Take over and erupt in her mouth

Her mouth is amazing and it’s driving you crazy. You’re reptile brain begins to overtake you as your need to cum grows into a frenzy. You can’t take it any more! You stand up and grip her head with both hands and shove her onto you. Her comfort matters little to you as you start to face fuck her with wild abandon. This doesn’t seem to deter her. If anything, this spurs her on further. She grabs your ass and pulls you into her as you slam down her throat, her moans further heightening the sensations on your manhood. “Yeah, you like this don’t you? Take it you slut!”

“MMF,” is all she can get out.  You take that as her consent and hit the home stretch.  Your cock is throbbing in her mouth which clues her in that you’re about to release.  She seems to be trying to pull off of you now, but you maintain your grip on her while continuing to ram your hips into her face.  With a few more thrusts you finally let out a grunt and completely impale her head, unleashing a torrent of thick cream down her throat.  She gladly swallows it all, milking you for everything you’ve got.  Being held back for so long, your final release is all the stronger as you pulse stream after stream into her non stop until you feel yourself almost blacking out.  Almost to your relief, your orgasm recedes leaving you exhausted and gasping for air.  You let go of her and collapse back down on the bed, basking in one hell of an afterglow.  She bobs up and down on you a few times to clean you up before popping it out, “you shot it directly into my stomach,” she says rubbing her belly, “I only got a little taste.  Too bad, you’re delicious.”  She strokes you a few more times to make absolutely sure she got every last drop.  Satisfied that she got everything, she wipes off her mouth and wipes you off as best as she can while your mind drifts off.

You finally get enough strength back to sit up.  You’re about to commend Ami on her bedside manner, but are stunned into silence at what you see now.  She’s writhing on the floor with her skirt hiked up and a hand down the front of her panties.  They’re so soaked through that you can see the three fingers that are sliding deep into her.  Her other hand has unbuttoned her top and is snaking underneath her gown to grope her own breast.  She keeps bucking her hips into an imaginary cock as her fingers increase to blinding fast speeds.  “AH!  AH!  So good!  Sugoi!  SUGOI!  AH!  AH!  IKUU!”  Her moans turn into a shriek as her entire back arches, lifting her body up until only her head and feet are touching the ground.  The wet spot on her panties spreads covering her entire crotch and runs down her thighs.  Amazingly, her hands don’t stop and they continue to pump her pussy driving her to higher peaks.  She rambles in tongues, as a spurt of cum shoots out through the fabric and onto the floor in front of you.  A few more jets shoot out, each seeming more intense than the last.  A few warm drops even land on your feet.  After a minute of nonstop cumming, her squirts begin to weaken and finally cease.  She collapses on the floor making an uncomfortable thud and twitching occasionally.

You jump up and hurry over to her side, making sure you don’t slip in the puddle.  You kneel down to check on her.  She looks up at you through cloudy eyes and a lazy smile on her lips.  She takes a deep breath and stands up.  After such an intense orgasm, you’d expect her to be a little shaky, and offer to help her up.  She just stands straight up without difficulty.  She looks at you while she licks her own juices off her hand.  She absently rubs her groin while she pushes you back into bed.  She dreamily says, “there, now you don’t have to worry about returning the favor.  It’s important for the patient to avoid exerting himself.”  While you appreciate her thoughtfulness, you feel kind of lacking.  You must look disappointed because she purses her lips and runs a cum drenched finger along your lips before she slides it in your mouth.  You suck her honey off and relish her flavor.  This must be how an older woman tastes, like a fine aged wine.  “There,” she says with a satisfied nod, “now you won’t feel left out.  Should the need ‘arise’ again, feel free to call on me again.  I work the night shift.”  She tucks your cock back into your shorts and slips a scrap of paper into the waistband of your shorts.  Her name and number are on it.  “I don’t usually give out my number to just any young stud.  I look forward to educating you further.”

You didn’t know you were in class.  You must be though, because you can hear the school bells ringing.  Wait, that wasn’t a ring, it sounded more like a shattering. . .