Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys- Part II

[reema4uhoney]

  Chapter- 19

 

 

“Sorry…young lady…unless you have Id…I can’t let you into that screen…we’ve got a Disney classic showing on screen three…you can see that…” The guy behind the counter told me. I wasn’t surprises, the way I was dressed and had my makeup applied, I looked too young. A part of me felt proud and pleased, nevertheless, I went red from embarrassment. So, we went to a Disney movie after all. I noticed the tittle but nothing much else of the film. We kissed and with no one around we began to neck, that led to devouring each other’s tongue and exploring mouths. The teenager stuff seemed innocent enough, and so I let myself become heated up, so much so, I let him put his hand inside my jeans. It was meant to be for just a quick feel, his fingers were so good at finding my sensitive place, I let him stroke me for a little longer.

 

After a while it was too late, I couldn’t stop him, I took his hand and just slipped it into my blouse; he played with me down there while massaging my breasts. I began rubbing him slowly through his jeans. My whole body conspired to send insistent signals to my brain, the signals were naughty words. Fuck me, were two of them.

 

“Bloody hell…” Paul gasped.

 

“You tell anyone…I did this Paul…” I whispered, feeling his fingers squeeze my breasts.

 

“Oh God…I won’t…” he breathed. For the rest of the film probably ¾ of an hour we fondled each other, I managed to rub my legs together slightly which stimulated my pussy in tight low-cut jeans. He gasped at the point where I managed to get his cock free from his trousers, I must admit I enjoyed hearing his little excited gasps. After a few minutes he started to pant and my fingers felt the hot spunk that shot between them. My nipples were now tormented to the point of aching, but I didn’t really mind. Even when he’d finished; I carried on rubbing his hot cum into his cock. His gasping was still there but just the odd one here and there.

 

“Christ…you drive me wild…” Paul groaned in my ear. I smiled and for some reason, I felt good about myself. Before the movie ended, we rushed out before the crowd, laughing and panting; we piled into his car. I suddenly noticed we were on the back seat, but didn’t care. He quickly had a hand inside my jeans, to resume where he left off, with his tongue duelling with mine, there wasn’t much of a protest. With the other hand he tweaked a nipple, it happened almost before I’d settled on the seat. My breasts felt on fire. I drifted along with the nice feelings in the cinema and now in his car.

 

When I felt his fingers delve into my panties, a hand grabbed his wrist. Unsteadily the hand tried to stop him, though it might have been helping him find the right spot. Neither of us knew whether I was trying to stop him or helping. After a while, a naughty thoughts were inadvertently voiced.

 

“I’m ready…” I murmured. With my lips close to his ear, he heard and didn’t need much encouragement. He’d know what he was doing and was aware of how worked up I was. It was obvious I’d experience and those girls were the easiest. Without missing a beat, he pulled onto his lap, facing him. My thighs were either side of his knees, with my panties askew. As an nineteen-year-old this wasn’t right and I should have been frightened, For just a moment I was afraid of consequences and almost panicked. I sank down upon the head of his cock, it slid over my slit, separated my lips and nudged my opening.

 

The hesitation was only a split second, the head of his cock entered me, it seemed like ages before it moved. Was he teasing me? With all my weight I pressed down upon him, the feeling of his hardness penetrating my body was exciting. Already breathing heavily, I was now panting. I was sitting in a boy’s car with him embedded inside my body, he began to pump me vigorously; with every deep thrust my head rocked back and I fitfully groaned. The pleasure of a hard pounding to my pussy was magnificent, with youthful strength and stamina; he kept me going, keeping me on the edge of an orgasm. I was bouncing up and down in the back of his car, with head rocking back and forth as though I was a rag doll in the hands of a rough child.

