Three
It had been a tough day at college. I was in the final year of my A level’s and it was quite a jump from what we’d been doing before. As I walked home I just wanted to get out of my uniform and into a bath. Once there I’d do what I’d done the last few nights since our adventure in the woods; I rubbed my clit and thought about you fucking me until I came.
Thinking of the woods and the garden had been distracting me at school. I wanted to tell someone I was a woman now, but who could I tell? We’d both be in trouble if it came out so it would have to remain our secret. I also wanted it to happen again, but didn’t know how to make that happen. We’d seen each other since the woods, but there had always been someone around, my mum or my sister, so we’d have to act normal. I’d have to think about it when I got home.
No sooner was I through the door than I heard my mum. “Stace, can you do me a favour?” I didn’t want to, but I didn’t have much choice.
“Sure, what?”
“The mail dropped a card through the post box saying they’d left a package with Mr. Greenbourne, could you go and get it? I’m cooking. As soon as I heard your name I shouted back “Sure, I’ll do it now.” I dropped my bag and shot out the door, delighted to have an excuse to call on you. I didn’t even change out of my uniform.
My pussy was twitching with excitement as I rang your doorbell. It was only then I remembered this was the first time I hadn’t made an effort for you. No bikini or short mini skirt, I just had on my white shirt with maroon tie and horrible grey jumper. My skirt, also maroon, was short but I hitched it up as much as I could. Still, I hoped you’d still like me even in my minging school uniform.
When you answered the door we both smiled. “Hi, Stace.”
“Hi, Mr. Greenbourne, mum’s sent me round to pick up a package.”
“Sure, I’ll go and get it,” you said, and went back into the house. Unsure what to do I took a chance; I was feeling so desperate for you again. I stepped inside and closed the front door behind me. “Here we are,” you said, your voice coming from a room off to my right. I went in. The parcel was on a table to your right and you had you back to me, fiddling with something on the table. Perhaps you weren’t interested? I was gutted. I wanted to cry, to know what was wrong with me. I stepped forward to take the parcel
“Wait,” you said, “I’ve got something else for you Stace.” I turned to look at you, and I instinctively stare at your crotch, where I see your throbbing seven incher sticking out of your trousers. I grin and eagerly pull my skirt up so I can get my knickers off for you “No,” you say, “not that.” I’m confused. “Get on your knees,” you say, and I do. Your cock is directly in front of my face, it looks even bigger and stiffer close up. “Now put it in your mouth.” I reach up and wrap my hand around the base of your shaft. “Have you done this before?”
“No.” I reply. You stroke my head.
“You’ll learn,” you say, and push my head towards your cock. Not sure what to do, I pulled your foreskin back revealing your bright red, swollen helmet, and I opened my mouth. I took your helmet in my mouth and closed my lips around it. I began licking. I could taste salty pre cum on the tip.
“Take more in Stace,” you said, as you pushed my head down further onto your cock. Your helmet got close to the back of my throat and I started to gag and cough, taking your cock out of my mouth choking. You pulled my hair so that my head tilted back and I was looking at you “You’ve got to do this Stace.”
“Yes Mr. Greenbourne.” I said, wiping tears from my eyes, taking the base of your cock in my hand again and putting my lips over it. With your hand guiding my lips up and down your shaft I started to get into a rhythm and you started to moan.
“Very good Stace,” you groaned. I put my hands on your bum to steady myself and you pulled your trousers down so I was gripping your bare arse cheeks, squeezing them. “We haven’t got long Stace,” you say, “You’ve got to get back to your mum.” So I moved my head faster and faster, and as I got used to having your cock in my mouth I could take it a little deeper each time.
As my head moved faster and faster on your cock, your moans grew deeper and louder. Then you pushed hard on the back of my head, your cock going so deep down my throat that my nose was in your public hairs. You let out a great groan of pleasure as I felt, first, a small trickle, then several great gushes of hot, salty liquid in my mouth. Instinctively, I tried to pull away, but you held my head there with your hand on the back of my head, forcing me to take the full load.
When you’d finished pumping I pulled my head back and looked for somewhere to spit the load of cum swilling inside my mouth. You took charge again, placing your hand on my jaw and holding my mouth shut so I had no choice but to swallow it all. “You’ve got to get used to the taste of my cum Stace.”
I swallowed in one big gulp and nearly choked, again my eyes were watering. I coughed a little cum back up and it spilled down onto my chin. I wiped it away with my hand, then, to my surprise, you slapped my face, not too hard, and pointing to the cum on my hand, said “Lick it up Stace.” I did.
I got up off my knees and stood to rearrange my tights, knickers, and skirt. You cum was all I could taste. You handed me the package again and said, “This is for your mum, tell her I said hello.” I headed for the door while you pulled your trousers up. I was about to open it when you said, “Friday, after school. Come round.”
“OK Mr. Greenbourne,” I said looking over my shoulder, “I will.” I went home with a mouth full of your cum.