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"Ummm... I'm not sure that is a good idea," I advised her.
Jessika laughed, "I've seen it before. It happens to guys sometimes during a massage."
I was still unsure, but I turned over anyway, careful to make sure my towel covered my groin and my erection. While turning over, I set eyes on Jessika for the first time since she had come out of her bedroom and started the massage. I am not sure what I had expected, but what I saw was certainly unexpected.
The sexy, voluptuous brunette was clad in only a pale blue silk robe that clung to her every curve. The supple material revealed rather than concealed her hard nipples, which strained against their confinement. I was mesmerized by her obvious excitement and the thickness of her protruding nipples. I licked my lips and moaned softly, imagining what it would be like to pull her robe from them and take them into my mouth.
While I fixated on her nipples, Jessika removed the towel covering my erection. By the time I noticed the cool air on me, Jessika had bent over and kissed the tip of my rigid manhood. She then wrapped her luscious lips around my penis and sucked it into her warm, soft mouth.
I moaned with desire as the very talented brunette bobbed her head up and down, her tongue working the shaft of my penis even as she applied suction. I ran my fingers through her hair as she pleasured me, marveling in the softness of it and how it tickled where it brushed against my stomach.
After just a few minutes of her oral massage on my sensitive manhood, I was close to exploding. Jessika seemed to guess that, because she let my now saliva slickened penis slip from her mouth. Straightening up, she pulled me to a sitting position on the table, and then helped me to my feet so that I was standing just mere inches from her.
In the same instant, Jessika reached for me neck and pulled my face toward hers as I put my hands on her waist and drew her body against me. Our lips met, first tentatively, then hungrily as we sucked each other's tongues into our mouths. My hands slid down from her waist to cup her rear end as I pulled her groin against my own.
Suddenly, Jessika broke the embrace and took a step back, her smokey gray eyes locked on mine. I reached down and tugged the belt of her robe loose – bereft of a closure, the slick garment slid from her curves and settled to the floor.
I stood there, open mouthed, staring at Jessika's magnificent breasts. They looked even larger free than they had constrained, and they sagged only a little. They were very nicely shaped with large, brown, slightly oval areolas, in which her nearly half-inch thick nipples were perfectly centered. They were begging for attention.
Again, I wondered if she had implants, but I knew that this time I would not be left without an answer. I grabbed a breast in each hand and pushed them together. Under her soft, tan flesh, I felt a tell-tale hardness -- Jessika's breasts were augmented. However, that did not really matter to me outside simple curiosity. I sucked each thick nipple into my mouth in turn, alternating between them as I licked and nibbled. As they hardened even more than they had been before, they popped at least half an inch out from her areolas.
Jessika moaned and panted as her breathing quickened. She also grabbed my hair and shoved my lips harder against her erect nipples. I was a bit surprised at how sensitive her nipples seemed to be; the only other woman I had ever been with who had breast implants had complained that the implants had seriously decreased the sensitivity of her breasts and nipples. That woman had gone from a 34 B to a 34 DD, and her skin had been stretched taught against her implants. While Jessika's chest was as large, if not larger than the other woman's had been, her skin, on the other hand, was soft and supple around her implants. I suspected that either she had not been enlarged as much or her breasts felt softer because she had a nice layer of soft flesh on her bones rather than being rail thin.
As I teased her nipples with my tongue and squeezed her large breasts with my hands, the curvy brunette's breathing turned ragged. I reached down, running my fingers through a soft covering of hair above her most private of areas as I sought to find her clitoris. It was not difficult to find – Jessika was clearly aroused.
I began softly rubbing and teasing her protruding clitoris as I continued worshiping her breasts with my mouth. Jessika shuddered and moaned, and then grew rigid in my arms. She used my hair to hold my head tight against her now flush bosom while clamping her thighs together and swaying slightly. Small squeaks escaped her partially open mouth.
After a couple of minutes, my lovely student's breathing returned to normal and her body relaxed. Moving her hands from my hair to the sides of my face, Jessika drew me up into a kiss.
When our lips parted, I asked her, "Did you really just orgasm?" I was surprised that it had taken so little stimulation to bring her to climax.
Jessika blushed dark red – a very attractive look for her – and nodded, looking down.
