727 Cumming Ave. (Cherry Falls)

“Fuck. God, you’re a dream come true.”

She jacks me off while her mouth finishes my balls, then I shift over, laying down, pulling her up. She moves automatically into position on her knees between my spread legs, crouching down, her hands on the base of my still rock-hard cock as she points it toward her mouth.

“I’ve never…” Her cheeks redden. “I want to do it right. For you…”

“Open, kiss, lick, suck, worship,” I instruct her. “You’ll be perfect, little flame.”

She starts licking up and down and I’m already about to let loose again. Her little moans and pleasure sounds as she tastes us both are magic. She sucks the cream off the tip, then slides her tight lips up and down, swirling her tongue around the ridge, then down and up and everywhere. She gags and tries to take me down her throat, spitting and choking until she comes up gasping for air.

“Sorry, I’m trying. Like, I’ve heard…it’s called deep-throating, right?”

“Baby, we have forever for me to train that sweet throat of yours. Just take care of me, and know I will always take care of you.” I reach down and run my hand down the side of her face as she smiles up at me, saliva covering her chin as her hand holds my dick upright. “Now, get back to sucking my cock. You’re not finished.”

“When will I be finished?” She crinkles her nose on a sarcastic smirk.

“When I fucking say so.”

I shift my hand to the back of her head and apply gentle pressure until her lips drag back down my shaft and I close my eyes, breathing through clenched teeth as her tongue swirls around and her moans vibrate against my cock.

Within a minute, I’m ready to shoot off again, but something is holding me back. Watching her suck me off, her face down, full of my dick with her ass high in the air is too much.

She makes a disappointed sound as I hold her head, pulling my dick from her mouth.

“Don’t move,” I say as I crawl around, getting into position behind her and grab her ass cheeks. “Head down, ass up, baby. I’m going to give you another lesson. So far, you’re a straight-A student.”

“Thank you, Mr. Thomas. I think you’re my favorite teacher.”

“You think?” I slam back into her in one hard thrust, grunting and slipping my thumb over her puckered asshole. “I’m going to teach you lots of things, little girl.”

Her pussy tightens as I apply increasing pressure before starting to fuck into her so hard the chaise longue sort of thing we’re on starts scooting across the floor.

This view of her ass bouncing and her pussy taking my cock might be better than the first. Her back is arched, head on the mattress, arms stretched out in front of her and before long she goes off again and I’m right behind her. Our juices flow together as they leak down her inner thighs and drip onto the fabric below.

“Mr. Thomas…I guess I should have believed you,” she giggles out. “We weren’t done.”

“I told you. We’re never going to be done. Your lessons have just begun.”

Chapter 6

Jenny

It feels like I’ve lived an eternity in the last two days. Friday was my birthday, and Mason of course gave me the gift of a lifetime.

Now, it’s Sunday evening, my muscles and lady bits are sore and tomorrow is back to school and real life is starting to knock on the door.

My mom has called and messaged a few times, checking in, saying she’s having her own time of her life and has big news. I’ve tried to press her for details, preferring to know what’s coming, but all she’ll say is she’ll tell me soon. I’m half dreading it, but I’m trying not to let it ruin my time with Mason.

Turns out, Mason has my same horrific cooking skills. He also has my same love of Fruity Pebbles and Cinnamon toast crunch, so that’s a win.

We’ve been surviving mostly on runny or overcooked scrambled eggs and grilled cheese, or ordering in a lot, but tonight he insisted on taking me out for a proper date, even though I expressed my nervousness that someone might see us, and it would get him in trouble.

He just said nothing is more important than our time together. So once again, I shelved my worries and decided to ride the wave. When we were getting ready to leave, I picked up my phone and started to do a quick scroll of TikTok and one of my Discord groups when Mason came up behind me.

“You going to dinner with me or your phone?” His breath was warm on my neck, making me giggle and squirm.

I know me and my technology have spent more time together over the years than is probably healthy. Mason is trying to get me to break some bad habits, so I set my phone down, turned, and we headed out the door.