Carter and his buddies snickered behind the computer in the corner of the library.
“Bro, check out the rack on her!” Travis tried to whisper, but in his excitement, it came out more as a yell. Carter had pulled up a photo of a complete knockout with her huge breasts exposed. It was their mandatory library study hall period and, well, the boys had decided to be boys instead of study for the upcoming calculus test.
Ms. White, the librarian, looked at them over a bookshelf a short distance away. “What are you boys laughing at?” she hissed. Ms. White was the grumpy, older librarian who ran the place with an iron fist. She lumbered out from behind the bookshelf and started walking their way. Her considerable torso swayed back and forth as she closed the distance. At her size, her walk was more of a painful-looking waddle, as she forced one leg in front of the other.
“Shit. Quick, close it!” Brandon said.
Carter fumbled with the mouse, and at first he couldn’t find the cursor. When he finally found it, he raced for the button that would close the browser window. It was an older computer, and the cursor seemed to crawl across the page.
It finally made it to the close button, but when Carter clicked it, nothing happened. He clicked and clicked and clicked–nothing. Fuck, this is not a good time for this thing to freeze, he thought.
His heart hammered in his chest as he estimated how much longer he had before Ms. White would be close enough to see the monitor. He figured he may only have five seconds. Travis and Brandon glanced from the screen to the librarian and back again, performing the same calculation in their minds.
Carter accepted that the computer had completely frozen–there was no closing this window before Ms. White made it over. It was time for plan B. He fumbled under the monitor in search of a power button to shut off the display.
Another wave of panic arose as his search proved futile; he couldn’t find the power button. Ms. White was rounding the corner of the computer station. She made a beeline for them, a look of hard determination on her face. She would welcome the opportunity to punish students who were misbehaving in her library.
Her pace quickened for the last several steps–which probably required a significant amount of effort, Carter thought dimly. She knew they were up to no good, and she would be damned if she let them erase the evidence of their misconduct; she was committed to pouncing on them.
Now, Carter could only accept his inevitable fate.
She gasped when she saw. “What on earth do you boys think you’re doing, looking at ‘puhnography on the school computer? You should be ashamed of yourselves.”
With a loud grunt, she reached down, found the computer power cord, and yanked it out of the wall.
Ms. White spent the next few minutes berating them, telling them how they were typical boys who would have no future if they didn’t “straighten up.”
Since it was Carter’s idea and he was the one who actively searched for the photo, he took all the blame. His friends weaseled their way out of any share of the deed by claiming that they were simply observers. Thanks, assholes, Carter thought.
Eventually, the verbal beratement came to an end, likely because Ms. White was out of breath. She stood there with her hands on her massive hips, breathing heavily with pursed lips. After a few seconds, she said, “You know what? Carter, get your butt up and come with me to the guidance counselor’s office. I’m going to let her handle this.”
Ms. White grabbed him by his elbow and led him out of the library. She broke a sweat trudging down the long hallway to the office of the guidance counselor, Miss Richardson.
The guidance counselor was often sought for disciplinary help; she seemed to be something of a miracle worker when it came to “straightening up” students with behavior problems.
Carter had never talked to her in person before, but he saw her from time to time. She was definitely one of the better looking faculty members. After she would walk by, his group of buddies would stare longingly at her perfect ass.
When they arrived at her office, Miss Richardson was sitting at her desk typing away at her computer. She looked up from her work. “Hi Dorothy, what can I do for you?” she asked.
“Carter here was caught looking at ‘puhnography in my library. He had his friends gathered around looking at an inappropriate picture.”
“Thank you for bringing him to me,” Miss Richardson said. “I’ll proceed with the next disciplinary steps.”
“Thank you,” Ms. White said. “There needs to be punishment for this. He’s lucky I’m not on the phone with his parents right this minute.”
“I agree that this is unacceptable behavior. I’ll handle it, I assure you,” Miss Richardson said. With that, the sweaty librarian huffed, turned around, and began the long walk back to the library.
“Carter, please take a seat,” Miss Richardson said, gesturing to a plush sofa that sat across from her desk. fındıkzade escort She got up to close the door and blinds and returned to her seat. Carter noted her sizable ass out of the corner of his eye; it took everything in him to resist the urge to physically turn his head and look.