 

“Oh…yes…please…don’t stop…” I yelped, the words announcing my orgasm sounded silly; but neither of us noticed. Paul was pleased that at last I was reaching a climax, he couldn’t have kept going for much longer, I was close to tears. I felt him stop, thrust deeper and hold it there; I imagined him spurting his young fertile semen deep into my vagina. The sensation of taking my lovers nectar, accepting it inside my body was overwhelming, with feeling of love flooding my mind. A deep caring emotion overtook me, electricity fired nerve endings, from my tummy out through my limbs; my mind was blinded by sparks of desire and love. Paul pulled my face onto his cheat and undid his shirt, he wanted to feel my warmth against his skin, there were tears glistening in my eyes; which he kissed, I was his now, he wanted to keep me safe and to look after me. He didn’t want me to be sad ever again.

 

“Good girl…you’re not late…I’ll let you go out again…if you behave yourself…” Tina cheekily to me.

 

“Thanks Di…” I said and yawned.

 

“So…what did you two do?” Tina asked.

 

“Fab…it was some Disney classic…a magician or something…I think…alright…you can laugh…we played around in the cinema…just kissing…that’s all…” I carelessly shrugged.

 

“You didn’t see much of the film then…” Tina laughed; she didn’t pick up on the look of guilt on my face. I went into silent mode; all I could think about was how stupid I’d been.

 

“You’ve been a naughty girl…I told you not to play around with boys…” Tina teased me.

 

“Sorry Di…I’ll be a good girl from now on…promise…” I replied back. Tina was disappointed I didn’t bite, instead, I just took the criticism, as though I were an errant sister. I looked contrite, rather than angry over being treated like a teenager, what she’d done in that car was difficult to excuse. Had she been mad? Again, Tina took a good look at me and saw how young I looked. No, it wasn’t just that I looked young, it was a combination of behavior, speech and the makeover.  

 

“Come with me…I want to show you something…your new teenager bedroom…I figured you’ve to be a teenager until the end of the week…so to be safe…you’ll be in here…before yo say anything…you promised to be a good girl…” Tina reminded me.

 

“Alright…thanks Di…thanks for moving all my stuff…” I conceded.

 

“You can have friends back to your room…” Tina pointed out.

 

“Sure…whatever…it makes sense…” I agreed. We both looked around the teen styled bedroom, decorated with a predominance of pink. The posters of boy bands were for a younger girl. The same went for the clothes, in this wardrobe and draws were new teenager clothes. I noticed my adult clothes were still in the main bedroom.

 

“Get to bed…so you’ll be fresh for college in the morning…I’m going to bed now…need to be fresh for work…” Tina said and blew me a kiss. I was holding up the pajamas, staring at them. Tina closed the door on her, not wanting to laugh and spoil the moment. The pink cotton pajamas were on offer, so she bought them even though they were for a young teen, they were extra-large for a big fifteen-years-old. Tina was in master bedroom, with a hand over her mouth; trying to suppress a belly laugh. It didn’t matter if I refused to wear them, as they had been so cheap, having been discounted several times. That was because no self-respecting teen would wear them, they were some designer’s idea of being cute. Tomorrow Tina was going to have fun with her elder sister, this whole thing was just so funny. That her elder sister had decided to stay the whole week in college.

 

Tina decorated the spare bedroom with childish posters, and cuddly toys, then moved me in. There had been no discussion, no choice, I’d been moved in to a room decorated for an adolescent. At the same time, Tina moved into my bedroom. This was so we could keep to our roles and not make mistakes. During breakfast I wanted to protest over having to move out of my bedroom, complaining was awkward; when trying to overcome the guilt I felt. Accidentally, I ended up taking my younger sister’s place in college, though playing at being a collegegirl didn’t mean I could have a boyfriend. Again, it just happened without planning anything, and then it became a situation difficult to get out of. Having a teenage boyfriend at my age was bad enough. Having sex with a nineteen-year-old boy from college was going too far. As a woman of twenty-six, I should have known better; behaving like an irresponsible youth just shouldn’t have happened. It would be too humiliating admitting to having slept with a boy the same age as my younger sister. The only excuse was, I’d been going to college; pretending to be a college girl, and became carried away in the role. Deeply throwing myself into the role had overwhelmed my common sense.

