Lindsay bucked under me as I took her tit in my mouth. The tightness encasing me intensified as she shrieked, and one hand flew from my back. She held my head to her chest as wetness drenched my pelvis, and I groaned while her liquid pleasure announced another orgasm. My date came hard as I continued to piston in and out, slowing the assault until I came to rest as deep as I dared inside of her. Her constricting tunnel convulsed agonizingly around my thickness as I sucked her pink nipple, sliding my other hand from her neck to caress her free breast. I teased her other nipple with a pinch and slight twist, sending her deeper into an ecstasy that threatened to release my own.

A moment of clarity sparked in my brain as I lightly thrust into the young, fertile girl. My bare cock, dangerously close to her quivering cervix, with nothing in the way of the torrent of semen soon to erupt from my tensing balls. I tried to pull my head back, but the climaxing girl held me tight with her breast locked in my mouth. A dangerous throb inflated my cock further with every twitch bringing me closer to release within her orgasmically snug, steamy, juicy embrace, and I wanted nothing more than to let loose. To flood the girl with as much sperm as I possibly could, and part of me hoped the deposited seed would take root in her belly. But, even as lost in lust as I was, I couldn’t simply unload without proper consent. Least of all in the tight, perfect pussy of my daughter’s best friend.

My hips pulled back with every inch of my withdrawal a new test in resolve. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I pulled away, threatening to send every glistening ridge of my protruding cock back into her convulsing depths. Again, part of me longed to give in, desperate to accept that as her consent, assuming it as her wordless way of begging for my load inside of her. The rest of me made another backwards retreat with the hand leaving her breast. I pulled my pleasure soaked cock from her pussy with an audible sshplop~, sending a sudden jolt through her body as my thick head grinded up over her clit.

After a single stroke up my lubricated length my testicles unloaded a creamy batch of potential onto her belly. Sticky ropes of cum spattered onto her tummy, and I grunted with each spurt from my tip as I painted her glistening skin. I held her chest in one hand and my pulsing cock in the other, spasming just a bit with each burst from my member. As my orgasm faded I realized she was looking at me from her position on the couch. Lindsay had collapsed back, fully relaxed against the cushions as my semen rained onto her. Creamy globs speckled her breasts and low chest, with most of it starting to smear down from her calming abdomen as her climax ended.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the look on her face. One of abject relaxation, mixed with frustration and plenty of lust still in her eyes. Her arms were at her sides with both hands laying palm-up beside her shoulders. Fogged glasses sat askew on her face as semen oozed down her features. She genuinely looked like she’d been fucked into the couch, which I suppose technically… Soon she joined my laughter, a soul enriching echo that can only reverberate between lovers. Not something I expected from a one time thing or brief encounter.

“You pulled out?” she asked, a bit of surprise in her voice.

“Um… yeah, well…” I started dumbly. It was the right thing to do, I was sure of it. So, why did I feel so awkward? “It… we didn’t really talk about…”

“I’m on birth control, Dr. Paulsrudd,” she said with a smirk. Her breasts rolled into one another as she sat upright on the couch. “Fire away next time, will ya?”

“Next time?” I exhaled, turning and sitting beside her. It wasn’t meant to be a question, but I felt as though I needed to get it out. How had I not figured… I’d assumed this was just going to be a one and done scenario.

Lindsay adjusted her glasses on her face with one hand and leaned against me. She placed a hand on my shoulder with her chin resting on her knuckles as she sat on her legs beside me. I smiled next to her, a familiar stirring already happening again when her breasts moved around my arm. The mess on her chest clung to my skin as she leaned forward, and she placed her other hand in my lap.

“It’s so messy otherwise. Just let loose inside.” A shiver tingled down my spine as her lips crept closer to my ear, and I could feel goosebumps spread across my skin. “Every last drop…” she whispered, close enough to brush her nose against my ear. “…down my throat…,” her teeth nibbled my earlobe, and my erection returned. “…up my ass…” my stiff, messy cock was in her hand again, stroking me as she sent sultry words into my ear. “…or ~deep~ into my tight little pussy~”

I fell backwards onto the couch as her hand worked up and down my slick pole. The cooling, congealing mess I’d left on her torso clung to us both as she played with me, and I watched her work with a grin. It was clear we were far from finished tonight, and I wondered what the future really held for us.