“So, why don’t you bring me up to speed on what happened earlier. Obviously Ms. White gave me the rundown of the situation, but I’d like to hear your side.”
He gulped. “Uhh, I mean I was just looking at a picture on the computer in the library with my friends.”
“And what was the picture of, exactly?”
“A chick.”
“A chick, huh? Ms. White made it sound like it was a little more than that.”
“She was…kinda…topless, you know? It was just a stupid thing to do. I got caught up trying to do something funny with my friends. Please, my parents can’t know about this–they’ll kill me,” he said.
“Carter, you’re in the beginning of your senior year. You have your entire future ahead of you. It’s my understanding that you have a full tuition scholarship offer from Dartmouth. The last thing you want to do is jeopardize that over something this…stupid,” Miss Richardson said. “And looking at sexually explicit content on a school computer? The school’s administration would have grounds to suspend you if they found out about that.”
Carter’s heart sank. He just wanted to have a little bit of fun with the boys, that was all. It was harmless.
Carter guessed that Miss Richardson was in her mid 30s. She seemed to be in that perfect age where she had a touch of higher maturity without being old enough to be too far removed from the realities of careless adolescence. He was entranced by her sharp, knowing eyes that seemed to penetrate his soul as she stared at him over her glasses from across the room. Something in that gaze told him that she understood him perfectly.
He also couldn’t help but notice her large breasts squished between her arms as she leaned forward on the desk. She wore a v-neck shirt that showed a significant amount of cleavage. A distant thought registered that her tits probably looked even better than the ones on the computer. He shook his head to clear the thought.
“Tell me what you fantasize about.”
“I’m sorry?”
“You heard me. I want to know what goes on in your fantasy life. Clearly there’s some type of sexual…tension, desire, whatever you want to call it…at the roof of this. I think this warrants some exploration; in my experience, it’s beneficial to identify the culprit behind urges to act out.”
Carter gulped. Was he really about to loop Miss Richardson in on his fantasy life? He supposed he didn’t have much of a choice at this point. “I guess I’m kinda into big boobs. Not that I’ve seen many…I’m just into them. That and…butt stuff, I guess. Not that I’ve really gotten to do anything with that either.”
She looked down at her desk in thought. “Are you familiar with Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs?” she asked. Carter shook his head. “Maslow’s Hierarchy outlines the order in which our needs must be met. For example, before you can dedicate yourself to being the best student possible, your needs for food, water, shelter, and…sex must be met. Are your sexual needs being met, Carter?”
He… “I uhh…jerk off quite a bit.”
“That’s not what I asked you,” she snapped.
He blushed. “I mean, I guess not. I’ve never actually been with a girl before, and I think to actually be satisfied I would have to do it for real, you know?”
She sat back in her chair and gave him an approving look as she slowly nodded her head. “Now we’re getting somewhere. I think part of your acting out is a small rebellion from pent up sexual desire. You haven’t gotten what you really want, so you lash out in an outward expression of what you lack.”
He supposed that what she was saying made sense. Tales of other students his age hooking up circulated regularly. After a while, it got discouraging to hear about other guys getting head and having sex when he hadn’t made it anywhere close to anything like that before.
Miss Richardson leaned toward him across the desk. He glanced down, again noting her ample breasts. Maybe it was their sudden conversation about tits, but he found it almost impossible to look at anything other than her impressive rack. His cock started growing slowly under his jeans. He was almost certain that she noticed that he was…distracted. He absently moved his hands to his crotch to cover himself.
“Everything in this office is completely confidential. You know that, don’t you?” she asked. “As a guidance counselor, I’m not legally allowed to tell anyone what you say to me as long as you don’t threaten to harm yourself or anyone else. I also request the same privacy and discretion on your part. The only way this…therapeutic process works is if we’re both exclusively committed to getting to the bottom of it without any outside interference.”
He aksaray escort shook his head indicating that he understood, his eyes darting between her face and her tits.
“Boys your age have so much testosterone and sexual vigor,” she said with a small hint of a smile. “In regard to your sexual attraction to breasts, it’s perfectly normal. Prominent breasts are a sign of fertility, so your fetish, if I might call it that, is simply a biological preference for a partner capable of reproducing.