"I guess it is because I am so excited about everything, like giving you the massage and sucking your cock, and you licking and sucking on my nipples and fingering my clit, and all of it because I need a favor from you," she admitted. "I don't know why, but that whole thing makes me very hot."
"You are definitely hot, Jessika," I told her as I began kissing her throat and neck. She moaned but then pushed me away.
"I am supposed to be pleasing you, not the other way around, Mr. Warner," she admonished me with a wink. I was somewhat surprised at how she addressed me. She had called me 'Mark' since the first day of class. I suspected her sudden formality had something to do with her comment about the quid pro quo situation arousing her.
With a huge smile, Jessika smoothly dropped to her knees, took my still erect penis in her hand, and started kissing and licking all over it. After just a few moments, she sucked my member back into her mouth. She paused for a moment as her eyes met mine, and then she began to fellate me in earnest.
When she had been sucking me while I lay on the massage table, I had thought that Jessika was one of the best oral lovers I had ever experienced. Now as she expertly applied her skills to my erection, her sexy gray eyes maintaining contact with mine as she knelt in front of me, I refined my assessment to reflect a new conclusion – she was by far the best fellatrix I had ever been with.
I was in heaven as I watched her stretch her lips around my thick penis and hollow out her cheeks as she sucked me in. I moaned in delight as she waggled her tongue while pulling back, her lips forming a tight seal around my hardness. I let out a low moan as she turned her face to the side and ran her lips and tongue up and down my penis before licking it lovingly like an ice cream cone. I grunted as she sucked me back inside of her warm, soft, wet mouth, easily taking in half of my erection. Her lips again stretched around me, her cheeks again hollowed form the suction, and she again, but more rapidly this time, began bobbing her head up and down on me.
All too quickly, I reached the point of no return. I loosened my hold on her soft, chocolate hair – my grip had tightened as she performed – and I warned her, "I am going to finish, Jessika."
Jessika did not let my penis out of her mouth; however, she did quit bobbing up and down and instead maintained incredible suction on just the first two inches of my erect member. The sensation was incredible, and in a matter of mere seconds, I was shooting spurt after spurt of semen into Jessika's very talented mouth.
Given the amount I ejaculated – which in my recollection was on par with the most I had ever done so – I was surprised that Jessika was able to keep up with swallowing it all. Only a small dribble escaped her lips, and she quickly used her finger to wipe off the excess and transfer it back into her mouth. When Jessika had licked her finger clean, I drew her up to a standing position, grabbed her chin in my hand and kissed her long and deep.
After we broke apart, with smile that lit up her gray eyes, she told me, "I have never had a man kiss me after he came in my mouth, not even my ex-husband."
"There is not much that ranks up there with kissing a beautiful woman who has just taken you in her mouth," I explained.
Oral sex to completion had been a somewhat rare treat with my ex-wife, and I had never failed to kiss her afterwards. The only woman other than Jessika I had been with since my ex-wife had only performed oral as part of foreplay, so I had never had the chance to kiss her in this situation.
"You don't mind the taste?" Jessika asked with some skepticism.
"Do you?" I countered.
"I like the taste," she admitted with a shrug. "Well, I like the taste of most guy's cum," she clarified. "Sometimes it doesn't taste very good."
"How was mine?" I asked her, fascinated by her openness.
"Fucking delicious! I will need to have some more later," Jessika declared with a grin. "For right now, I want you in me. My pussy is awfully wet."
With that, Jessika grabbed my hand and led me toward her bedroom. As she was doing so, I did not say a word – I was surprised both by her direct manner of speaking about sex and her use of profanities. Other than a woman I had dated briefly in college, I had never been with a woman who was so straight forward, both in her word choice and in her willingness to express what she liked and wanted.
My musings on her language and attitude were not such that I was distracted from noticing Jessika's physical charms. As I followed her toward her bedroom and thought about her dirty and forthright speech, I was also able to get my first good look at her naked hips and buttocks. While no one would ever call the curvaceous brunette thin, I noticed that her nicely rounded hips, belly and rear were a soft covering over toned muscles. Her shape and her softness would have driven men mad in earlier times.
