Taste her pussy

Joe moves down her flat stomach, kissing her soft skin down to the edge of her skirt. He pushes up the loose material to reveal her black stockings again, and the exquisite curved triangle of her lace-covered mound. He kisses his way around her inner thighs, moving tantalisingly close to her pussy.

He can smell the strong, musky scent of her arousal already, it is an exotic, forbidden scent, the likes of which he hasn’t experienced in many years.

“Oh please…” she moans as he skims over her mound, caressing the delicate lace with his mouth and nose.

**** for his touch, she lifts her knees up, parting her legs further, tilting her hips to offer up her pussy for his delectation. He tastes her first through her panties, opening his mouth and pressing it to the moisture that has saturated the lace barrier between his face and her most private of parts. She flinches as she feels the heat of his mouth on her sensitive folds, even through the material of her sodden panties.

“Please, Joe…” she moans breathlessly, and Joe stops teasing her, nuzzling aside her panties to reveal the tender, glistening pink folds of her delicate flower, framed by a tidy patch of cocoa-colored pubic hair.

Her moans become cries as he falls to temptation, wrapping his arms around her slender thighs and sinking to kiss her pussy. He nibbles on her velvety labia, loving that his whole world now seems saturated by her heat, her scent, her taste. His tongue flicks out, first dancing with her pussy lips, teasing her little clitoris, then finally delving inside her dripping vagina, lapping up her copious, tangy juices with free abandon.

The student teacher – he doesn’t even know her name! – holds on gently to his head, pressing his face against her quivering pussy.

“Oh God…” her cries are so high-pitched, so increasingly urgent and forceful, Joe is worried for a moment that someone will catch them.

But it’s too late to stop now. She pushes his head away from her now, looking down into his eyes.

“Fuck me, Joe,” she says softly, “I want to feel you inside me.”

He can’t say no. His cock is almost screaming to be used now, and as she turns over, lying so her front is pressed against the armchair, he can’t resist pushing up her skirt, taking one last mouthful of her pussy juices, then lining up his hard cock at the entrance of her vagina.

Now it is both of them moaning, as Joe eases forward and pushes his cock inch by inch inside her hot, tight pussy. She’s already very wet, and it’s easy going as he fills her completely with his shaft. What incredible bliss! How Joe has missed this sensation while he concentrated most of his years on a life of study, a life of science. But now that work has, in a way, paid off.

He is thrusting forcefully into the gloriously tight pussy of a young student teacher, and it’s incredible. Writhing inside her, touching every part of her intimate insides with his hardness as she emits high girlish grunts like a serving tennis player.

Joe holds her round behind firmly as their rhythm accelerates. He can feel her orgasm coming in the shiver of her tight pussy walls, hear it on the way through her high-pitched, frantic moaning. And he feels his own hot seed building up inside him, ready to spray forth inside her.

With a final, monumental cry, he comes inside her, filling her with his molten semen, and they collapse together on the chair for a moment, the endorphins flooding both their bodies, desperately gasping for breath.

A glance at her digital watch shows Joe that time has, indeed, re-started. Why did it do so? Was there some kind of a lag-time between his re-appearing in time, and his experiencing it starting up again? Or had some action he’d carried out started time up – in which case, had it started up permanently?

“Are you a dream, Joe?” the student teacher asks as they recover their breath a little.

Hell, now for the consequences of his actions… What the hell was he going to tell her, this teacher her had just made love to?