thedudewiththemood

“You’re so cute! You know I always want you to take what you want.” She looked towards the stall door. “Even if it gets me fired. Come here.” She took my hand and drew me closer. She stuck out her tongue and licked my now dangling cock at her eye level. She took it all into her mouth. “I just wanted a mouthful of your cum and I get this. My cock obliged by weakly dribbling a few drops of cum into Carol’s warm mouth. “Mmmm….best thing I’ve eaten all day.” She lifted up on one cheek and wiped her bum with the shirt. It was drenched with semen. “I’ll have to hide that one in the trash,” she smirked. “Hand me my panties. I’ve got to clean up in the ladies’ room. I’m supposed to meet my husband for lunch in 20 minutes. I hope he doesn’t notice I’m walking funny.” She pulled her panties on, smoothed her dress and arranged her hair in the mirror. She wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon.” She disappeared quietly out of the door.

“Lick me right here,” she said, spreading her pussy lips and touching her clit with one hand.” “If you lick me here, I will be in heaven.” I reached the tip of my tongue and just touched her clit, flicking my tongue gently. “Oh hell yeah…just keep doing that…” Carol grabbed my hair and held my face in her pussy. She ground her clit against my tongue. My face was covered with her juices. Her pussy smelled wonderful. I think I developed my lifelong love of eating pussy in that moment. “Mmmmm…ohhhh…oh God…mmmm.” Carol moaned, her breathing becoming more rapid. She dug her heels into my back as she rubbed her pussy harder against my tongue and face. “Awwww…yeah…yeah…GOD!!” Carol’s body tensed and thrashed, her back arched sharply as she came in my mouth. “Wow…oh my God…your tongue feels amazing.” She released her grip on my hair and let me come up for air.

The school year was coming to an end and I was busying myself with spring sports. I was doing track and field, distance events like the 1,500-meter run. I also tried my hand at pole vaulting, which did not go well. I had to quit vaulting before I really hurt myself. One particularly grueling Friday at practice, I noticed Mrs. B. in the bleachers watching. Faculty often wandered out to watch teams practice or play, but Mrs. B was rarely among them. She lingered when the practice was over, so I went over to say hi. She seemed genuinely happy to see me, even though she had been quite aloof in class or in the hallway.