Ward Michaels - Lessons After School

Ben stepped quietly out of his shorts, kicked them aside, and fell into her arms. As they kissed passionately again, his hands roamed freely, commanding her youthful body, touching her everywhere, making her gasp loudly with raw desire. She could feel his naked phallus pulsing against her flat belly and rubbed back and forth against it until it leaked a trail of hot precum across her silken flesh. The tip of it fit between her skirt and sweater, and that would do for the moment. More than anything, though, she longed for Ben to strip her bare. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, totally.

Before they were finished kissing, Ben had lifted her sweater, raising it to expose her smoothly pointed breasts. He squeezed them in his big hands, touching her intimately, kneading her tender flesh, bringing fresh gasps from her gaping mouth. She was going to be stripped naked, as though she were a package, a present prepared for male pleasure. She was going to be opened, played with, kissed all over, and fucked to death.

Next his hands moved in under her skirt. It was already hiked up high on her hips, and in seconds his fingers touched the moisture that had soaked through her panties and pantyhose.

"Hmmm," he grunted. "You're all ready for me, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes, my darling," she whispered. Tm more ready than I've ever been for anything in my whole life."

Ben loved the way she rubbed his stiff penis between their bodies, and he knew she was telling the truth. Here he was with her, and her every movement told him how hungry she was for him.

"Take my clothes off now," Betty begged. "Plee-eeeease." Her voice ended in a passion touched whine.

Quickly, with a sureness in his movements, Ben pulled her sweater off over her head. The teacher settled back onto the bed and smiled up at him, her milky white breasts jutting out like small, abrupt mountain peaks. She was so slim that he could see her ribs beneath her translucent flesh, and he was spurred on to finish the job of disrobing her.

Ben fumbled clumsily with the hooks at the top of her skirt, and Betty reached down to help him, opening them quickly and then lying back again. He undid her zipper and eased her skirt down over her softly flaring hips, while she raised them slightly to make the way easier for him. Betty gurgled softly deep in her throat and twisted about lewdly on the bed, every pore singing with raw passion.

"Hurry. Oh, please hurry," she moaned. "I feel as if I'll explode."

"Oh, yes, Baby, I'll do a lot of things. Be patient. The longer we wait, the better it will be. You'll see." Hooking his fingertips beneath the elastic top of her pantyhose, he began easing them down and off. They slid slowly, slithering silkily down her long, tapering legs, catching at her ankles. With a quick jerk, Ben pulled them off. Then he paused for a moment, lifting her slim foot and planting an open mouthed kiss on the sole of it. Betty giggled with excitement.

He looked down at her. All that remained to cover her flesh was a pair of tiny bikini panties, white and lacy. He could see the dark outline of her pubic bush inside. The crotch of her panties was soaking wet, mute evidence of her mounting lust.

Eagerly, Ben parted her legs, and his hand reached in to stroke at the crotch of her briefs, his fingers soaking up the wetness. He licked his full lips, thinking of how her fragrant cunt leakings would taste. He would soon be lapping it up, catching every drop of it on his thick, greedy tongue, glorying in the musky flavor of her.

Her body was quivering all over now, and Ben was half afraid she would climax before he even touched her as intimately as he wanted to. "Oh, God," she groaned, "keep it up. It feels so good when you rub me there."

Positioning himself on his knees between the girl's widely splayed legs, Ben reached beneath her fleshy buttocks, taking the cheeky flesh in both hands and lifting her high. He pulled her to him, bringing her up onto his naked lap, one leg on either side of his waist. Betty giggled as she felt Ben's ten inch cock nudge against her thighs.

He bent his head and began laving and kissing at her inner reaches, his mouth making a wet trail up her milky white thighs, moving slowly and deliberately, touching every inch of soft flesh.

Betty moaned, and the moans grew into broken cries of lust. She tossed her blonde head from side to side, lost in passionate thoughts. Ben's tongue moved on, closer and closer to the warm silkiness of her pants, and she cried out loudly, knowing the man's hotly alive mouth was only an inch from her leaking pussy.

Suddenly, Ben clamped his fleshy lips over her fabric covered cunt. Immediately he began sucking, pulling the tasty moisture of her lace panties and onto his taste buds. Betty pushed hard against his lips, massaging his cheeks with her moist, sizzling crotch, wetting his face with her female wetness.

He raised his face and smiled down at her. "God, you taste wonderful. Do you know that? Do you ever wonder how this might taste? Do you ever run your fingers into your hot little slit and then lick them of-f?"

Betty shook her head "no," half scandalized by his words but at the same time excited by them to new heights of lust.

"You should," Ben said flatly, "because you taste great." He dipped his face to her open crotch again and quickly and greedily sucked up the remaining juice. Sensual sounds came from his mouth, great, exciting slurping sounds, and soon he was pushing his hot saliva into the fabric of her panties and then sucking it back into his mouth.

Betty was going mad. She tossed about on the mattress, hardly able to contain herself. "Eat me!" she moaned. "Eat out my twat. I love it, looooove it! Do it now. Do it forever!" Her fleshy, lushly warm thighs crushed his cheeks, caressing him, urging him on to greater feats of sensuality.

Ben sucked at her until his jaws ached. Then, putting both hands on her upper back, he raised her to him, and they kissed. She could taste the flavor of her own musky cunt, and the sensation served to excite her all the more. He was right. She did taste good.

"Take my panties off now. I want to be free. I want to be ready for you."

"Not yet, Baby. First I want to concentrate on these." He covered each of her firm breasts with one hand, feeling her taut nipples respond immediately, straining with aching erection. He pressed her flesh harder, and Betty raised her chest, reacting at once, longing to give him complete and total pleasure.

Ben fondled her incredibly soft breasts for what seemed forever, and she moaned and groaned louder and louder, sobbing with raw, open passion. Then he opened his mouth and bent forward, covering her slim body with his. With trembling fingers, he lifted one breast to his lips and began to lick its nipple with his rough and smooth tongue. He opened his mouth wider, and Betty felt the warmth of his breath on her sensitized skin. Then his mouth closed over her breast, hard flesh filling his oral cavity. He sucked greedily, his hand massaging her other breast, making her wonder which treatment she liked the best.

Ben sucked and tongue lashed her tender nipple until she thought it would be raw for a week. At last, he took his lips away and moved on to the second, giving it exactly the same passion filled treatment.

"Now I'm ready to take off your panties," he said, raising his head and grinning at her. "Do you want that?"

"Oh, yes, yes, please, yes!" Betty moaned, tossing her head about, her blonde hairs catching in her open, gasping mouth. She was out of her mind with pleasure, totally unhinged, her body in control, her passions raging in a way she had never known before. She lifted her hips off his knees, making his job easier. Slowly, passionately, he lowered her panties, pulling them down over her thighs, revealing the fleecy softness of her cuntal mound. Betty whimpered with delight as the cold air hit her sizzling cleft, still wet from Ben's passionate sucking. Her heart was pounding wildly, and she had never felt more excitingly alive than she did at this moment. She tried to remain still, but she could not. She twisted about, the sheets and blankets bunching up beneath her aroused body. The warmth in her pussy was so intense now that it seemed to reach out and envelope every part of her.