Although you don’t need to read Professor V gives a Spanking it may help give context to this particular sexy interlude.

 

“That was so much fun.” Frog sighed happily, me snuggled against his side, head on his naked chest.

“You enjoy that?” I lifted my head up so I could see him nod as well as hear is murmur of ascent. We’d flopped on the bed after our sexy student spying on teacher (me) scene in a happy pile of cuddly after care limbs.

We both knew that wasn’t the end of it though. We literally said that in pre-scene negotiations so it wasn’t just the presence of his impressive erection that lead me to believe more sexy times were coming. I enjoyed his eyes closed, mouth stretched wide smile and as I swept my gaze lower I swept my touch lower too. From his shoulder down his chest, his murmurs got more intense and he nodded. That huge, sexy smile still present.

Over his flat stomach, twirling and dancing them idly, watching first his cock twitch and then his smile twitch.  It was only natural that my fingers next reached for his erection. I looked up to his face and his eyes were open.

“Mm hm,” He nodded, to my unspoken question.

So I continued to stroke with just fingertips for a while before taking a gentle grip and slowly stroking my fist back and forth. Such a paradox there, skin so soft and malleable but also so hard and unmoving. Watching my fingers on him, luxuriating in the response of him to my touch. Darting my gaze to his face again, seeing him lost in pleasure and smirking.

There is something so empowering about conjuring a person’s ecstasy with your touch. I revelled in it. This beauteous creature laid languidly beneath my touch, body shivering, cock throbbing and gasps and groans of pleasure falling from his lips. His obvious excitement fed mine.

“I’m going to need a break,” He said and I stopped my touch immediately.

“Okay,” I smiled and took the opportunity to move up the bed, get comfier and take a sip of drink. I waited for Frog to re-initiate touch, and he did by cupping my breast and running a thumb over my nipple, making me purr.

“So what do you like?” He asked.

“Pain,” I responded and he plucked my nipple causing me to squeal loudly.

“Oh, you do!” He chuckled gleefully.

“Yeah, I do. I like it rough. Also sensual, I enjoy feeling…” He was moving his hands over me and I really was finding it difficult to grasp hold of words as my body was tingling with anticipation and excitement and my brain was switching off.

“Do you mind if I just look at you?” He asked, so reverently. I couldn’t possibly say no. He had told me how beautiful I looked several times already. Each time with such awe that I felt that beautiful.

“Go for it,” I smile and languidly stretched my legs, parting my thighs so he could see in the flesh what he had admired in photos before.

“What a cute little pussy.” He sighed happily, then moved to position himself on his knees between my calves, keeping my legs wide so he could see everything displayed before him.

I have never really thought much about my cunt from an aesthetic point of view. I love her for all her practical applications. She is soft and wet and her clit is sensitive and her g-spot eager for stimulation but I have never thought of my vulva as cute. It’s not something I often photograph, I definitely don’t proudly display what I have between my thighs.

I may do more now.

He didn’t look up. Not once. He looked deeply into my pussy. Examined me visually. Drunk me in, his erection in hand, eagerly wanking. Aroused JUST by the sight of my wet, gleaming vulva. I couldn’t physically feel his gaze but there was a whisper of breath now and then which made me shudder with anticipation. I wanted him to sit there and admire me like an art work forever but at the same time I was desperate for his touch.

So when it came, the gentlest caress on the tip of my clit, it was orgasmic.

I’m not sure what precise noise I made but it showed my surprise and delight at the immediate visceral response to

just. One. Touch.

As he continued to explore my folds and dips, I writhed and wiggled. He was touching me with one hand and himself with the other. I wanted to touch him too, so I hooked my feet around his waist.

“Yes, yes, do that!” He groaned, sending a streak of pure pleasure surging from the tip of those curled toes against his back to the top of my head. I constantly moaned and panted and gasped and crooned. I was rolling on wave after wave of pleasure, from his touch and his own arousal. It was a perfect circle of desire.

His finger gently slipping inside me sent me to another plain. Just one finger stroking, seeking, experiencing me. I was getting wetter by the second, I could feel it on my thighs, dripping down my buttocks. Every clench of my cunt a crescendo of sensual pleasure.

I became aware that he was doing all the work, so I snaked my hand down my body and touched myself.

“Oh my God, that’s so hot.” He groaned, I smiled as I rubbed myself in my well known strokes under his gaze. He was vibrating with lust.

“Do you like being watched?”

“Mmm hmm.” I replied, “There is something about—“

Alexa rudely cut me off with a beep and a sentence that was drowned out by our laughing.

Frog quietened Alexa.

“This is not a threesome” I said and the laughter continued.

Funny is sexy, folks. Weird occurrences might throw off your plans but roll with it. We rolled with it. And somewhere between bathroom visits and touches and giggles the words:

“Do you want fucking?” were uttered and the answer was obviously yes. Followed by a complete lack of ability to choose between condom types. I just wanted cock in me. And I was soooooo satisfied when it was.

I love finding out how my body fits with someone else’s. Finding the rhythm between us. The way we intertwined was languid. He sunk into my curves, buried himself into my cleavage. Sucking and nipping at my flesh and nipples making me croon and gasp. Exclaiming how beautiful my tits are. I held him to me. Running my fingers through his hair, stroking down his back, holding on to him, revelling in him.

It was Frog who stopped himself coming. A few times in fact and I was very happy to keep going as long as he wanted to keep going. I was eager to please so when he asked to take some naughty photos of us together I happily complied.

Frog flicked on the light and we took a little time posing for photos. I also took some time sucking cock. I mean, you put it in my face I’m gonna put it in my mouth. I do enjoy looking up into the eyes of someone above me, pressing their dick between my lips but I also have limits for how long I can do that. So we switched it up.

He lay down and I could control how I kissed him and licked him and sucked him all into my mouth, bobbing up and down, hand on the root of his erection, lips stretched around the pre-cum coated tip.

I took a mouth rest and used my hand. I could feel him shivering and shaking and he manoeuvred my hand to just the spot he needed for the right pressure in the right place.

That right there is a hot move. I wanna know how to make you feel good, to touch you how you want and need to be touched.

I knew the orgasm was building, I was preparing for it but it came in a sudden, unexpected burst, shooting up his stomach to his chest where I was resting. His cum splashed on my face. So hot. So fucking hot. I watched a lil while, stroked his cock ever so gently as an almost soothing motion then ran my tongue along his torso and slurped up the cum with a lip smacking purr of delight.

He laughed, caught by surprise and overjoyed by my enthusiasm.

I didn’t want to waste the tasty creamy good stuff.

I wonder which of us had the widest smile as we lounged and luxuriated in the post fuck glow?

I don’t suppose it matters. We were equally sated.