 

When it happened, Paul said I belonged to him, the feeling of being his girl had been so strong; it was overpowering. It was a nice feeling, but had to be ignored. I would have to tell him who I really was, which was going to be difficult, especially after having sex with him. I felt too guilty to tell Tina or Yash.

 

“You’d better call me Di all the time now…you might forget at an important moment…” Tina said.

 

“Oh…well…I’m not sure…it has all happened so fast…I don’t know what’s happening to me …I feel so confused…I’m behaving badly…” I murmured.

 

“We can’t back out of this now…just a couple of days…and we can go back to normal…you should have put your foot down…right at the beginning…we wouldn’t be in this silly situation …” Tina blamed me.

 

“Sorry…I suppose you’re right…I don’t want to ruin all the hard work we’ve put in…Di…this is a big day for you…you look good…so elegant and confident…” I said as I noticed Tina was wearing one of my smart business suits for work, she was growing up fast and dressed in my clothes, she looked older than twenty-five. Nearly ready for college and work, we hugged and held on for a little while. Working in a big company was turning out to be great and the pay was good. Today was important day for Tina as an idea for a sales campaign was being presented. Even her contribution was being presented to the CEO.

 

“Good luck Di…” I said. It was all working out well, for both of us. All I’d to do was pretend to be my younger sister Tina, for a couple of days. Everyone accepted me, as I was dressed like a teenager, acted, and spoke like one. Playing at being an irresponsible teenager was fun, just so long as I didn’t let it slip to reveal, I was an adult and a mother.

 

I walked to the classroom a little ahead of everyone else in my class.

 

“Tina…you girl…come here…now” In a corridor leading to my classroom, I stopped when called a second time. For a moment I’d forgotten my name was now Tina, looking embarrassed; I hurried back to the teacher.

 

“You need a new blouse…that one is too tight…you’re a big girl now…unless you intentionally want to flaunt your chest…get a better fitting blouse…” the teacher admonished me. The other students in the busy hall looked at me and sniggered, the guys leered at me, though I was getting used to that.

 

“Yes Man…I’ll go to shopping at the weekend with my elder sister…” I explained. As the week progresses it became easier to submit to the authority figure a teacher represented. At the beginning of the work, I’d wanted to say something in defense, but now I settled into being submissive. Besides, it wasn’t in my nature to force a confrontation, I settled into trying to be a good girl called Tina, and obey her teachers. It meant not being noticed and not being found out; it also meant the adolescent role had taken a firm grip of my thinking.

 

“Where is your tie…no excuse…girl…that will be a demerit…at least you can pull your socks up…slovenly behavior is not allowed…” the teacher corrosively said. I jumped to it, unthinkingly bending over in front of everyone, to pull my socks up. The guys behind me had a grand view up the short skirt and nudged each other, while commenting on my panties. The panties were small and pulled tight up my crack when bent over. The teacher noticed the boy’s reaction, but refrained from making a scene. It was partly her fault for rattling the girl, she didn’t want to embarrass the poor girl anymore than she’d. Pulling me close she quietly talked to me.

 

“That’s fine…you’ll do…don’t take any notice of them…look at me…you’re a well-shaped girl…so be careful…when you bend over…you’re filling out now…will need a longer skirt… you need bigger panties…and a plain bra…” she advised.

 

“Sorry…Miss…it’s my elder sister’s bra…mine don’t fit…” I explained. My face had colored red with embarrassment, from being talked down to by the young teacher. The woman was only a year or so older than me and it was embarrassing being told not to show off my body to boys. It was uncomfortable having this young woman telling me what to wear and there was nothing I could do; I was just a collegegirl; being dictated by a teacher and would have to submit to the woman. After embarrassing me, the teacher sent me on my way, it was worrying how these demerits were building up. The teacher was right, I needed a new college uniform; it looked as though my breasts wanted to escape and were about to burst free. The adolescent boys in my class couldn’t be blamed for making rude remarks, when I walked pass a building site on my way home, the men made less obvious comments. At first it had been embarrassing, though now it pleased me to be noticed. Having their attention made me feel sexy, knowing it wasn’t right or respectable, seemed to make it all the more thrilling.