“So, which hole will it be, ~doctor~?” she asks as she stands at my feet. Her hair shimmers as she bows over my lap, and I feel tongue swirl over my tip before she dips lower. A groan rolls from my lips as her mouth takes me inside once again, and I involuntarily buck my hips up as she bottoms out. My tip collides with the back of her throat, and she holds herself onto me as she tries to recover. Slowly, she begins to pull back up, suckling all the way and leaving a renewed shine to my thick cock.

“Mouth?” With a smirk she steps forward. Her legs straddle mine, and I marvel again at her gorgeous pussy. Those pink folds part over my tip, and she lowers herself onto my lap. I watch my tip pierce into her, gasping my pleasure as I disappear into her ravenous depths. Inch after inch gets swallowed by her perfect little pussy as she fights against her moans, trying to remain unphased and in control of the situation. I resist the urge to reach up and take her, wanting nothing more than to seize her waist and fuck her full of whatever cum I may have left. Eventually, she rides back up my length. It’s clear that she doesn’t want to pull off, but the game has been made as her hand takes my glistening pillar from her tunnel.

“pussy~,” she says with considerably less vigor. Her hand strokes up and down, as she moves a little more forward. The lust in her voice makes it clear that’s where she really wants it, and we’re definitely on the same page. Then, the cock she’d lubricated with her juices nudges the puckered hole between her firm cheeks. Pressure builds as she lowers herself, and the determined pain etched on her face is almost enough for me to put an end to it.

“I think we might need more lubrication for that-” I start, offering the girl an out. My words fail as her back door spreads around me, and my cock slowly slips into an impossibly tight space. What I’d been trying to say is locked in an expression of pleasure as she takes me deeper, slow and steady, easing my full length into her ass. Before long she’s sitting on my lap, her legs wrapped around my waist, our faces inches apart.

“ass, professor?”

Quick breaths shiver into us both as we look into each other’s eyes. I lean forward and kiss her neck, opening my mouth to sink my teeth into her skin as my hips roll beneath her. My hands slide to her waist, holding her steady as I send shallow fucks into the young girl, and she hugs herself to me while I enjoy her body. Each stroke brings me eyerollingly closer to release as I take the girl’s ass, and I long to obey her command.

“fuck you full,” I snarl into her neck, hardly recognizing my own voice.

The thrusting remains shallow, but each stroke jolts into her. One hand glides from her waist while my tongue flicks against her neck, and I take a fistful of hair. She moans louder as the sex turns dominant, and I can feel her fingers rubbing between us. Her hand teases her vacant pussy as I stuff myself into her tightest hole again and again, nibbling my way up her neck to her ear. I bite her earlobe playfully as my next orgasm spills into her, and let her sit on my lap as my cock pulses against her restrictive embrace.

Grunts brush into her ear as my balls strain to feed more potent cream into her. The pleasure mingles with pain from so many releases so soon, but I know that I’ll forever try to keep up with her sexual appetite. As my pulsing shaft gushes its third load, I simply hope for some reprieve while my partner fingers herself on my lap.

We exhausted each other in the best way on the couch. My nineteen-year-old university student turned blind date, Lindsay, rolling her hips on my lap as her fingers worked tirelessly between her open thighs. My stiff cock finished pulsing against the snug confines of her once forbidden ass, depositing the third creamy load of the night within her young body. An earlier release still clung to her pale, glistening skin, congealed to her belly and breasts as her rippling flesh glanced across mine.

It was all so incredibly intoxicating. I quickly became lost in our carnal delights, and just as quickly found myself tumbling down. Even as her liquid pleasure gushed between us, streaming as a warm geyser from her loins, regret blossomed in my mind. The tantalizing song of her climax did little to dissuade the encroaching feeling, and my inner conflict began anew.