“And your “butt” preference, as you put it, well…that’s a little more complex. Some part of you craves a taboo experience, something that pushes the boundary of what’s deemed acceptable in polite society. The anus obviously isn’t a part of the reproductive process, so your sexual interest in it must stem from a desire to be, well…dirty.”
Carter fidgeted uncomfortably. This conversation was taking an interesting turn, and he didn’t quite know how to act or what to say. It was embarrassing to have his fantasies picked apart and analyzed out loud.
“Carter, did you get an erection while you were looking at the breasts on the computer?” she asked him.
Where the fuck is this going?, he thought. “Uhh…yeah, I did.”
“And do you have an erection now?” she asked him, leaning farther across the table to get a better look at his crotch.
Now his cock was raging hard. If he moved his hands, it would be plainly obvious that he was pitching a tent. He tried to answer, but all that came out was something of a whimper.
Then, without warning, Miss Richardson took her shirt off, unclipped her bra, and tossed both aside. Carter was somewhat stunned at this turn of events. She sat in her chair now, her considerable perky breasts exposed. He felt his cock stiffen even more under his hands.
“Do you like what you see, Carter?” she asked. “Are these better than what you saw online?”
“Fuck yeah they are,” he replied. “But…couldn’t we get in trouble for this?”
“Everything in this office is fully confidential, remember?” she said. “What happens here stays here. Plus, I’m doing this in a…professional capacity. We need to get your sexual needs met, Carter.”
She stood up, walked around the desk, and stood before him. He admired her gorgeous, perky tits. She finished undressing–her shoes, pants, and finally, a lacy thong. Carter’s heart hammered in his chest as he watched this beautiful older woman undress before him. His cock was fully erect, harder than it had ever been before.
The sight of her pussy dripping with fluid sent him over the edge; he knew his virgin cock was covered in pre-cum.
“Take your clothes off,” she said.
He did as he was told. Remaining on the sofa, he haphazardly took off his shirt, shoes, jeans, and finally his boxers. As his cock sprung free, he awkwardly moved to cover it with his hands. He was only moderately sized, so he was a bit shy; he figured Miss Richardson had seen much bigger.
“Don’t be shy, Carter,” she said. “You have a beautiful cock.” He slowly moved his hands away and registered that, yes, there was a considerable amount of pre-cum emanating from his tip.
Without another word, Miss Richardson moved forward, straddled him, and sat down on his cock.
The feeling of this woman’s wet pussy opening and enveloping him as he penetrated her was a feeling of nirvana he never could have imagined; time seemed to slow as he experienced pure euphoric ecstasy. So this is what a pussy feels like, he thought.
She leaned toward him, her sizable tits dangling in his face. “I want you to suck on them,” she whispered. He found one nipple and took it in his mouth. He sucked on it with primal hunger. He got his hands involved too, squeezing her gorgeous tits as he lost himself in them. He had seen countless pairs of tits online, but nothing came close to having such gorgeous cannons dangling in his face for his pleasure.
She started a slow ride on his cock, going up then back down. He could feel every fiber of her pussy wall over his cock rim as she worked him. “Fuck, your cock feels good,” she said.
The counselor worked him, expertly maneuvering her hips up and down on his length as he alternated between her breasts. He would circle a nipple with his tongue and then suck it into his mouth.
After no more than a couple of minutes, Carter felt his cum load awaken in his balls and begin working upward.
“Uhh, I’m going to cum,” he said, his voice quivering with embarrassment.
“Oh no, we can’t have that. Not yet. I guess it’s not surprising that your tolerance is so low,” she said with a naughty chuckle. “We’ll have to pace ourselves.”
She then slowly rose up off him and shifted over on all fours next to Carter on the sofa, her perfectly round ass to him. Oh thank God, he thought as his cock was given a break, allowing his pent-up load to subside. He didn’t want to finish yet; he wanted to savor every minute of this escapade.
She eyüp escort turned her head to him and said, “I want you to eat me.”
He obediently scooted off the sofa with an eager urgency, getting down onto his knees to be eye level with her gorgeous rear end, a sight that made his cock throb. He felt the pre-cum dripping from his tip onto the floor.