 

As for the pleated skirt, it was far above the knees to pass college rules; too much thigh was on show for a girl, let alone a woman. Someone who knew my age, would think I was a fantasy collegegirl, in high college and college; I hadn’t had such a voluptuous hourglass figure, so this was all new and exciting. All the male attention was fun and heated me up. It wasn’t something I’d to come to terms with early on and I hadn’t built up a way of dealing with it, the thought of being attractive to men and boys was arousing.

 

“Sit down everyone…settle down…and pay attention…” Miss derby said loudly. I noticed the woman glance at Brain, then quickly turn away, looking embarrassed. The teacher hesitated for a moment, then carried on. For the next hour it would be history, the teacher’s favorite subject. For this lesson she would teach it all the way through, rather than have us read from text books. One of the girls passed me a note, while the teacher was writing on the board. It mentioned yesterday’s joke between the teacher and Brian. It asked if she knew what that was all about.

 

I giggled and passed the note on. Unfortunately, the teacher turned around to ask a quick question. She was making sure they were paying attention, only to catch me in the act.

 

“Tina…come here…bring that note with you…” the teacher demanded. Having read the note, I was highly embarrassed. The feeling of being a naughty collegegirl rested heavily upon me. Another demerit was sure to be added to the growing list. Only a few more and Yash would be informed, and I would be in trouble at home, as well as in college. What the punishment here would be I didn’t know. Receiving a heavy lecture from Tina, and having to promise to behave myself in college, would be hard to take. With head down, I handed Miss Derby the note. The woman read the note, but said nothing. Expecting an explosion of anger, I looked up to see the woman’s face burning with embarrassment.

 

“Go back to your seat…be a good girl…Tina…no more playing around in class…” she nervously spoke.

 

“Yes…Miss…” I said, almost with a bent knee, I was so relieved. Everyone ignored me, and sat up straight as though they were model pupils. Something had happened to their teacher, and they didn’t want to find out what it was. It was unlike Miss Derby to let one of the students get away with something. The class became more animated as the morning rolled on. Miss Derby didn’t like teaching maths, so she couldn’t hold their attention. It was one of the problems of having the rowdy kids in one class, and keeping them there, with one teacher. Teaching this class left Miss Derby feeling she was being punished, as well as them. A girl picked up a pen off the floor and gave it to me. She whispered something and I burst out giggling.

 

Thinking the class was making fun of her, she decided to come down hard on someone. I’d already smirked at one of her incorrect equations. Being corrected by one of her students didn’t sit well. Wanting to bring order back to the classroom, she would have to make an example of her.

 

“Tina…come here…what have I told you…you’ll be recommended to attend the assessment center…they’ll keep you under control…what have you to say to that?” Miss Derby asked.

 

“Please Miss…don’t send me there…I couldn’t stand it…some other punishment…anything …please…Miss Derby…” I pathetically spoke.

 

“I can’t give you too many demerits…or you’ll end up there anyway…I could send you to the principal…to be caned…that’s no good…you’ll end up there…” Miss Derby thought out loud.

 

“You could cane me…don’t send me away…please…Miss Derby…” I genuinely pleaded.

 

“Go on Miss…no one will say anything…” Paul quietly spoke. He was pleased to hear the rest of the class join in; everyone was quietly supporting me.

 

“As you’re now quiet…not bringing attention to this class…I shall consider it…stand in the corner…girl…you can think about why you’re to be punished…give me a good reason…and I’ll cane you…it will be a sharp shock…then it will be all over…” Miss Derby said. I raised my hands above my head, feeling afraid and vulnerable, being sent to that infamous assessment center had to be avoided. What would they make a woman pretending to be a collegegirl? If they didn’t find out, I would be prey to those nasty boys; discovering how vulnerable and easily influenced I was, meant I would be in a big trouble.