She seemed to sense the change in me as her latest orgasm subsided. Her fingers had anchored themselves into my shoulders as she lost herself, and I took great joy in watching her generous bust jiggle as she rode each wave of splendor. Those pink nipples begged for attention, but I couldn't bring myself to indulge on this youthful temptation any longer. My softening, well spent cock emerged from the hole I'd filled, and her eyes settled on my face.

I didn't match her gaze right away. My hands remained on her ass, groping greedily at the firm cheeks I'd been guiding up and down my pole mere moments ago. She'd been in my life long enough - the best friend of my daughter since before middle school - to know how her beautiful eyes must be burning into me. Digging in from behind those red frame glasses, as though she's trying to read my mind.

“what's wrong?” she asks in a small, concerned voice. I look up now, worried about the slight quiver in her words. “did I do something…?”

“No!” I interject much too forcefully. My hands glide from her hands to her waist, and I feel filthy for holding the naked girl at all. “I did som- it's… we shouldn't have…”

Words failed me. In my decades of being a teacher, all the lectures I'd given, and everything thrown my way, I'd never felt the need to scramble for words. My eyes dart around as I search for what I want to say and how to say it, but I can't begin to translate the betrayal I feel in myself. The last thing I want is for her to feel in any way responsible, but-

“Three times,” she says with a grin. Giggles shake the girl on my lap, and I struggle to keep my eyes from enjoying a tour around her flawless form. She sends a hand through her crimson hair, guiding loose strands from her face and smirking at me when she catches me watching the way her coconut-sized breasts sway with the movement. “Must be frustrating to not get your post-nut clarity until three loads in…”

“Yeah…” I agree uncertainly. My eyes finally find hers, and I can tell she's messing with me. Clearly she wasn't feeling the regret or betrayal, despite having been with someone twice her age? My mind raced in the “post-nut clarity,” trying to make sense of this. “You… don't regret anything?”

A scoff preceded the words from her plump lips. “Not at all. Like I said, Dr. Paulsrudd. You were my first crush~”

There wasn't much resistance as she leaned forward. Not that I had much chance to avoid, but even if I could I honestly don't know if I would have. Her eyes drifted closed as her face moved closer, and a shiver trembled down my spine with her arms wrapping around my shoulders. I felt her fingertips dancing between my shoulder blades as her lips found mine, and my tongue surfed a groan into her open mouth.

The university has standards and restrictions about this kind of thing. I have… had my own set of morals about it as well. But even after the brief moment of clarity, any desire to put an end to this budding relationship abandoned my mind. Greedy hands roamed from her hips, grasping and groping her smooth flesh as they wandered. I held a rounded cheek of her ass in one hand while bracing her back in another, feeding her beastial growls while she let her wet fingers weave into my hair. Our tongues slithered against one another in the renewed lust - or maybe there was more here?

Rumbling echoed in my stomach as another bit of clarity struck. Our kiss broke with a groan from my lips and a giggle from hers, the sweetest sound to grace my ears. I looked up into her eyes as her hands moved down my scalp, my partially erect member sampling the intimate warmth between her legs as she settled on my lap. Her hands rested on either side of my neck as she kissed me again, quick pecks to my lips that threatened to ignite the passion all over again.

“someone’s hungry,” she muttered breathlessly. I groaned as her words send warm air across my face, resisting the urge to grab the back of her head and-

A grunt shuffled up my throat as my cock throbbed painfully, and she grinned down at me. It was a wicked grin, full of horny, malicious intent as she gyrated over my lap. Her warm, wet lips slipped over my stiffening appendage with each sensual pass, and she let her open hand rest at the base of my throat. Slender fingers gently squeezed my neck as she tormented me with her juicy entrance, and it was all I could do to hold her ass for dear life.

“Someone’s insatiable…” I groaned in reply.

