hugged me and kissed me with lust. I responded her opening my mouth so our tongues could meet again, and hugged her at the same time I grabbed her hair with one hand.

And, then, I felt it. A warm and short stream of liquid was shot directly into my clitoris, as her body spasmed and her mouth opened widely, muffling. Once... twice... three times, each of them with a little shot of her warm juices, each time shorter and weaker, with a little contraction of her whole body and pressing me harder against her... ... ... and her body relaxed, and fell victim of the exhaustion between my arms, letting her head rest between my breasts.

"Oh... my... how... I haven't... oh..." she mumbled, as if she was dreaming.

I looked at her. So fragile, now that her lustful look had vanished. Her hair, a little moistened, half because of the sex, half because of my orgasm, rested peacefully on her face, with her eyes closed and a slight smile drawn on it. I smiled. And I softly kissed her front. She opened her eyes slowly, and looked at me, smiling wider.

"My name... my name is Tasha..."

"Mine's Tina..." I smiled again. "A real pleasure to meet you."

Both of us laughed, clearly exhausted, but still awake, after all.

"We... I... I mean... I don't know... but... maybe, I could see you again, sometime?" Her voice sounded scary, as if she didn't want me to misunderstand her words.

"Babe...", I said dubious, "you know you are a lot younger than me... And, in fact, if someone now opened the door and found us here, we probably could get in a very serious trouble..."

She didn't stop looking at me, but now she looked scared, worried. Maybe it wasn't that bad at all... I mean... well, it was bad. Of course it was. But what the hell, I wanted it and she wanted it too! "I'm sorry Chris, but we're going to have somewhat more in common than just your teachers," I thought.

"I... I understand..." she finally said, taking down her gaze.

"Hey, Tasha..." I said softly, "I haven't said anything about a 'no'. Just... we'll have to be careful..."

She looked at me again, eyes wide open and a wide smile, again, drawn in her face. Somehow, I felt a warm sensation filling my insides, thinking of that pretty girl... she was going to be more than just one of the hottest girl I had ever seen... and fucked.

"What do you think if we get dressed? Maybe it would be a good idea, wouldn't it?" I suggested.

"Ah, yes... you're right! But first..." she got up and, with an impressive flexibility, she came closer to me and opened her legs, putting one of her feet up on the bath's cistern. Her pussy stayed less than half an inch away from my mouth. "You haven't tasted it, yet..." she said, showing her white teeth while smiling.

I stook out my tongue, and licked its whole length. It was wet, yet, and I could drink what I thought it was the most delicious cunt I had ever tasted. Maybe it was because it came from her and I already liked it, or maybe because it really tasted like youth, beauty and crazy pheromones at the same time. I sighed.

"Next time, you won't escape from my fauces, pretty little cunt..." I said, talking to her pussy, and slapping it a few times with my hand.

I looked at her, and she smiled again, lovely.

Chapter Five: Chris

My History book was wide open, as well as my eyes. My mind, however, was not reading anything. In fact, the last three or four pages I had read had passed away as soon as I reached the next one. I hated to study. At least, things that wouldn't mean anything years from now. I turned back to the beginning of the chapter. "18th century: the French revolution". My eyes rolled white and I closed the book.

The house was quiet and silent. Mom had gone to school - or so said the note she left written on the fridge door. It said she would be late for lunch, so I had already eaten and I started to study for the History exam I should do once I got back again to school. "Maybe I could fake another faint...", I thought.

My mom wouldn't believe me, and the professors neither. But, c'mon! I had things more interesting to do than studying like... like... other things. My cock pulsated. "No, not you! I mean other things, not you!", I yelled on my insides.

At first it had been like a blessing, but I was starting to get tired of this. I had to go carefully every second if I didn't want my mom to notice the biggest boner she had ever seen for sure, or to avoid the postman to think I was pointing him with a shotgun under my clothings. I had to be thinking every now and then to be calmed and not to think about anything that could wake my sexual interest. And it was frustrating, and tiring.