As we crossed the threshold of her room, I grabbed her hips from behind and pressed myself up against her. With one hand, I brushed her hair from her neck and began planting soft kisses all over the exposed skin of it. Jessika moaned and pushed back against me. I reached around and massaged her bountiful breasts. Her moans increased in volume, and now she was thrusting her butt into me. My penis started to harden again.
Suddenly, the curvy brunette pulled away from me. She turned around, a lopsided smile playing across her lips, and shook her head.
"You have to stop that, Mr. Warner," she said. "This is about your slutty student using her body to get an extension on her paper. Remember, it is her job to pleasure you."
"Making you moan does please me, Jessika," I explained with a grin as I grabbed her waist and pulled her close to me. I felt the mass of her breasts pushed against me as I grasped her hair with one hand and used my other hand, pressed firmly against the small of her back, to hold her tight as I kissed her. Jessika sighed and then pulled us even tighter together. Our tongues playfully battled each other.
After several seconds of passionate kissing, Jessika again pushed back from me. We were both breathing a little heavy as we stared at each other for a few heartbeats. Jessika bit her lower lip, reached down, and pulled me by my now almost rigid penis until we were at the foot of her bed.
My sexy student sat on her bed and looked up at me. She smiled, then leaned forward and took me into her mouth again. While using her mouth to make me fully aroused again, she reached out and massaged my balls. I ran my hands through her soft hair as she bobbed up and down. Her smoldering gray eyes never left mine.
Jessika let my erect penis slide from her mouth, and she smiled up at me as she began rubbing the hard flesh of it all over her lovely face. She then licked it up and down before planting a kiss right on the tip of it.
"Fuck me, Mr. Warner" she said in soft, almost plaintive voice before scooting back on the bed, lying on her back, and spreading her legs wide.
Her position gave me my first good look at her most private of areas. Her pubic hair, which was a shade or two darker than the hair on her head, was short and neatly trimmed. Climbing onto the bed, I took a closer look at her pussy as I explored its soft lips with my fingers. Spreading those lips released the arousing odor of her sex as well as revealing the small nub of her clitoris. I slid two fingers insider of her as I bent forward and gently probed her sensitive clit with my tongue.
Jessika moaned and grabbed my hair. I increased both the force and the tempo of my licking while my fingers explored the wetness of her soft, clinging pussy, which brought more moans. Soon, she was thrusting her hips to push herself against my tongue as her breathing quickened. I reached a hand up to massage her boobs.
"Stop," she moaned.
"Fuck me!" she implored.
I would have loved to continue to lick her delicious pussy, but after the massage and the fantastic blowjob she had given me earlier, I wanted to do what she wanted. So, with a final flick of my tongue against her clitoris, I crawled forward on the bed until my penis was just against the warm, wet opening of her pussy. With a hand on my neck, Jessika pulled me down into a kiss. She did not seem to mind at all that my lips and face were still covered with her juices.
While we were still locked in the kiss, I pushed my hard manhood into the warm, enveloping softness of her. She tensed, burying her face in my neck and shoulder as she hugged me tight.
"Fuck, that feels good," she moaned as she relaxed and lay back on the bed.
Slowly, I began moving in and out of her. As I did, I leaned forward and concentrated on licking and kissing her luscious breasts all over. Jessika, eyes closed and lips parted, hooked her heels behind my buttocks and pulled me deeper into her. I picked up speed, thrusting faster and harder as she started bucking her pelvis against mine.
"uhhhh... uhhhh... uhhhh...," the sexy brunette beneath me grunted in time with my thrusts.
"Oh God, oh fuck," she breathed as she used her strong legs and arms to pull up against me. Her head arched back, mouth open, eyes closed.
"Yes, yes, yes..." she chanted.
"Ffffuuuucccckkkkk," she moaned. "I'm cumming!"
I thrust into her as deep as I could and held myself completely inside of the sexy brunette as she climaxed. Her body shuddered against mine and her pussy tightened around me. Jessika nuzzled her face between my neck and shoulder again and let out a series of squeaks in time with her breathing. We held each other tight like this for a bit, me buried in her, as she began to relax.
Letting go of me, she eased back on to the bed, looking up at me. She reached up and brushed her hand against my cheek as she smiled wide.