Her lusty giggle confirmed my playful accusation, and was only silenced when her lips again sealed to mine. Another rumble resounded from my stomach, echoing within my hungry hollowness as her glorious warmth taunted my tip. The kiss was difficult to maintain as we both smiled and began to giggle, and her stomach returned the hungry sentiment. Our lips pulled away, and I gave a playfully accusing scoff… along with a slap to her ass which ended in a lingering grope.

“Someone is hungry, hmm?” I said with more sass than I've used with anyone other than my daughter in several years.

Tonight really had been good for me, I could feel it in my soul. The connection I felt with this girl - this woman - it was genuine, whether I wanted it to be or not. It could be just a passing fling, one night of intense passion, but something tells me our story is just getting started. But… how to tell Alisha?

Lindsay winces with another whining groan from her stomach. I worry she somehow found a way to read my mind, and begin to search for some way to explain. Though, I assume she's had similar thoughts, given she set herself up on a romantic outing with her best friend's father. Instead, she reminds me of something rather inconvenient.

“we… left the food at the restaurant,” she said with a pained expression. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders with her heavy breasts squished against my chest. “I could make something for you here, but I'd hate to scare you away with my… culinary expertise.”

I couldn't help but laugh as I kissed her. Our lips found each other as we let our laughs crash together, and I relished the feeling of her tongue against mine. She and Alisha had made meals for me and my late wife, and later just me. They never turned out quite right, and resulted in a tradition of ordering pizza after their kitchen experiments. My fingers squeeze her shapely rear as we hungrily devour one another, so achingly close to diving into another round of passion on the couch, but our bodies have another need just now.

“How about this…” I start once our lips managed to pull away once again. She was thoroughly distracted, merrily kissing and licking down my neck and onto my chest as I spoke. “We skip to the pizza. You get a shower going while I order, and I'll join you when it's on the way.”

Her lips, tongue, and teeth make formulating any kind of plan extremely difficult, but I get it all out fairly well. She nibbles her way up to my ear as I finish, and sits down on my lap. My cock narrowly misses her slick entrance, and I groan as her smooth pelvis glides down my length. Her hand holds me against her as she gingerly moves up and down, stroking my manhood with her body as her lips brush against my ear with every word.

“don't keep me waiting…~”

It's not much, four simple words. She utters five syllables that nearly make me spill over her belly, but all she gets is a shudder as she pushes herself from my lap. I sit on the couch, watching the toned, naked girl get to her feet. She adjusts the red framed glasses, pinching the narrow arm with her index finger and thumb, looking every bit like a sultry librarian, then turns to walk away. Scarlet hair bounces with every step, and my eyes ride her curly locks down to her firm, jiggly ass as she walks from the living room.

The shower kicks on before I realize I'm alone in the living room. My mind races, wheels spinning on a road of ice as I try to get myself in gear. I stumble to my feet and search through absent pockets, my hands slipping down my bare thighs as my eyes glance about for my pants. Or… phone… was it in the car? Where? I fumble through pants pockets, jacket, pants again, and finally find my keys! No… phone.

Finding my phone at last, I call our favorite pizza place and order the usual. We order from them so often that I know we have roughly half an hour until they're here with the pepperoni goodness. My phone hits the couch as soon as the call ends, and I practically sprint down the hall to the master bedroom, following the sound of the running shower. Steam billows from the open door like a misty cloud, and I can hear the faint, musical hum of my daughter’s friend-turned student-turned lover mixing with the rushing water. It soothes my soul and makes me feel… good. Like I’m whole again, repaired in a way even I didn’t fully know I had been broken. My vision blurs with tears I barely knew were forming, and I made sure to blink them away before entering the bathroom, as well as clearing my throat to fight the sudden lump twisting itself into knots.

