Balls Deep

Miss Curtis continues to roll her hips against my face for near twenty-five minutes before I feel the first pulse of her cock. Her hips continue to move, swaying in, back, in again. My teacher gives no indication she's even aware her cock is pulsing.

Then, her hips simply stop moving, as her heavy jewels brush come to rest against my chin. She sighs softly in pleasure as I swallow around part of her cock as I suck on the rest. Her fingers caress my scalp. “That's it, faggot. Milk my cock, now.”

I obediently continue to grind my tongue along her underside, swallowing around the section pressed deeper. I stroke her cock with the muscles in my throat, moaning softly to offer up sensual vibrations. Miss Curtis coos ever so faintly, pleased.

I can almost visualise the little smile she might be wearing as she looks down at me. Buried to her hilt as she is, I can't look up right now, not in this position. I can't see any higher than her navel, the trimmed hair and soft skin at her thick hilt.

“That's it, there's a good little slut,” Miss Curtis praises me as the first jet of her release pumps into my lower throat, with a low sigh of approval, “Very good, faggot. Continue.” Her tone is serene, calm, as if using me for her service is meditative.

Her fingers caress my scalp as I swallow around her. She brushes her thumbs across my cheeks, with such tenderness that I can't help but purr for her. Miss Curtis continues to pump her release into my throat, making me drink every bit of her.

When the pulsations stop, she slides her hips back slowly, letting me breathe in around her cock before she even pulls out. I fill my lungs with the scent of her musk, the taste of her cock painting every millimetre of my tongue, as I look up at her.

Miss Curtis smiles at me calmly, but warmly, stroking my face with the backs of her fingers, first one cheek, then the other one. She brushes my hair back out of my face with her fingers, as she watches my eyes. “Thank you, faggot. I am satiated.”

“You may dry my cock, now, and put it away,” she says, and I nod. I blow gently on her, until every millimetre of her shaft is dry and clean. I slip her underclothes up, cupping her swell under one palm as I press it against her while I carefully zip.

Protecting her from metal teeth until the zipper is fully up, I slide the button through the hole at the top. Miss Curtis nods with approval before her attention returns to Mom. “Your faggot is lovely, exemplary, and well-trained, Misses Grennan.”

“Thank you, Miss Curtis,” Mom replies, “I am glad you enjoyed him tonight.” Miss Curtis nods, then bids Mom farewell as she turns and returns to her car. I slip back from the door as we watch her drive away, and Mom closes the front door.

Then Mom turns, and motions toward the kitchen.

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Here the story converges in Chapter 23: Family Dinner.