 

The little skirt was raised up when I lifted my hands, though this time it didn’t show off my bare cheeks; I was wearing white cotton panties, and they were shown off instead. They were plastered between my cheeks, which was almost as rude as before; it was difficult to understand, but I gained a thrill from being controlled; it was humiliating yet arousing being treated like a naughty girl and being punished gave me a thrilling rush. When I stood at the front of the classroom, with my hands on my head showing off my panties, it was humiliating and arousing.

 

“Alright…Tina…you’ve had long enough…what do you have to say for yourself?” Miss Derby asked.

 

“Sorry…Miss…it won’t happen again…please punish me here in class…so that I can remain in your class…I’m going to be a good girl from now on…honest…Miss Derby…” I humbly spoke.

 

“Alright…I agree…” Miss Derby glanced at Brian and said. The class sighed collectively, it sounded as though they were holding their collective breath awaiting the result. They felt sorry for a fellow student, and didn’t like the idea of anyone going to the assessment center for hard cases. Me and Paul were an item, and both of us were well liked in class.

 

“Bend over my desk…girl…” Miss Derby ordered, knowing I was submissive helped her make the decision; this demonstration of power was needed to keep everyone in place, as we were relaxing and becoming rowdy. As a submissive, I easily give in, and accept a punishment. I felt awful, in a classroom of rowdy teenagers; I was bent over the teacher’s desk, feeling the teacher lift my skirt, I realized it was a big mistake facing away from the class. A slight rise away from the desk, and the teacher put a heavy hand on my back.

 

“Stay where you’re…try to relax…and it will hurt less…” Miss Derby whispered thinking this position suited her, as the whole class would witness the punishment. My humiliation would be a salutary lesson to them all. I cringed on feeling the hem of my skirt pulled up and tucked into the waist band. Being a short skirt, it took a tug to reach, unbelievably Miss Derby pulled my panties down! My bare bottom was on show to the whole class. I was a grown woman, not a young girl, I was an adult; at twenty-six, I was way past having my bottom spanked. Even at nineteen I wouldn’t expect to be spanked, in front of a whole class of friends; it was outrageous. Damn! I’d asked for this, without realizing the consequences; my bottom lip quivered and I moaned a little plea. Even in the silent classroom only Miss Derby heard the pathetic sound.

 

“Keep quite…be brave…try to be a good girl…” Miss Derby told me. Everyone heard the cane swish and watched it smack my bare cheeks. A collective, ‘Oh!’ was whispered, everyone concentrated upon my bottom with most wishing the caning to hurry up and end. Some watched the punishment with glee, their ancestors were the ones sitting before a guillotine, calmly knitting or jeering the victim. Some just ogled my bare bottom and it wasn’t just the guys as some envious girls intently stared. One yearned for the same punishment, wanting to experience the exquisite pain and suffering. Another wanted to sooth those attractive, peachy spheres of loveliness.

 

A red stripe blossomed upon my rear, the first was a shock; the second drove away all thought of embarrassment from being scrutinized. The third produced a whimper, the fourth brought forth a sigh through gritted teeth, if there was one thing a submissive was capable of; that was endurance, I’d learned to endure many embarrassments over the years and this was the worst to be added to the list. The class breathed a sigh of relief with me, on seeing Miss Derby put away the cane. I almost felt the wave of air but certainly felt the wave of sympathy. Only four stroked of the cane were considered lenient. Though Paul didn’t see it that way, he’d declared I was his and under his protection; not in so many ways, yet it was recognized in our classroom. I was his girl, and he hadn’t been able to protect me, he ignored the general thought that Miss Derby had saved me from a worse fate. I made my way back to the desk, and sat tenderly with exaggerated slowness; it wasn’t so bad, I’d never been caned in college, this was a first and once settled I looked around. The sympathetic looks left me feeling a bit heroic. It felt good to be a collegegirl with other girls like me around. Maybe they were the worst girls in college, but they knew about punishments and being put down, they showed me respect and a fellowship not experienced before.