Lindsay’s distorted form turns in the translucent glass as I step into the bathroom. Her curves are exaggerated by the fogged, water-streaked glass, until she presses herself up against it. I groan my delight through a smile when her breasts flatten against the barrier between us, with her pink nipples pinned firmly under her pillows of flesh. My hands itch to feel them again, and I eagerly move towards the shower while she continues her blind teasing. She kisses the glass as I place a hand on the horizontal bar, and I hesitate while her plump lips expand with the pressure of her squeaky kiss. Before I can snap from my stupor, the sliding door opens with her lips leaving a streak across the glass, and she stands smiling at me on the other side.

Warm water cascades down her stunning body. Her alabaster skin bears a pink tint from the heat, having joined the red staining her chest and cheeks from the excitement of the night. I hadn’t seen her glasses in my haste to join her in the shower, but noticed they weren’t on her face. It made sense, I suppose, though it did make her look noticeably different. The thought made me chuckle a bit, thinking that was the big difference in my daughter’s longtime friend. A lack of glasses, rather than clothes in general, or the way her naked body glistens like polished marble with streams of water twisting and rolling down to the tub.

My stiff cock throbs as I let my eyes linger on her utterly flawless figure. She giggles and grabs my natural handle, then gently pulls me in. The water bites my skin with fiery intensity, but I quickly get used to the temperature difference as we stand under the showerhead. Her hands work my shaft, and I clutch her shoulder with a groan as she works the soap into my hardened organ. Frothy bubbles build up around her hand as it glides along my rod, and she carefully squeezes and kneads her hand around the mushroomed head.

“fuck,” I gasp, wondering if this is the first time she’d done this. It seemed almost too practiced to be her first, not that I really minded.

She smiled while looking down between our bodies, and I tucked the damp hair dangling over her face behind her ears. Her eyes flicked up to mine as she continued to clean me, and there was almost something guilty in the way she bit her lower lip.

“sorry,” she said with her eyes going to the side. “I’ll sometimes do ass-to-mouth, and definitely pus-to-mouth, but ass-to-pus is where I draw the line…” Her hand releases my soapy cock as her words trail off, and she turns to rinse in the raining stream. She continues with her back to me. “I was really carried away out there, I’m sorry if I came on too strong, or gave the wrong~”

I stopped her without a word. My hands took her by the shoulders, and I turned the young girl so her back was against the porcelain wall with both hands on her waist. Her explanation halted with a surprised moan as I pushed her against the wall, and my lips quickly found hers. She put up no resistance, melting into our kiss with her arms steadily rising and wrapping around my shoulders. The hot water continued to fall against us as our tongues danced together, the intimacy of our moment growing with this basic understanding. I let one hand climb her body, intentionally brushing her breast on the way to caress her face.

“You don’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” I said, matter-of-factly. It should have gone without saying, but the grateful look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. She must have been with some real winners before. My heart broke for her as I brought my head down, nudging my forehead against hers in a genuinely compassionate way.

Our half hour was rather somber. An uneventful shower, where we did little more than hold one another, and then drying off separately once the shower was done. I worried the passion was done, but ultimately decided it may be for the best. When the doorbell rang, I let her know she was welcome to wear whatever she liked, she knew where Alisha’s stuff was, after all. I figured she could borrow whatever for the time being, and I could go grab her dress from the car when she was ready to go. Or, maybe she’d just wear something of Alisha’s home, and return it later, coming up with some explanation about how she happened to have the borrowed clothes without going into details about our night.

I quickly pulled on my pants in the living room and went to the door. Having already paid over the phone, there was little more to do than give the driver a generous tip. The pizza smelled divine, ‘like a teenager’s juicy pussy,’ I blushed deeply on the way back to the bedroom at the invasive thought. Pizza, sodas, and napkins in hand, I enter my bedroom to find Lindsay laying on the bed with my blue robe loosely covering her prone body. It wasn’t quite what I had in mind, but part of me is more than a little happy to see her wearing it.

She’s laying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows with her feet elevated over her butt. The mounted TV is on, and she is skimming through options on Netflix for something to watch. My robe is almost certainly intentionally draped over her, laid flat over her body, laying open on the bed. She’s using it like a blanket with sleeves, and smiles knowingly at me when I enter with food.

