Crawl under the stove

As unpleasant as it seems, Alex realizes the best way to approach the task is to do as his employer suggested. He realizes he will not have a lot of room for moving his arms once he gets under the stove, so he carefully selects the tools he anticipates needing. With the repaired part in one hand, a wrench in the other, and a second wrench held between his teeth, Alex lays on his back, takes a deep breath, and slides under the stove.

When he feels the top of his head hit the wall, he knows he has gone as far as he can. Lying there, with only the bottom half of his body visible to anyone who would come into the kitchen, he gets to work.

He is only a couple of minutes into his task, when he hears the door to the kitchen open and the no-nonsense footsteps of the headmistress against the marble floor.

“Ah, Jack. It’s been a long time. I feared you had run off.”

The woman’s voice startles Alex. He opens his mouth to let her know that she has mistaken him for his predecessor, but the wrench in his mouth prevents him from speaking. He starts to reach for it, but before he can, something happens that completely interrupts his thought processes. He feels a hand on his inner thigh, giving a gentle squeeze, before quickly moving upward. The hand purposefully moves over his crotch, applying gentle pressure and a slight massage, before continuing upward to work on unfastening his pants.

“I was so disappointed when Mr. Murphy showed up about the stove,” says the headmistress, whose voice comes from the vicinity of Alex’s waist. “I asked about you, but he did not seem to be in a talkative mood that day.” Her hands succeed in undoing Alex’s pants, and he feels them tugged down, exposing his cock.

“And then when days when by without hearing from you, I was sure you had moved on to greener pastures,” her voice continues. Her hands, now free from the chore of pulling down Alex’s pants, begin stroking his cock and balls, quickly bringing Alex to full erection.

“What a relief when Potts told me that Mr. Murphy’s apprentice was here to finish the work on the stove,” she continues, playing with his schlong as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. “Don’t mind me, Jack. You just continue with your work. I’ll amuse myself until you’re done.” The next thing Alex knows, his cock is enveloped in a warm, wet cocoon of pure pleasure.

“It looks like Elaine isn’t the only one getting around,” thought Alex, feeling the third set of lips on his cock in less than 12 hours. “Apparently this Jack fellow was playing the field, too. I wonder if Elaine knows about that? I wonder if she even cares....”

Alex soon found himself not caring about the answer to his own questions as he felt the head of his cock make contact with the back of the woman’s throat. Her mouth withdraws from his member long enough to say, “I can tell you’ve missed me, Jack. Honestly, I’d swear you’ve grown an inch since I last saw you. That’s just one more thing I like about finding a nice, growing boy.”

With that, she returns to Alex’s pecker. He closes his eyes and would moan if his mouth was free of the wrench. As delightful as Elaine’s blowjob was last night, and as incredible as the mysterious young woman’s oral attentions were early this morning, he realized he was now in the hands — or mouth, rather — of a truly experienced cocksucker. The woman seemed to know the precise balance between the use of tongue, lips, and teeth. She knew when to apply suction and when to just rely on friction. The way she palmed his balls only added to the bliss of the experience.

He quickly feels himself getting close to blowing, and he tenses up. The woman senses the change in his stance and dislodges her lips to say, “It’s alright, Jack. I know you’ll be ready again soon. It’s been too long since I’ve tasted you. Give me what I want.”

With that, she renews her slurping, bringing Alex rapidly to the crisis point of decision.