This is a continuation of my previous story about my time as a trade-school instructor. Previously, 22 year-old Ann and I had a great time pleasuring each other in the back of my Wrangler. As we parted ways that night, Ann asked me if I had to teach the following morning. I didn’t and she subsequently invited me to “breakfast” at her place.
I got a text from Ann just before I crashed that night. I just finished in the shower when I noticed my phone had a new message. Ann had sent her address and a message that just said “9am, don’t be late”. I was grinning ear to ear as I finished up my night time routine and got in bed. My dreams were, as you would expect, very vivid recaps of the escapades in the Jeep. My mind knew there was no need for exaggeration. Her juices on my chin, her words falling into a jumbled mess as she came, all of it was replayed for my viewing pleasure.
I woke up later than I should have and with a raging erection. I checked the time and I was going to be cutting it pretty close to get there by 9am. I drove too fast to her place. A large apartment complex in a small suburb. She was on the third floor, down a long badly lit row of apartment doors. I knocked politely and heard her say come in from inside. I tried the handle and it twisted open.
Her apartment smelled like her. Somehow both sweet and sexy. She sauntered out of the bathroom, while I stood frozen in the entryway. A towel covered her chest and waste. The bottom was too high up, working to cover her amazing tits and unable to prevent an occasional reveal of her beautiful pussy.
I didn’t entirely understand why it had been “9am, don’t be late”. I must have looked confused and, as I mentioned before, we seemed to be in sync in a number of ways. She answered the question I’d only asked with my facial expression and wandering eyes.
“Because I wanted to make sure I could do this.” She replied to nothing. Then she dropped the towel from around her, shaking her damp hair out as she did so. There, in full light, stood a curvy goddess. Her eyes twinkled while she let me take her all in. I was instantly hard and seeing her tits in the light of day reinforced my erection. They were perfect, full, large and had only the smallest hint of sag. Her areolae were small and her nipples stood at attention, practically begging me to suck on them. Her hips paved the way to the amazing ass I’d held in my hands the night before. I wanted it again, immediately. But Ann seemed to have other plans.
After she was satisfied I’d gotten my share of the viewing, she walked toward her small kitchen, naked and confident. On the kitchen table there was a bowl of strawberries, de-stemmed and ready for eating. She took one out of the bowl, turned around while taking a small bite out of it. With the remaining piece, she circled her left nipple until strawberry juice was dripping down the curve of her breast.
“I’m starving, you?” She said, her eyes twinking at me again.
I didn’t answer. I took a small step forward and, as I wrapped my arms around her, took the nipple into my mouth. I could taste the strawberry and the scent of her arousal, mixed together. She let out a little gasp as I sucked her nipple. A few moments later, she gently pushed my head away, ran the strawberry over her other nipple and leaned on the table, arching her back slightly. I sucked the other nipple, and she reached down to rub my cock through my pants.
I broke from my sucking to let out a small groan as my cock shifted and still wasn’t comfortable in it’s confines. She grabbed her bowl of strawberries, took my hand and lead me into her living room area. Placing the bowl on the table, she took off my pants and pushed me down onto the couch. Then she took a strawberry, took a bite and kneeled in front of me on the couch. She ran the strawberry down the shaft of my cock then changed to her tongue, running it back from the base to the tip and, with no warning, took all of me into her mouth, down into her throat until she gagged.
What ensued was one of the most memorable blow jobs I’ve ever experienced. She played with the strawberry a few more times, running it over me then licking the juices up only to return to focused, intense dick sucking. I felt like I was melting into the chair as her mouth stimulated me over and over. She bobbed her head, keeping steady suction until I was about to explode and had to push her lips off my cock. She came off grinning, wiping the saliva off of her chin.
I stood up and shed the rest of my clothes, which felt like it took forever. My cock ached for her. I finished undressing and pulled her to me, kissing her deeply. She pressed her nude body against mine. I could feel her breasts on my skin. After a dizzying few moments of making out, I turned her around and guided her to the edge of the couch, coaxing her into a kneeling position. As sensual as the moment was, there were no pleasantries any more. I positioned behind her and slid myself into her wet pussy. Considering she’d had no foreplay other than giving me head, she was drenched with anticipation.
She grunted as I buried my cock as deep as it could get. Her hands shifted on the couch to brace herself, I closed my eyes and fucked her. Like the previous time, sentences became nonsense. “God damn you feel so fucking…god…ugh….fuck me….mmmmm…” cascaded out of her as I continued. I was not going gentle, holding her hips, I kept pounding harder. The only sound in the apartment were our moans and the sound of skin slapping skin.
I didn’t let up. I saw her hands grip the couch tighter, felt her push back against me and start to moan in rhythm with me, occcasionally adding a “fuck” for good measure. “uh…uh…uh…uh…ooo…oh…” until her rhythm faltered, her head dipped low and she tensed. I railed into her until I heard, softly at first, “I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum….i’m cumming, please don’t stop, pleaseplease, fuckfuckfuck..aaaahhhhhhh” came a long sigh with her body quivering in front of me.
As she came down from her orgasmic moment, she slid forward off my cock and collapsed onto the couch. Her eyes were glossy lustful machine guns. The lust was overwhelming. It made me bold. I stepped closer to her. She looked up at me with those eyes. I held her face briefly in my hands and slid my wet cock into her mouth. She never broke eye contact . For a brief moment, I made myself uncomfortable with the boldness of my action. But she was in sync with me. She started sucking me, eyes never leaving mine. Then I stopped her. I took her head in both hands and said, “I’m going to fuck your face”. Her mouth full of my cock, her only option for an answer was a deep moan that vibrated down my shaft. I moved my hips, slowly at first, in and out watching my cock disappear. Her eyes were on me while I started to move faster into her mouth. She put her hands on my hips and pulled me against her, deep throating my cock, holding me there until she let go of my hips and broke off to take a ragged breath before sliding me back in.
I was in a pleasure time warp. I don’t know how long she let me fuck her face. But I didn’t care. she was using her tongue, positioning it different places around my cock. She never even tried to stop me other than when she gagged. I began to feel that tingle of sensation that meant I was close. I think she felt it too, because her cock-filled mouth was moaning as I fucked it. I didn’t want to finish yet, but when I stopped for a moment, she looked up at me and just said “cum on my face”. Then she put me into her mouth again.
I had, up until this point, never actually cum on a partner’s face. I’d come all over the bodies of girls from previous relationships, but never their face. I stopped her bobbing and took over, thrusting into her perfect lips. As I continued, I could feel her moans through my cock as much as I could hear them. I realized she was fingering her wet pussy while I used her face. That was the breaking point. I sped up as she moaned louder around me.
My body gave in to the tingling rising in my genitals. I pulled out with a few seconds to spare, jerking my cock a few times, watching her watching me. “Please cum on my face” she said softly. My cock erupted hot cum all over her, it spurted onto her lips, ran down one eyebrow, dribbled off of her chin. I growled in ecstasy and Ann, as her face was plastered with my juices, went rigid as she whimpered “I love it, mmmmm, I’m…it’s…”. Then she laid back onto the couch, hips arched and orgasmed with her own fingers furiously stimulating her clit. A long “AAAAaaaaaAAAAAaaahhhhhh” escaped her.
As she came down from her orgasm, she opened her eyes, looked at me and licked some of the cum from her lips. She stood, unsteadily, traced the hand she’d used to orgasm with across my lips and told me she was going to shower. Still licking cum from around her mouth, she took a strawberry on the way to the bathroom. “Coming?” she asked.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bxvid7/mf_breakfast_with_ann