One Lewd Math Lesson
During lunch at school, Mike made a point of sitting directly across from Emelie. They continued to get to know each other better and just before the bell rang, he made arrangements to meet her outside her last-hour class. They didn't look much like a couple as they boarded the school bus, but they did sit next to each other. Just about when the bus was going to stop, she grasped his hand and said, "I am so happy you are going to be my tutor. Let's go have some real fun together."
His dad had actually baked some chocolate chip cookies and placed them on the kitchen table when they entered the kitchen. While she was getting things out of her backpack, he quickly changed into a pair of Nike shorts and a top that showed off his chest and muscles. He liked to work out in the basement, and his hard work was easy to see with the development of his arms. When he came back, she was already working on her homework.
She looked up and said, "Don't you look yummy! But we must concentrate on math for at least an hour, ok?" He nodded and looking over her shoulder he noticed the Pre-Algebra assignment she was working on. They talked for several minutes, and she explained what parts of math she did not understand. Since that subject came so easily for him, he immediately offered some suggestions and what had to be memorized. After almost an hour and a half, she was almost giggly at what she now understood.
"We only have about 15 minutes and I still have to show you my personal appreciation as I said in my email last night . . . which might help that lump in your pants that is now getting pretty big. I have not done much with boys before so bear with me, but in Sweden, girls learn how to make their boyfriends like them A LOT by doing naughty things for them. So let's play a quick game. You be the leader and tell me what I should do to give you some relief".
"Are you sure?" he asked, not ready for her suggestion.
"Uh, huh . . . you kinda be like the master and I will be your slave, and don't be afraid to talk dirty to me . . . cuz I love it!" He got up from the table and stood a foot or so away from her.
"The way my balls are throbbing right now, it won't take more than a minute or two to make me cum." She was a bit shocked at him suddenly talking so street to her, but she had asked for it.
"Well . . . let's see what you have been hiding then," she giggled. Mike glanced up at the clock and realized her dad would be there shortly and did not want to waste another minute. He began pulling down his Nike shorts and suddenly got the courage and dropped them to his ankles. As he stood up and stepped out of them, his throbbing cock waved back and forth and Emelie gasped in surprise.
"I didn't realize they could be so BIG," she murmured. He appreciated the compliment and remembered she hadn't had much experience with males before and their distinctive equipment. Encouraged by her comment, Mike began to pull on his swollen shaft . . . sliding his hand up and down slowly, and at the same time, he watched the look of fascination and awe on her innocent face. He once again focused on her long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. Then he remembered he was the one that was supposed to be calling the shots and quickly stopped wanking in front of her and smiled at his new girlfriend.
"Okay slave," he said with a smile, "That's all YOU have to do," he said convincingly, "just stroke it . . . till I cum, and my BIG boner will go away." She began to giggle once again nervously, but moved closer to the aroused boy and then stopped. It was almost as if she was in a trance. He wanted so badly to shoot off, and he knew they would be interrupted in minutes, he took her small moist hand and placed it firmly on his throbbing cock. He wrapped her young fingers around his shaft and held her hand there while showing her how to jack it properly. Once he was satisfied that she knew what to do and she had a steady rhythm going, he released his grip on her hand.
"That feels so good, Slave . . . just keep it up," he groaned.
"Does it really? I have NEVER touched a boy before. Am I doing it right?" she asked.
"You have NO idea how awesome that feels," he gulped. He again watched her hand on his long cock, trying to remember this exact moment for later.
"Will you finish soon . . . then?" she asked. "I don't want Daddy to be here and catch us . . . but I love what I am doing to you, holding your cock and all . . . and I mean that."
"It won't be too long if you keep doing it just like that," he said with a stifled sigh. The sight of the blonde girl, with her pink tongue slightly protruding from her lips in concentration, her wide blue eyes almost closed as she studied the slippery tip of swollen cock head, and the rhythmic motion of her dainty hand, could have brought him off in seconds . . . but he was trying so hard to make this last, despite the urgency of her dad possibly coming any minute.
"You need to be quick or we are going to get caught," she reminded him, which considering the circumstances, was a little indelicate and probably had the opposite effect anyway.
"You need to stop talking then," he huffed. "You're breaking my concentration."
"You need to concentrate?" she questioned as her hand slowed its pace slightly. "Concentrate on what?"
"What d'you think?" he shot back. "I'm picturing your sweet little tits right here (as he gently placed his fingers on her breast) in my mind as you are gripping my cock and it is so incredible." She remembered asking him to talk dirty but when the words came out of his mouth, she gasped and blushed deeply. After his words, she bit her lower lip and focused on jacking him off more steadily.
"You'll have to cum soon," she said anxiously after a few more minutes. "I can't be late."
"Show me your tits then," Mike said, meaning to challenge her but it came out sounding more like an order.
"What!!" she squealed.
"You want me to come QUICKLY right . . .and seeing your beautiful tits will make that happen a lot faster."
"I-I can't do that today. Maybe next time when we have more time."
"Why not? You're looking at my COCK. Just open up your blouse and let me look at you."
"How can I open up my blouse while I'm jerking you off?" she said wistfully. "I'd have to let go of you and I'm not stopping - that'll just make it last even longer." He was already prepared for her objection and reaching forward, began to quickly unfasten the buttons on her blouse.
"Wha... what are you... DOING" she yelped.
"Just helping you," he said softly. "I don't want you to stop either so I'll just do this for you." She bit her lower lip a little harder but couldn't think of a reasonable objection, so his fingers quickly finished the job, leaving her blouse hanging open to her waist. Without pausing, he tugged at her flimsy bra and brought it up and over her delicious young breasts, and exposed a pair of precious nipples to his gaze. And that was all it took!
He was about to tweak her pink buds, and suddenly his cock was erupting with the force and quantity that he'd NEVER experienced before. Emelie squealed in surprised shock and released her grip on his spurting shaft. But that was a mistake! She was a good foot shorter than he was and her quivering breasts were in perfect alignment for the spurt of sticky fluid that coated her tits with thick globs of his sticky sperm.
His new girlfriend looked down at her splattered breasts in great surprise at just the wrong moment as he grabbed his spurting shaft in his hand and yet another jet squirted all over her face. That was the most cum he'd ever produced at one time, but the erotic sight of Emelie with his sperm dripping from her nipples and still more trickling down her sweet face to coat her lips was enough incentive for his overworked balls to produce a final flood that went directly between her lips.