“Yay!” she exclaims excitedly. “I figured you wouldn’t mind if i made myself comfortable?”

The last word comes through a devious smirk, and she rises on her elbows, crossing her arms under her chest to show there is indeed nothing else under the robe with her. I walk to the bed and place the pizza beside her, then move to set the sodas on the nightstand. Her eyes are on me all the while, and when I turn to look back at her, I see she’s sat up on the bed. The robe is arranged down her front, barely covering both breasts with her thick thighs concealing the object of my desire with her legs hanging from the side of the bed. I open my mouth to say something, but she cuts me off as I approach.

“I thought I’d already taken care of those…” she says with an exaggerated sigh, reaching forward.

The robe slips from one breast as her hands grasp the waistband of my pants, and I raise my hands slightly while she sends them down to my ankles. My aching cock springs free again with a throb at her face, and she quickly takes it in one hand. Her eyes look up into my face, shimmering behind a pair of red-rimmed frames once again, and she casually strokes up and down what may as well be a perpetually hardened shaft.

“much better~”

Her voice is like silk, and every pass of her hand threatens to free a necklace of pearls onto her glistening chest. The motions of her arm are almost enough to send the robe tumbling from her shoulders, but I’m too impatient to wait for physics and gravity to do my bidding. I reach down and nudge the soft garment away, eager to see her body in all its glory once more. Her pink nipples stiffen against the cold as they come into view, and I pinch one between my fingers. She leans back as my fingers tease her chest, and I gently roll the stiff bud with a musical moan tumbling from her lips.

“P-pizza?” I ask with an uncharacteristic stutter.

My fingers continue toying with her nipple as she moves her hand along my member. Sultry eyes roll up, and she flashes a seductive grin as her grip tightens. I groan while she pulls me closer, my fingers fumbling from her nipple and settling to a clumsy hold on her breast as warm breath greets my sensitive head. To my astonishment, precum beads at my tip as her tight hand chokes its way up, and my balls feel as though they may actually have another load for my young lover.

“How about another appetizer, first?~” Lindsay teases, flicking her tongue over my tip. Her grip eases as she sends her hand back down my rod, and kisses the head of my cock as my ensnared member throbs at her lips.

I groan at the intimate touch. “Careful. If you start that, I don’t know if we’ll be able to-”

A sharp gasp cuts my devious warning before it can all get out as her lips descend. She sucks me into her warm, inviting mouth, her expert tongue slithering beneath my welcome member as I’m pulled to the back of her throat. The hand on her breast squeezes firmly, my fingers sinking into her supple flesh as my other hand settles onto her damp hair. I guide her head forward, inching her closer to my pelvis with her nose closing in. She hesitates with a silent gag at the barrier of her throat, but the resilient girl perseveres and takes me deeper, and I gasp again at the restrictive embrace beyond. The final length sinks in, and her lips seal to my base, her nose firmly pressed against my pelvis with my cock snugly confined within her face. My eyes roll at the pleasure as she takes a moment to adjust, and I curl my fingers against her scalp.

“fucking hell, Lindsayyy,” I groan, curling my toes and bucking my hips slightly.

She gags with a little spittle leaking around our tight connection. So many ideas spark through my mind as she welcomes me into her throat. One in particular sticks out, with her taste still on my tongue. I take a fistful of her hair and pull her head back, groaning at the slick inches dragging inside of her throat and mouth, then send her back against my crotch. A lewd suckling~slapping sound accompanies her lips colliding against me, and I send her back and forth, again and again with no resistance. The intoxicating power I wield over her is arousing and worrisome, a feeling I chase as she places her hands on my thighs as tears roll down her cheeks. She makes no effort to stop or slow the face fucking, and the pleasure is overwhelming as my balls slap against her chin with the increasing speed.

