Winner, Winner Cum for Dinner

Kurt was surprised when Jennifer abruptly lifted her leg and swung it back over his legs, bringing it together with her right leg and kneeling to one side, no longer straddling him. He hadn’t even given his answer yet. She leaned in bringing her lips close to his ear again, her full, round tits covered in the fishnet mesh pressed against his arm so tight he could feel the heat of her flesh through the body stocking searing into his own. With her left hand she reached down and caressed his bulge with her fingers, eliciting a short inhale from Kurt.

“Take them off,” she whispered, her warm breath ticking his earlobe. “I want to see this dick that doesn’t want to fuck me.”

“Are-are you serious?” Kurt stammered, never imagining that he would be in Shawn Lewis’ apartment with Jennifer White asking him to undress.

“Absolutely,” she said brightly, and then, with a smile. “Unless you want to just admit that you still want me.”

He should just tell her the truth. It was getting more and more difficult to deny. Perhaps he wasn’t infatuated with her in the same way that he once was. It was no longer a school boy crush. But his first love still held a certain enigma to him, no matter how many girls he had been with since, or that he’d moved on to his second or third loves. The fact was that Jennifer White was the Holy Grail of women for him, and who wouldn’t seize the Holy Grail if they had the chance?

Unfortunately, Kurt still thought he had his pride. So, rather than simply telling Jennifer how he felt, like the mature man that he claimed to be might do, he instead hooked his thumbs in his board shorts. Lifting his ass, he pushed his shorts down over his hips and past his thighs, his solid, rock hard cock leaping out from their confines and jutting straight up out of his lap, pointed at the ceiling.

Seeing his cock for the first time since the dock, but up close, had Jennifer licking her lips, as she imagined the large, swollen member sliding inside her. Fuck, she hadn’t felt something like that in months. And no, dildos didn’t count. Nothing compared to the living warmth of a real cock and her hand could never thrust it inside like the way a man could plough her. She shivered with desire as she restrained herself from pulling her panties to the side and just leaping back onto his lap.

“Look at how big and hard it’s gotten,” Jennifer cooed, lowering her head slightly for a better look. “And you say this this is a cock that doesn’t want to fuck me?”

Kurt breathed heavily as Jennifer extended a hand towards his rod. Since she couldn’t just jump the boy, not without wringing a confession from him first at least, she contented herself by trailing her fingers along the shaft, gliding upwards towards his tip. With a flick of her index finger, she scooped up a drop of precum and held it up before her eyes, watching it glisten in the light.

“Look, it’s even leaking.” Jennifer tapped her index finger against her thumb, watching the precum leave strands handing between her finger tips. “It only does that when it’s gearing up to penetrate a willing hole. Cocks always seem to be able to sense when a wet pussy is near, sometimes before your actual brain.”

Her hand returned to the base of his shaft and repeated the motion, dragging her hand up his shaft, squeezing a little more tightly this time, pushing out another, larger gob of precum from his open cockhead. He groaned, his whole cock tingling as her fingers wrapped around his glans and pumped another drop of precum out of his tip. Rolling her palm over the top of his cock, she gathered all the precum and began to slather it around his cock, thoroughly lubricating him. Though for what, she wasn’t sure. She still hadn’t decided how far she wanted this to go.

“Alright, alright, you win,” Kurt grunted, squinting his eyes shut. “I do want to fuck you. I never stopped wanting you ever since last year. I just lost all hope that it was possible, and I didn’t want you to still think of me as some stupid teenager.”

Shit, Jennifer thought as her hand continued to stroke his cock. She should be happy. She’d won. Now that she had the confession, what she should do is get up, take off this stupid sexy lingerie, get back into her uniform and take him back to the cabin. That’s what she should do, as an adult and as someone in a position of authority. But, as a woman, an incredibly aroused woman who hadn’t been fucked in months, she wanted more.

Why couldn’t he have waited just a little longer, she found herself lamenting. This experience was going to have to tide her over until she found a new boyfriend, someone who would treat her well and fuck her right. This would have to get her through the current drought of good men in her life, or at least, one’s she didn’t work with. Though she chuckled at herself, at her own screwed up logic. If it was unprofessional to date a co-worker, how much more unprofessional was it to tempt a young man in an apartment they essentially broke into?

So, she resolved to let go of his cock and leave. Except she didn’t. She found herself thinking instead that she had to take responsibility for what she started. It might hurt Kurt’s self-esteem if she stopped now after that confession. She certainly didn’t want to give the poor man a complex by rejecting him again. Maybe they could go a little further. Yes. That might be best for both. And so long as she kept her panties on, she told herself, it wasn’t a big deal.

She leaned in, bringing her lips to his, lightly touching and said, “I do not think of you as some stupid teenager.”

Then she pressed her mouth to his, Kurt opening his to greet her. Their tongues met immediately, flicking and lapping at each other as their eyes closed, completely enveloping themselves in the warmth and taste and softness and wet of each other. Kurt’s hands moved upwards, one reaching around Jennifer head and sinking his fingers into her hair, causing her to moan against his tongue. The other went lower, squeezing at her breast through the fishnet mesh, his palm rubbing roughly against her nipple poking through, an action that made her moan deepen.

Jennifer’s hand remained wrapped around Kurt’s cock, still sliding up and down, slick with the precum she’d coated his shaft with. Her hand was moving faster now, properly jacking his cock, the lubrication squelching between her tight, experienced grip and his hot cockflesh. She felt his dick stiffen in her grasp as he grunted into her mouth. The tingling sensation at the base of his spine was building and she could tell from the way his cock twitched that he wouldn’t last much longer.

Just as she the realisation crossed her mind, Kurt pulled his mouth from hers and growled, “fuck, your hand is too good. I’m gonna cum.”

She didn’t let up, instead pumping faster as she dove head first towards his lap. She was a little late though, his cock erupting and shooting a long rope across her face. Some of it went up her nostril and into her hair, but she was able to successfully wrap her lips around his tip before the second shot. Her hand continued to jack his shaft while her lips sucked tightly around his head and her tongue lapped at the glans, coaxing more and more cum from his orgasming cock.

It had been a long time since she’d tasted cum and Kurt’s young, strong seed was especially delicious. The texture of the thick, sticky fluid on her tongue was enough to set the horny young woman off too. Her body spasmed and bucked, her hand slowing it’s stroking and simply squeezing his rod as she closed her eyes and held her mouth over his cock, riding the orgasmic wave that coursed through her twenty-sex year-old body. Her blood seemed to boil as her body heated up, feeling her pussy gape and flush, looking for something to fill the hole. Instead her liquid leaked out without obstruction, running down her thighs in streaks and rivers and saturating her panties so much that they dripped with feminine cum onto the stripped mattress below.