 

“I’m one of them…I’m a naughty collegegirl…” I murmured under my breath, I was careful not to smile in case Miss Derby took it as a challenge; instead Miss Derby smiled at me, and rested a hand on my shoulder when looking at my work.

 

“Well done…Tina…” Miss Derby said, I knew what was meant and smiled up at Miss Derby and submissively replied “Thank you…Miss Derby…”

 

I walked out of class at the end of day, with classmates cheerfully encouraging me, many a ‘see ya’ was said with a smile in their voices. Their encouragement and joking heartened me more than commiserations would have. Paul caught up with me, and we walked hand in hand to his car. I was no longer worried what might or might not happen, he was my boyfriend; I belonged to him and all the girls knew it. So, did I, now.

 

“What are you waiting for?” I asked.

 

“Miss Derby…don’t worry…I’m not going to run her over…I was wondering if she might show up again…” Paul mused.

 

“There she is…” I pointed, Paul backed out of the parking space and drove down a lane towards the exit. Miss derby didn’t see anything while focusing on where she’d been told to go. Brian was waiting for her, with the back door of his car slightly open. Quickly ducking down, she slid onto the back seat and covered herself with a blanket. Yesterday the blanket had been asked for, and she was glad he remembered. If this had to be endured, then extreme discretion was necessary, screwing up her eyes; she admitted to herself it was only that he was a student, that made it bad. Otherwise it was wonderful. A dream comes true, he was learning quickly what she needed. Too damn quickly!

 

“Where’s she gone…” Paul asked himself. Paul shrugged his shoulders and carried on; Brian pulled out behind us and followed to the exit. Instead of parking down from my house, Paul pulled into a house that was up for sale. As soon as the handbrake was on, we were heavily petting. In one swift movement we were closely embraced, my whole body felt on fire; his touch was magical, I wanted the moment to last and last. We broke off to get our breath back, I leaned back with my legs spread and realized his fingers were still in my panties. An old-fashioned look didn’t disturb him, it was impossible to get mad with him or even slightly cross. He wasn’t even with me; he was deep in thought. He touched a sensitive spot and I flinched; it was nice, very nice, yet he wasn’t concentrating on me at all. I cleared my throat, to get his attention, ready to slam my thighs together, it was impossible, the sensations were dreamy! Wow! I murmured at one point. Damn! Him! He wasn’t going to make me cum while he was deep in thought and while not with me at all.

 

“Excuse me Sir…do you mind removing your fingers from my pussy…” using my adult voice, laden with authority I said.

 

“What? Sorry…” Paul said and looked at me with surprise. It was as though he’d seen me for the first time, ever.

 

“Sorry…I was thinking…you know…Miss Derby…I’m sorry…I didn’t do something…” Paul said.

 

“What do you mean…you’re not going to do something silly…” I anxiously spoke.

 

“Well…you’re mine…I should look after you…” Paul fiercely spoke.

 

“Thank you…I can look after myself…is this because the class saw my ass…” I said, we looked at each other and burst into laughter. As a way of distracting him, I changed the subject.

 

“I nearly cum with your fingers in me…you weren’t even with me…you were thinking of my bottom being swiped…and everyone watching…” I complained.

 

“No…it’s not that…I’m sorry…just felt helpless…and I couldn’t help…” he sincerely told me.

 

“No need…I got off lightly…any other teacher would have sent me to the principal…then I’d have been sent to that assessment center…it was worth being caned…” I pointed out.

 

“Alright…I didn’t like it…” Paul admitted.

 

“You didn’t like it…what’s wrong with my bottom…” I said.

 

“You know what I mean…come here…” Paul said and roughly grabbed me. It was nice when he was rough with me, he held me tight and wasn’t gentle this time. The gentleness was nice, but occasionally I liked to be manhandled; I imagined being in bed with him, playfully wrestling, and him getting between my legs forcing them apart. The fantasy changed to being under him, when he was in a bad mood, being forced to submit.

