School Counselor

Man! You are still struggling to keep your prick from showing how horny you are. Why did your mom and two older sisters have to tease you like that, pretending to be interested in your sex life? You were okay breaking up with Selena, sort of. She wasn't your first girlfriend. She was just the first you got to fuck. What bothered you more was your family saying you just had to ask. Ask to have sex - With them! Come on! They couldn't have been serious! Why did they want to make fun of him? Did they find out "" was one of your go-to porn searches? They wouldn't believe that you found other family's sex more interesting than that with your own. If you didn't, you would have a constant erection at home! Then there would be real trouble!

Now here you sat in the school counselor's office, waiting for Mrs. Rydell and trying to will your semi-erection down. The more you thought of the situation, though, the less "semi-" your prick was getting. Mrs. Rydell was in her late 30-s, early 40-s, you guessed. The auburn haired woman wasn't matronly like your mom and so many of her friends. She wasn't skinny, though. She had modest curves and bust, and she was pretty more than beautiful. She reminded you many of the cougars he had seen images of. Only, she looked stern most of the time you'd seen her, but that was because you had been called into her office for some "infraction" of a school rule.

She was looking stern, now, as she entered. She had been gone only a few minutes, delayed while getting your file from the school office. That look was gazing down at you, and paused at the bulge in your pants. Caught! You try not to cringe.

Instead of moving to the other side of the desk, she sat on the edge closest to you. She waved the file in front of her face casually, as if it were a fan. "Your grades are just a percentages below what you need to be accepted at a college, you know." You said you did know, not happy about it. "And this is your last year here. You have to do something to get your mind onto your studies." Again, you agree.

The file come down and-- startlingly! --brushes against your bulge. What will power you had was broken. You could feel your prick becoming a cock. You were sure if you didn't get to a restroom stall soon, you were going to cum in your pants.

"This is your problem, isn't it? Come on, don't be embarrassed. I'm a married woman, I know about men and their cocks." Her sternness began to fade. "But I also know they usually lose attention-stealing interest in sex after they've had it. For a while." The good-liking, mature woman dropped the file onto her desk. "The catch is younger the man, though, the sorter the while."

You watch her as she lowers herself, slowly, onto her knees. "The shortest distance between "the while" happens when a man is around 18." Your cock is starting to hurt as it presses up against your pants. You almost raise off your chair as her hand grazes the outside of your bulge. "While the shortest distance for woman...." She let you draw your own conclusion. All of her sternness was gone.

"My husband is in another country right now. And has been for a few months." Her fingers were on your zipper.

But she did not pull it. She played with it while looking into her eyes. You were about to look away, embarrassed. But you noticed something in her expression. The something was familiar. You had just seen it that morning. On your sisters. On your mom, of all people! Did they really, sincerely want you to ask? For sex?!

"Will you, uh, take care of my, um, problem?"

"You only have to ask," she smiled. And now, she did pull the zipper down, all the way.

Your cock springs out of the opening, held back only by your briefs.

But not for long. With practiced hands, she pulled down your underpants, releasing you cock and balls. "You have a good-sized penis. You shouldn't be ashamed of it. And it seems your testicles hang well, too." Her hand cradled them. "When they're not pressed up like this. All this tension...." she coos, gently massaging them.

"If you do that, I'm going to cum!"

"Of course, you're going to cum. That's why I'm doing this. You'd need a sex therapist if you didn't." She looked up at you sideways as she brought her mouth along the length of your cock. "But if you did, you wouldn't be here, would you?"

It made sense to you. More sense than why the stern counselor was doing this! Wasn't this illegal?! And why do you care about that now, of all times!

The forbidden fruit: You erupt!!

The attractive woman's lipsticked mouth was around her cock in an instant, sucking all that came out of you! Your memories of Selena add to your pleasure. The only thing that would have made this better would be if you could have fucked Mrs. Rydell.

Perhaps you will be able to! The thought excites you even as your cock was softening.