When I tug her off of my cock, it emerges with a glistening coating of her saliva. My reddened, shimmering rod throbs at her face, rolling against her cheek as she gasps for precious breath, her mouth wide and eyes on me. I hold her red hair tight, pulling her wet mane down to angle her head upwards, forcefully arching her back. Her round breasts push out, rolling with every strained motion, and the corners of her lips curl into a smile as I let my beastly side out. I lean down and kiss her, growling into her mouth as I lay us both down.

Her hands find my shoulders before sliding across my back, and I slither my tongue into her mouth when her arms close around me. My hand remains in her hair, entwined in her soggy locks as my other anchors to the bed beside her waist. The soft robe is beneath us both, little more than an extra blanket as our flesh presses together once more. I feel the siren call of her slick warmth from between her open thighs as she rolls her hips, gyrating under me and rubbing herself against my eager cock and hungry belly. As if on cue, my stomach rumbles its need for sustenance, and I wriggle my hand loose from her hair before pulling away from the kiss.

My movement is rapid. So quick that she leans up as I slip all the way down, dragging myself off the bed along her body. Before she can sit up, I get to my knees at the base of the bed and sink my elbows into the mattress beneath her ass. I lift her lower half off the bed, presenting her slick folds to myself with her legs hanging at either side of my face. She squeaks at the sudden turn of events, a cute noise that breaks into panted moans once my lips latch to hers. Her sweet nectar floods my senses again as I devour every drop of pleasure I can from between her quivering thighs, and feeling her fingers in my hair as her warmth soaks my face only intoxicates me further. The scent of her sex overpowers that of the pizza, which has become little more than a distant memory with my tongue slithering as deep as it can into her love, and my nose is perfectly at home against her stiff clit.

A hollow grumble echoes in my stomach as angry hunger shakes from within, but I’m determined to make her cum again. My face shakes between her legs, rubbing my nose against her clit as her fingers tighten in my hair. She unleashes a surprised shriek as I inflict the torment, wriggling my tongue inside of her before sliding my lips up along her slick folds with a wet, suckling kiss. I slurp my tongue back into my mouth, grinding it up along her slit and flicking my tip over her clit, loving the dull, dizzy sounds pouring from her mouth. Her pussy visibly pulsates inches from my face, and I taunt her by blowing a gentle breeze over her glistening sex. She jolts in my hands, forcing me to tighten my grasp on her ass to avoid dropping her back down to the bed while pulling my juicy appetizer back to my mouth.

I groan into her flower as my mouth settles over her clit, humming my satisfaction into her aching bean before assaulting it with my tongue. Over and over my eager tongue flicks, sending waves of uncontrolled spasms through her body. She whimpers with each wave tumbling through her head, and I imagine her eyes rolled to white as she approaches euphoria. Finally, I feel a faint gush in my suckling mouth, her juicy release signaling an orgasm as she writhes and whines in abject ecstasy. I suck and lick, sending her deep into the madness of euphoria with my tired tongue until it nearly cramps, drinking her slow trickle of pleasure until she collapses from elation.

She huffs and twitches on the bed when I set her down, eyes closed, one arm draped across her forehead. I guide her other hand out of my hair and give her fingers a kiss, and hold her hand while taking a seat beside her. Rough spasms jolt through her at every touch, and she jerks her hand from mine. My hands raise, eyes wide with shock at the hostile motion, and she shakes her head at me. She puts the hand I’d tried to hold up with a finger raised, wordlessly asking for a moment, and I resign myself to watching her lay beside me.

Her chest shakes as she takes ragged breaths, and I resist the urge to pinch or lick either pink nipple. Large breasts roll to the sides, jiggling slightly with each strained breath, and my hands ached to be filled with their soft warmth. A gentle glisten coated her skin, and I let my eyes wander up and down, drinking in the crimson at her face, and noting the gradient to pale over her chest.

The pizza wafted into my nose, fighting through the scent covering my face and other smells filling the room. My other primal needs overrides the desire throbbing in my lap, and I get to my feet. She shakes as I move again, moaning and squirming as though still suffering an orgasm. I stop midway to the pizza and watch how she struggles through bliss, listening to her panted breaths whimper from her heaving chest. It arouses me further to witness such a thing, and I get to the pizza with a smile on my face, knowing I was the one to inflict such glorious distress.