"That was fantastic, Mark," she sighed.
I brushed my fingers against her lips and she sucked two into her mouth. I started slowly moving my still erect penis in and out of her now relaxed vagina.
"Mmmm...." She moaned, half-closing her eyes, as I pulled my fingers from her mouth. "God yes! Fuck me nice and slow, Mr. Warner."
I adhered to her request, pulling slowly out until just the tip of me was inside of her, and then deliberately pushing forward until her wetness enveloped all of me. Jessika pulled me tight against her, our bodies crushed together, and again she nestled her face between my neck and shoulder. The rhythm of our bodies synchronized, and we began moving and as one.
I am not sure how long this harmonious coital state lasted – it could have been ten minutes or it could have been an hour – but just as I could no longer hold back from the wondrous friction, Jessika's moans intensified. As I pushed deep into her one last time and ejaculated, she held me even tighter, shuddered, and again squeaked in time with her breathing.
When she relaxed her hold on me, I rolled from atop her, my penis slipping from the enveloping warmth of her, and on to my back. Jessika turned on her side and snuggled against me as I stroked her damp hair.
"That was fucking amazing," she murmured in my ear, her soft hands rubbing my chest.
"I concur," I replied. I had never been with anyone like Jessika.
We lounged in her bed for some time, not talking, just enjoying the physical closeness of each other. However, a question got the better of me, and I asked her, "Do you always squeak when you climax?"
Jessika started to giggle. Then what had been a girlish giggle became laughter, and soon that laughter was shaking the curvy, naked brunette lying beside me.
"Sorry," she snorted, trying to control her laughing fit.
She sat up, looking down at me, her magnificent breasts within easy reach (so I reached up and began to massage them). She took a deep breath, gave her lovely head a little shake, and beamed at me.
"Yes, Mr. Warner," she admitted, "I usually do squeak when I cum. Got something to say about it?"
"No," I told her. "I think it is cute."
An annoyed look flashed across her face, but then she grinned again.
"Cute was not exactly what I was going for here," she confessed.
"You are a marvelously sexy woman, Jessica," I assured her, "and you are a fantastic lover. But the squeaks are cute."
"Yeah," she sighed, "so I've been told. My first real boyfriend in high school – well, the guy who was the first guy to make me cum – used to call me 'Squeaker'. Everyone thought it was cute, but only the two of us knew why he really called me that."
"That does not sound too bad," I suggested as I pushed myself up on my elbows and started licking and sucking on her now hardening nipples.
"Mmmm...," she moaned. "It wasn't – it was my ex who pissed me off about it. Toward the end, he would laugh and mock me when I squeaked. It is not good for a girl's head when a guy laughs at her because of how she cums, especially when that guy is supposed to love her, and she loves him, and he is the one who made her cum. I think the asshole only did it because he knew it hurt me – and I was stupid enough or desperate enough that he could still make me..."
Jessika stopped, furrowed her brow, shook her head rapidly (which made her soft, chocolate colored hair dance marvelously across her shoulders), and shuddered, although this time clearly not from pleasure.
"No – I am not going to talk about that dickhead," she declared, favoring me with an intense look from those sexy, smokey gray eyes.
"Sorry," I said, "I didn't know..."
"It's okay," she advised me. "I just need to not let him bother me anymore."
"I guess I shouldn't call you 'Squeaker' then," I teased her, trying to lighten the mood. But, I knew it was not an effective attempt as soon as the words had left my mouth.
However, Jessika chuckled, and then surprised me further when she said, "I don't think I would mind, Mark. It might make me feel better about it all. And I do have fond memories of my boyfriend in high school who called me that."
"Well, Squeaker," I said, smiling at her as she blushed a little, "maybe we should try to make you live up to the name again."
"No!" she said, suddenly pushing away from me and standing up.
Confused, I began to ask, "Jessika, what...?"
"I am supposed to be taking care of you, Mr. Warner," she chided me.
"I quite enjoy making you..."
Interrupting me again, Jessika said, "I bet you are hungry, Mr. Warner. Wait here until I call you."
She then turned and walked out of the room. Lying back down, I put my hands behind my head and watched her leave, enthralled with her rounded buttocks and full hips.
