Bobby Jo - Sex Stories

Bobby Jo

... I did as instructed and pushed my Levi's and undershorts down to my knees as I knew this was the next step leaving myself exposed. “Now stroke your penis slowly. Oh yes that's just right. Just keep your hand going up and down slowly. I want to see you shoot a load of sperm on the top of my desk.” She had lifted her sweater to reveal her large breasts and pulled them out over the top of her bra where she began pulling and tweaking the nipples. I saw she was scooted down in her chair with her lower body hidden from my sight under the desk. Her eyes were glazed over and her breathing was a bit erratic as if she were approaching and orgasm. All of a sudden it dawned on me, someone was below her desk giving her the oral stimulation I so loved give. I never let on I suspected. As we had done before I kept on masturbating as she became more excited and the thought of someone licking and sucking her delicious pussy added to my masturbatory mental fantasy. I was soon on the verge of squirting and she began coaxing me on. “Oh yes make the strokes long and slow. Pinch behind the head and make it bigger. I love it when the head gets dark red and angry looking. Don't cum yet. Stop stroking for a few seconds until your orgasm subsides. Just squeeze the shaft and hold it for a few seconds longer. Oh oh oh. Now pump it hard and cum for me baby. Yes stroke it. Oh god I'm going to cum.” Her hands went under the desk. She was caught up in the throws of orgasm and was writhing around in ...

... rapture. I had started to cum and the first spurts went all the way across the desk and landed on her exposed belly in two large blobs that ran down. The following five or six squirts landed on the desk top in large puddles on the shiny wood surface. The last dribbles hit the edge just in front of me and ran off in long strings down to the floor. Bobby was coming down off the climax high and smiling up at me with a lazy spent look and scooped up the blobs of cum on her belly then deftly sucked it off her finger as she said “I have something important I need to take care of. Why don't you put that beautiful cock of yours away and go back out to the library and finish up your assignment. I will talk to you later after school.” Wondering who was under the desk, I did as she told me except near the end of the hall I slipped into a supply closet, leaving the door open a crack so I had a view of anyone leaving her office. About ten minutes later the girl who had given me the message earlier stepped out and leaned against the door as she closed it. After checking the hall and determining she was alone she pressed her hand into her crotch and massaged the area as if she was either in pain or needed of relief. She tilted her head back and began running her hand up and down what I knew was her small vagina. She continued for about twenty seconds and realized she might be caught so she straightened her self up and walked down the hall unsteadily toward me. On a whim as she got to the storage ...