 

“Maybe you wanted to spank me…” I teased.

 

“Yes…I’ll if you don’t shut up and kiss me…” Paul said and grabbed my hair, after forcibly kissing me, he lent back and asked what was wrong.

 

“You didn’t tell me…where you wanted to be kissed…” I taunted him.

 

“In here of course…” he mouthed and his eyes lit up.

 

“Go park the car somewhere safe…came in the back door…” I said and slid out of his car. He was about to flippantly ask if the, ‘back door’ was another naughty offer, but thought better of it. Not looking back, I stopped to pull up my socks; giving him a fine view of my panties. My bottom no longer stung, so the teacher really had been lenient with me. I skipped up the street to home, trying to miss the crack in pavement. At twenty-six, going on nineteen, I felt light headed. There was being naughty in class and being very naughty outside of college. What would my younger sister say when I invited my boyfriend into my bedroom. Hell! I was an adult, and could make a decision of who to invite into my house.

 

By the time Paul and I’d parted, Brian was parking in his parents drive, when the engine became silent; Miss Derby’s heart began to flutter, with fear, panic and excitement in equal measure. As expected, Tina was still at the office, she’d an important presentation today and she was working late; a snack waited in the fridge, but I was not in mood of eating. After opening the back door, I went to freshen up. Returning to the kitchen I was pleasantly surprised.

 

“Oh…I didn’t hear you come in…” I whispered.

 

“Is someone in…why are we whispering then…” Paul asked. I giggled like a silly collegegirl, he wrapped his arms around me and we smooched. It felt so naughty kissing a boyfriend in the kitchen. So much so the thrill and arousal were enough to knock me thinking askew. Being carried away on a wove of arousal, spurred me onto be a very naughty girl.

 

“This way…” I said, breaking away from him. Leading him to my bedroom, I felt as nervous as hell. The butterflies in my tummy turned to swallows, the bedroom was decorated in an embarrassingly young style, but I didn’t think he would notice. It was trembling with excitement; in high college I’d never had a boyfriend and wouldn’t have dared bring one home. Sneaking Paul into my own home was thrilling because I didn’t want Tina to find out. Stepping into the room we fell upon each other like ravenous beasts, then fell onto the bed. We were writhing together like snaked in a basket, after a while; Paul pushed me away.

 

“A kiss…that’s all…” I laughed.

 

“But where?” Paul grinned.

 

“Do you promise not to tell…Good…do you promise to be my boyfriend until the end of high college…” I earnestly pleaded.

 

“I do…you’ll be my girlfriend all through high college…” Paul sincerely promised. Of course, he did, he would promise the heavens and earth, and more. It was an easy promise too, as we only had a few weeks left of college. Pretending to think about it, I kept him on edge, waiting for me to make up my mind. His expression wasn’t so assured now, he expected me to chicken out; he was fairly sure this was just a big tease. Slipping off the bed to my knees, I put a finger in the corner of my mouth, with a frown; I looked innocent and thoughtful, he knew I was teasing him but just the possibility of me doing that was just wonderful. The anticipation almost made him cum, his cock ached for relied but he dares not move or say a word. He didn’t want to frighten me, or upset me at this critical moment.  

 

A lascivious look crossed my face and took up residence, reaching up to his zip; my hands managed to pull it down. A hand squeezed into his trousers, rummaged around, then pulled his hardness free. My head moved forward with pouting lips; Paul held his breath, it seemed as though his cock had stiffened so much, he would never cum. My face was right over his cock and it ached for my lips, and he caught himself reaching out for my hair. Paul pulled back, tucking both arms behind him to support his back; his breathing was heavy, yet I was in control for a change. Usually it was my breathing ragged and whimpering little sounds of pleasure, with full my bud lips parted; I kissed the end of his cock.

