Incentive

Mrs. Rydell kept her lips around your softening cock. You had just cum, but your need had only lessened. The cougar(?) woman was prolonging the tail of your prick's pleasure. Her sucking and tongue had you to not even think of putting your dick back in your pants now that you had gotten your cum. You become convinced the ripe woman knew how to jump-start your erection again so she could have you fuck her until she came.

You turned out to be wrong. After maybe two minutes, the MILF pulled on the elastic of your briefs and gently put your balls and dick back inside. She left it up to you to zip your pants.

Mrs. Rydell rose off her knees and straightened her dress suit. "Now, let's hope you can focus on something besides your penis for a while."

She had to be kidding! "You did this because I asked, right? I'm asking you to fuck me." It wasn't a command. It was more of a 'You hope you have nothing to lose by asking'.

"So like an immature male," she said, heading for the door. "I have the time to give you fellatio, but not a proper copulation." She unlocked her office door you hadn't realized she had locked. "Women, as a rule, take longer to achieve orgasm." Her voice softened to almost a whisper. "Though for women my age...." Again she could not bring herself to say something about her age and sex.

You were on your feet this time and were had finished zipping when her hand was on your far cheek. She turned your head and kissed the near cheek. You began to feel horny...and liked.

Then she took out a handkerchief and rubbed her lipstick off your cheek. "Pass today's snap quiz..." There was one today? Which subject? "...and we can meet in the Carlton Street ally." You knew it was an inconvenient way home to most in Larabee High.

Mrs. Rydell's sternness came back and she went back to her desk. "As the counselor, I will make it my business on keeping tabs on how well you do." She turned around, holding your file again. "I expect you to be a young man I can..." her tone changed like, maybe, she didn't say the word she was thinking of, "...respect."

Picking up a pen, she wrote something in your file. Without looking up, she said, "You may go, now."