Dinner Beneath The Stars

There’s a pregnant silence for a moment, you both know what comes next, it’s the reason why you’re even here, she chews her bottom lip as she rounds the swing to stand before you, a few feet between you as you watch her bulge throb softly.

She shuffles where she stands, clearly unsure how to proceed, she allows you a moment to take the lead, gently you raise a hand, beckoning her forward with your finger as your own heart begins to pound in your ears.

You’re able to maintain a measure of self control as her bulge rests mere inches from your lips, slowly she lifts the front of her dress, her cock soon after falling free just before you, you can feel the heat it gives off and the smell that wafts off of it, gently trailing into your nose and triggering that growing part of your mind, nurturing your hunger into an all consuming requirement which demands addressing.

With shaky hands you reach out, gently caressing her member as though fearing it might shatter with a careless movement, meanwhile Ms Baxter for her part is in the process of trying to manage her noise output, stifling each moan as her hands tightly clasp each other behind her back.

“Mmmmph… y… you… take a…. As much time as you need d… dear…” she says, her eyes locked onto the sight of you gently wrapping your fingers around the base of her length, your lips parting as your tongue hangs free, utterly entranced by the sight of her package.

Slowly, your hunger wins out over your desire to watch every little throb and bounce of the cock that’s enraptured you so, you lean in, slowly lapping the tip of her cock as a small dollop of precum beads up at her tip, gently smearing across your tongue as you indulge in your addiction.

The taste is sweet as it shrouds your tongue rapidly coating every square inch of your mouth before you eventually gulp it down only for it to be replaced by more.

Slowly you swirl your tongue along the spongy surface of her tip, lavishing it in your affection coaxing small, stifled moans and hisses from your teacher, slowly your eyes run down her length and up her body, along her belly and over her ample chest, ending at her face, those beautiful sapphires stare back at you with something your cock addled mind could only have interpreted as sheer unadulterated lust.

You feel a stirring in your panties as you take in her face, had she always been so beautiful? In the past you had always regarded her as a beautiful but sexless woman, dedicated only to her calling as a teacher but now… now you can’t help but put that view into question, the one that stands before you is a towering goddess, beauty made manifest.

As you both stare into each others souls you find your hand slowly trailing down your body, slipping past the waistband of your yoga pants and into your panties, two fingers gently holding your clitty as you begin to stroke it in small motions, your mouth gingerly suckling on the tip of her length making it progressively harder for her to stifle her moans of bliss.

She bucks her hips subconsciously; her body begging you to go deeper and you can do little else but comply, slowly leaning forward and taking more and more into your throat, her tip soon meeting your throat causing you to gag ever so slightly.

You whimper and whine as you stroke your clitty, your thighs shaking as her precum drips down your throat, teasing you with a pale shadow of the pleasure that comes from swallowing her seed.

“Mmmm… y… yessss…. J… just l.. like that…..~” she moans, placing a hand on your head, allowing her fingers to become tangled in your locks as she gently thrusts in and out.

Your eyes gently roam away from her almost angelic face, trailing down her neck and to her heavy chest, bound tight by her dress, shaking softly with each little movement she makes, you’re far from the first of her students to wonder what they’re like, however you very well might be the first with the chance to see them.

Yours aren’t the only pair of eyes to wander, as her ocean blue eyes wander down your slender frame, taking in each little curve you possess her eyes land on your leggings or rather, the rhythmic movement that happens beneath, just past the eyes reach but the image utterly clear.

Her cheeks turn a darker shade of red, she opens her mouth as though to say something but refrains, instead gently reaching up and pulling the small window that framed her cleavage downwards allowing her large pillowy breasts to fall free, bouncing happily as they reveal themselves.

In your state it’s hard to trust your eyes but it doesn’t matter in this moment, you look upon a nigh perfect pair of tits, each appearing a little larger then your head, her nipples stiffen under the frigid breeze and she sheepishly pushes her shoulders forward making them press together and push outwards towards you, sending your hand into a frenzy as your heart pounds in your ears like war drums.

Your eyes are locked tight on her chest, watching as they rise and fall in time to her lustful moans and sharp breath intakes.

Her fingers gently comb through your hair, as though petting you like a cat, a small gesture but it sparks something in your core, a sensation that grips you by the gut and makes your heart skip a beat.

“Mmmmph… y.. you’re d.. doing so gooood…~ I… it won’t be much l.. longer now….~” she says, her hips gently nudging her length further into your mouth.

You suck in a breath through your nose and steel yourself before proceeding, though your mind is in shambles you still have the presence of mind to focus on your work.

You can feel every pulsating of every little vein in her cock, her tip steadily drooling precum down your throat and into your belly, all while her fingers rub your scalp giving it gentle scratches as she goes.

Her hips inch closer and closer to your face as she sinks into your throat, it’s not long before your nose meets her hips and her balls press against your chin, even through the barest of physical contact you can feel her load churning within them, promising you your dinner if you keep this up.

There’s a brief period of stasis, neither of you move, neither of you so much as breath, allowing the moment to flow over you, but a moment isn’t eternal, you feel her hands gently grip your head, your eyes flutter open to look up at her but her chest obscures your view of her face.

She’s already beginning to buckle as she begins guiding your head up and down the length of her cock, your lips leaving faint smears of lipstick along all 8 inches of her shaft.

You can feel her twitch and ache as she moves, your mouth making lewd slurps and **** gags as she uses your throat for it’s intended purpose.

Your wrist grows sore but you can’t stop yourself from stroking, you NEED this, you can feel yourself balancing on that edge, where below lay the depraved bliss all girls like you are destined for but no matter how hard you try you can never take that final step, you can never throw yourself into the abyss, not without her.

“Ahhhn… I… I’m gonna… gonna….. Ahhhhhhhhnnnn~!” She cries, unable to finish her sentence before the dam breaks in full, a river of seed being squeezed from her reserves and traveling up her cock, you can almost track its journey with your eyes before you feel the first shot of hot gooey ambrosia landing squarely on your tongue, sending rippling waves of warmth and pleasure starting from your skull and flowing downwards.

That strange warmth hits your clitty and in an instant you're sent careening over that edge; your clitty squirting and spasming as the darkness overtakes your fragile mind but paradoxically the world seems to become lighter, the colors of the night seem so much more vibrant, the sounds of distant crickets seem to chain together to create a strange music, the chilly summer air seems so much colder as she pulls her length from your throat, your tongue hanging out as strings of saliva connect her length to your tongue.

Your body feels so weak, so fragile, you sheepishly look up into the eyes of your goddess, she gives you an angelic smile before reaching down, scooping up your little body and holding it tight.

Her body offers you great comfort as you ride out your high, her arms holding you close as you rest your head on her pillowy chest.

Your mind is in pieces, unable to draw together a thought for longer then a minute before another takes its place as the dominant **** in your slightly melted brain.

When you come back to your senses you’re still in her arms, could be she didn’t want to leave you here all by yourself in such a state, however wishful thinking tells you there’s something else.

She breaks you from your scattered thoughts with three glorious words that worms into your mind in this half lucid state.

While gently stroking your back up and down, her other hand holding your butt to her lap she simply asks.

“How about Marcy..?” With that it all clicks into place, it speaks to you in a way that cannot be explained only felt, your heart skips a beat and you look up into her eyes.

No words need to be spoken, you both simply share a look and understand that from this moment forward Doug is dead, and from his ashes Marcy has been born.