 

“I’m your boyfriend…Tina…my darling…beautiful…Tina…” Paul whispered. I heard his words, but was concentrating on his cock, we reached into my sub-conscious making me happy and wanting to make my boyfriend happy. I looked up at him, smiled, flicked my hair away then opened my mouth. My head turned back to the important thing I’d been readying myself for. I lowered my head, purposely letting him see my lips close upon the head of his cock. I kissed his cock then sucked upon its head. With lips wrapped around the head of his cock, I looked up through my long eyelashes. The look of anguish and arousal upon his face was satisfying. For this moment, I’d him exactly where I wanted him, as a mature woman I knew what I was doing, and how to get maximum power from this moment. My eyes locked with his, my head was still, then my lips slid down the length of his cock.

 

“Oh! Shit…Oh! Fuck…” Paul cried out, watching my lops suck his cock was awesome. The feel of my mouth tightly gripping his cock and the flick of my tongue, was stupendous. Paul closed his eyes concentrate on the sensations.

 

“Oh! Yes!” He whimpered. His eyes opened wide, he felt something different and I’d stopped. The grip loosened and I was sucking in air, my eyes met his, where a mysterious message lay. My face was distorted with cock, so there was no clue there, something was up and he hoped it wasn’t his cock in her mouth that upset me. He wanted me to grip it tight again, wanted me to move up and down its length. Another deep breath, did it mean she was trying to relax and not panic over having his cock in her mouth?

 

“Oh…my god…” he exclaimed; he watched my lips push down until they kissed his sack. I’d swallowed his cock, the enigmatic message, the breathing, it all made sense now. He wanted to declare his love for me, yet garbled nonsense emerged from his mouth. The feel of his cock gripped tight in my throat was more than awesome, it was indescribable. It was heavenly, with great intensity he watched my lips move up the length of his cock. He dares not move or say anything as my tongue flicked in my mouth over the end of his cock, I took deep breaths, then my mouth again slid down the length of his cock. A little faster this time, only a slight hesitation and he was down my throat, gripped tight. My head began to bob up and down, as I face-fucked him, it was my face not just my mouth; as it was distorted when full of cock. There wasn’t the slightest hesitation now, as I swallowed him whole; my lips pressed tight again the base of his cock, my chin pushed against his sack and my top lip pushed against his pubes.

 

Faster and faster, I fucked him hard.

 

“Oh…God…I’m going to cum…” He shouted, it wasn’t a warning it was a declaration of excitement and of finality. He’d unexpectedly arrive into nirvana, I kept my head down, while he pumped strings of cum down my throat. My face was firmly planted in his crotch. Surely, I couldn’t breathe like that! His cock was deep down my throat, while he spurted cum directly into my belly. Like a rocket my head shot up and I took a deep breath. Several deep breaths, his eyes were wide and his mouth too. A look of wonder slapped his features, I was a goddess of love; his goddess of love.

 

Paul cock was still big and still in my mouth, I sucked on it, pulling hard; emptying him of all his succulent juices.  

 

“Oh…yes…Tina…I love you…” Paul declared, I let go of his cock and smiled up at him. On my knees, having performed for his pleasure, I felt like a master’s special serving girl. He declared his love for me and I absorbed every word, every nuance of meaning. My heart raced to catch up with the feelings of being wanted, and wanting him.

 

“I love you…Paul…” I said, he pulled me up onto the bed and held me tight.

 

“That was wonderful…I can’t tell you how good…” Paul intensely spoke.

 

“I’ve never done anything like that before…I practiced with a banana…just for you…my love…only you…” I pledged. We cuddled happily without a care in the world. I was no longer a part of the adult world; I was a teenager with a boyfriend. Without the worries of a mature woman, I was free to misbehave. A woman’s sexual skills combined with the unlimited devotion of a teenager was a powerful force. 

 

“Tina…that was wonderful…my love…” Paul said, thinking of next time.

 

“Whatever you want me to do…I’ll do…I’m yours…I belong to you…Paul…” I enthused.

 

 

 

*****End of Chapter-19*****

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