I wanted mom to get home already, because I knew that as soon as I turned on the TV or I stopped studying, she would get home and wouldn't believe that I had been studying all these hours. In fact, I hadn't, but she didn't know that and if I kept studying until she was back, I would be more credible.

The door rang.

"Have you forgotten your keys, mom?" I yelled, and opened the door. "Oh, miss Jameson... What can I do for you?"

My neighbor - one that lived a little far from our home, but still a neighbor and one of my mom's friends since long time ago - was standing on the door. She had her eyes reddish, as if she had been crying, and when I opened the door she seemed surprised.

"Oh, I'm sorry... I... I thought it was another one's house... Sorry...", she said with her hands on her face to cover it, as she walked away.

"Miss Jameson," I repeated, "What can I do for you? It's me, Chris."

She turned again to face towards me. Her brown eyes froze on mine, as her curly hazel hair swung by the thrust. She wore a dark violet coat, with only two buttons at its middle height that kept it fit. A black skirt with violet irregular spots were the preceding of her tall sock covered legs, culminated on her shiny black shoes.

She had always liked me, in a physical way. Of course, she was much older than me - I didn't know it exactly, but she was older than my mom, and could be twenty years older than me - but I always thought she had a sexy body and maybe she could teach me some things I didn't know yet...

"Chris... is it... is it you?" she said, clearly confused. "I saw you no more than two months ago... how the hell... I mean... oh... sorry..." I followed her gaze. My cock's shape was visible through my pajamas' trousers. I quickly closed slightly the door to make my cock be out of sight. She looked at me again.

"Sorry, Chris... is it... your mom in there?" she asked, clearly blushed and uncomfortable.

"No, it's not here yet, but she should be here sometime soon. Did you need anything? Do you want me to tell her something?"

Just then, I saw my mom appear from the corner.

"There she is!" I told her. As soon as she saw her too, she ran to her arms and hugged her, and started crying loudly. I decided that this was none of my business anymore, so I closed the door and entered home.

As soon as I closed the door, I looked angrily at my penis. I had to take control over it, but I didn't know how. And I would not masturbate because he wanted me to, though it was harder every second that passed... both things were harder...

I started to go up the stairs when the door opened.

"Bye, Carla! See you in a while!" said my mom as she closed the door. She looked at me, then at my trousers, then at me again. "Carla is going to come home for dinner. She has to explain me some things that she has gone through these last days, so I'd like you to go to your room as soon as we finish the meal, if you don't mind."

"Of course, mom. No problem."

"It would be great if you took a shower and put on some clothes apart from your pajamas... You know, I don't think we will be comfortable with your big cock seeking for attention... I mean... What the...? Just... take a shower. She will be here in a few hours and we will have dinner early. Understood?"

I took a while to react after my mom's comment about my cock.

"Chris!" she yelled at me to get my attention.

"Yes... yes, mom! I will take a shower in a while and I'll be ready for dinner!"

"Sure you will... now go!"

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The door rang at half past seven on the evening. Mom opened the door, and Carla entered. She was wearing makeup, with bright red lipstick on, and a rejuvenated face. She was wearing the same coat I saw her with before, but once the door closed, she unbuttoned it and let the house shine with her presence.

A tight red dress with an V-neck made everyone's sights to go to the same place, even my mom's. Her amazing curves were now visible through the thin and tight clothes, and provocative black stockings could be seen from a mile away. It seemed like she wanted to go to party after dinner with my mom - which maybe was the initial plan.

My mom was more casual dressed. Her big tits made her always look good with every kind of tight clothes, and she knew it. Her pale skin contrasted with the red low cut long sleeve shirt she was wearing, with a wide cleavage that, from my point of view, let me see the black borders of her tightened bra. However, they looked soft, as if they were resting peacefully upon the shirt. Sometimes I asked myself how I would look her if she was not my mom...