Without delaying any longer, he dug into the feast. He pressed his face into her wet pussy and began licking her with savage intensity. She moaned with pleasure as Carter explored her cunt. He had seen enough to know that the clit was the most sensitive part, so he did his best to work it into his rhythmic flow. Every now and then, he greedily pushed his tongue deep into her, as far as it would go.
Then, he decided to go for the main course: her asshole. He wasn’t sure how she would react, so he made the transition slowly; he worked his tongue up to her tight hole and circled it with his tongue.
When she let out a satisfying moan and didn’t recoil, he knew he could proceed. He used both hands to spread her cheeks apart and then stuck his tongue deep into her, savoring the feeling of her sphincter relaxing. This doesn’t even taste bad, he thought dimly. In fact, he quite enjoyed the taste–a wonderful combination of sweet and salty.
“Oh fuck that feels good,” she moaned as his tongue pulsed in and out. He loved the feeling of her anus spreading open then contracting around his tongue as he worked.
It became something of a game for him–see how much of her rectum he could explore with his tongue. He had a somewhat longer-than-average tongue, and for the first time in his life, he recognized it as the gift that it was.
After a few minutes, he moved one hand to her swollen clit and started rubbing it, just like he had seen online. He figured he must be doing a halfway decent job, because her moans of ecstasy reached a new level, and she started rocking her hips.
There was something so damn sexy about this older woman with whom he had barely exchanged a sentence or two before this encounter, with her ass raised to him and him given complete access to her most taboo of depths.
She continued to melt before him as he ate her ass and played with her pussy. His cock throbbed, and he could feel precum oozing out of the tip onto the floor.
He must have been doing it right; after a few minutes, her hip rocking quickened substantially. “Carter, you’re going to make your guidance counselor cum,” she moaned. She spasmed under his touch, lost in what appeared to be a moment of pure ecstasy. He kept his tongue in her sphincter throughout her tidal wave of pleasure. He loved the sensation of her ring tightening and relaxing against him as she climaxed.
Did I really just make this woman orgasm? he thought to himself. He had always heard about the elusive female orgasm, so his accomplishment here gave him immense pride.
After recovering from her climax, she turned to look at him and said, “I want you to fuck my ass.” Carter’s cock immediately swelled with arousal at the thought.
He withdrew his tongue and stood up. Her pussy was dripping wet, and her asshole was gaping slightly after being relaxed by his tongue. He took a second to admire the beautiful sight. Then, he rubbed his cock up and down her pussy for lubrication, and, without delay, plunged himself into her ass.
He marveled at the tight sensation of her sphincter enveloping him. She uttered a moan as he stuffed his entire length into her. He held himself there for several seconds to let her ass relax a bit more. The sight of his cock buried in her taboo hole just about sent him over the edge; finally, after fantasizing about an anal experience for so long, he was finally living it, and it was everything he thought it would be.
He withdrew slightly and started thrusting himself in then out, in then out. “Oh fuck, Carter, you’re fucking my little asshole like a dirty boy,” she moaned.
He grinned as he continued thrusting. “Damn right I am. I love the way you feel.” And he certainly did. The inside of her rectum felt like pure ecstasy against his cock.
For the next few minutes Carter pounded her asshole, varying the pace and depth as he pleased.
“I want you to tell me before you cum,” she said.
“Alright,” he replied. He continued to fuck her, mesmerized by the sight and feel of his cock going in and out of her hole. After a few more minutes, he felt the familiar sensation of the brink of orgasm. “Fuck, I’m going to cum soon,” Carter said.
She leaned forward, pulling him out of her, and she turned around, got on her knees, and eagerly took him back in her mouth. Her eyes never left his as she worked him.
Time seemed to slow as he felt his seed leave his balls and work its way up his tubing. He began to feel pins and needles in his face as he mentally counted down–five, four, three, two, one. And then he ruptured, shooting his load into her mouth. He dimly registered her eyes widen as his spunk pumped into her mouth. His body quivered and his vision blurred as he reached his climax.
When he was done, she withdrew him and sat back with her mouth open, proudly displaying his creamy fluid in her mouth. Then, she closed her mouth, and with a loud gulp, it was gone. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to prove it.
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