Pepperonis glisten up at me from their greasy bed of cheese when I pull open the cardboard box sitting on the bed not far from where she finally manages to rest calmly. The smell is miraculous, taunting me as I try not to let any drool join the juices gracing my face while a shaking hand reaches down. I hold the lid aloft, careful to avoid dropping it onto Lindsay as she steadily regains her senses, drawn back to the world by the warm, welcome scent of delicious food. She gingerly rolls onto her side, catching a sharp moan in her closed lips as another spasm jolts through her.

The first slice already has a bite taken out of it, her flavor mingling with the taste of cheese, sauce, meat and crust as I chew my hunger away. I see her continuing to struggle and decide to make an attempt to help. My teeth clench the slice as I slide my hands under her arm and ease her up, then settle myself beneath her. She doesn’t resist with anything other than shivered waves as I sit on the bed, laying her onto my lap, and I bite off another piece of the slice before holding it down to her lips. A smile spreads across her lips before she opens her mouth, her tongue raising up to guide the pizza in, but there’s something in her eyes as she looks up at me.

Shimmering emotion burns up into my soul from hers as we share our first dinner together, far different from the one we would have had at the restaurant, which would have been much different from anything I’d been expecting in the first place. I never could have expected to feel a connection like this to anyone on a first date. And there was no way I would have ever anticipated a first date progressing the way ours had. Add to that who the date was with, and this night was nothing short of unbelievable. Yet, here we were. A student laying naked in her teacher’s arms, eating pizza from his hands while laying in his bed, still struggling to recover from the orgasm he’d just eaten from between her legs.

I smirked at the thought while pulling another slice from the box. There was something here. Far more than sex and lust one might expect an older man like me to have for a girl yet to reach legal drinking age. I’d always looked down on guys my age getting with girls young enough to be their daughters, yet, here I was. Had I been too harsh? Were those relationships just as meaningful, or… was Lindsay just in it for the sex? She’d said I was her first crush, but…

“whatcha thinkin bou?” she said around a mouthful of pizza. Her eyes were digging into mine, that same look sparkling from her light brown eyes. They glinted like pools of honey as she swallowed her bite, love mixed with worry spiraling down through the windows of her soul.

My hand, free of pizza after we finish our respective slices, moves down into her hair. I let my fingers weave into her damp, soft locks, caressing her scalp as her crimson halo waves over my thigh. She smiles up at me, our eyes locked while I arrange my thoughts, unsure of how much I should really divulge. Seconds ticked by, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before anything I said would come off as insincere.

“I was just thinking…” I started slowly, still compiling the fragments of my mind. The hand not relishing the feel of her hair went for another piece of pizza, and I offered her the first bite. She eagerly accepted, rising slightly over my lap to sink her teeth into the pointed end of the slice as I continued, “...how unexpected this all is.”

A giggle was her response, and she nodded while chewing the bite. I took my own generous portion from the slice while her head rolled over my half-hard member, trying to keep it from throbbing back to full as we shared a genuine moment. She gulped down the chewed food and smirked, waiting until my eyes were back on her before starting again.

“Don’t think I forgot about you,” she warned.

The next couple hours were spent talking. Really conversing about our expectations, any future we thought there could be, dreams, goals, and getting to know one another on a deeper level than we had before. We finished the pizza and sodas quickly, and never got around to any Netflix while our conversation carried into the night. It was after midnight before either of us noticed. Since we were already in bed, we decided to share our first night together and worry about retrieving her car from the restaurant in the morning. Alisha wouldn’t be home until sometime close to noon, knowing her, so there wasn’t much of a rush. That was the thought that kept me up the most. How to go about telling her. Even so, with Lindsay slumbering peacefully beside me, the warmth of her body and soft snoring drawing me in, it wasn’t long until I was drifting off into a deep, immensely satisfied sleep as well.