by Dee Luscious
I was so hypnotized by the sight in front of me, it was a moment before I noticed that Mrs. Robbins had begun squeezing her breasts with both hands The glossy flesh bulged between her fingers as she kneaded her swollen tits vigorously. At first I was a little confused by this, but just then, one of her hands slid down the front of her taut stomach and disappeared between her legs. Suddenly the realization hit me: Brenda Robbins was masturbating!
My cock was raging by now, but I didn't even notice. Brenda's fingers had plunged into her pussy and were moving rhythmically. With her free hand, she lifted a breast to her lips, and let her tongue run along its contour. Her fingers were moving faster and faster. Suddenly, her body went rigid and a low moan escaped her lips. A second later, her hand emerged from between her legs. She held her hand out for a minute, looking at her sopping fingers and then slipped them into her mouth! She smiled, a dreamy expression coming over her face.
My heart was pounding like I had just run in a marathon and my whole body felt like it was on fire. Somewhere in the back of my head, a little voice was telling me I should go now. But Brenda Robbins wasn't done yet. Reaching behind her, she let her hand glide along the surface of her flawless bubble butt. It lingered there momentarily, before vanishing between her ample butt cheeks. Her ass began to jiggle with movement. Was Mrs. Robbins getting herself off... anally? Unbelievable!
She arched her back and her breasts began to heave and roll on her chest as the movements became more vigorous. A strangled cry burst from her lips as fluid began spurting from her gaping pussy. Was she ejaculating? This was too much!
I knew what female ejaculation was. I had seen it in porn before, but I was never sure if it was real, or just a special effect for the video. Each of my friends claimed to know a girl who ejaculated (only when she had sex with them, of course), but somehow I had never really believed that it happened to real people. At least, not people that I knew.
Brenda was leaning forward now, with her hands resting on her knees. Was she catching her breath too? She stood there, not moving, letting the water from the shower splash against her shoulders and run down her back.
Just then, I noticed my hand was on my zipper, slowly pulling it down. I jerked it back, as if I had touched a hot stove. I'm not a creep, remember? Okay, I had seen enough. More than enough, really. It was time to get out of here!
***
I was just turning to leave, when suddenly, my phone started ringing. Stupid! I should have turned the ringer off before I came in here! My ringtone isn't particularly loud, but in that empty locker room it might as well have been the fire alarm.
The water stopped.
“Is someone there?” Mrs. Robbins' voice called.
I sprinted past the rows of lockers, looking over my shoulder for any sign of Brenda Robbins emerging from the shower room. Yes, I know, any baseball player will tell you that looking back when your running is a bad idea, but excuse me if I wasn't thinking about baseball right then. I was still looking behind as I rounded the corner of the last row of lockers, and didn't see the lacrosse stick protruding from under a row of benches. The net caught on my foot as I passed, and sent me sprawling to the floor. I had barely gotten myself untangled from the errant lacrosse stick, when Mrs. Robbins appeared from behind the lockers.
She looked very much like she did in my pizza boy fantasy: the wet tousled hair running down her shoulders onto the tops of her swollen breasts, the flimsy towel clinging impossibly to her curves. But there was nothing sexy about this situation.
“Jason?” she said, with a look of surprise on her face.
“H-hey Mrs. Robbins.” I stammered, stupidly.
Her brows furrowed and there was an edge to her voice. “What are you doing in here, Jason?”
I had to think fast.
“ Natalie lost her phone,” I replied, trying not to sound as nervous as I felt,” She asked me to see if she had left in in the locker room.”
“Did she really?” said Brenda. Her voice was still cold. “And it was her idea to send her brother into the girls locker room instead of checking herself?”
Okay, this was getting worse.
“ Well, she's, uh, not here right now,” I said, my confidence fading fast. “ She's at the mall with some of her friends. She called me and asked if I could look for her phone.”
“Called you? On what?”
“On her phone, I-I guess.”
“I thought you said she lost her phone.” Mrs. Robbins said, sounding almost amused.
Damn! I walked right into that one.
“W-well not her phone, of course,” I was stammering again,” She must have borrowed one of her friends' phones to call me. I wasn't paying attention to the number when I answered and... and...”
It was no good. Brenda Robbins didn't believe a word I was saying. Hell, I didn't believe a word I was saying.
“I'm sorry,” I mumbled, “Please don't tell my mom about this. She has her hands full with Grandma already, and-and...” I trailed off.
Mrs. Robbins face softened a little. “ Jason, you know what you did was wrong.”
“I'm not a pervert!” I blurted out. “I wasn't taking pictures or masturbating or anything. I just looked for a second so I could... could...”
“So you could what?” Brenda asked, looking a little puzzled.
“So I could remember...” I muttered, looking at my feet, ”for later.”
Mrs. Robbins was quiet for a moment.
“Jason,” she said softly, “do you think about me?”
“S-sometimes.” I said, hesitantly.
A strange expression had come over Brenda Robbins' face. It was that sly, almost malicious look I thought I had seen on the basketball court.
“I don't think I need to talk to your mother about this.” she said abruptly, “ That's the sort of thing you do with misbehaving children. And you're not a child anymore are you?”
Was it my imagination, or had her voice had taken on a low, husky tone?
“There's no reason why we can't resolve this like adults.” she said, putting the emphasis on the word “adults”. “What if I give you the chance to make it up to me? You do me a favor, and I'll forget about the whole thing. How does that sound?”
“T-that's great!” I exclaimed, not even trying to hide how pathetically grateful I was. I had fucked up badly, and Mrs. Robbins was offering me a way out. I was ready to anything she asked, even if it meant painting her house, cutting her grass for a year, or coaching the whole damn basketball team for her.
“Good. Take off your clothes.”
I just stood there, blinking. “Huh?”
“You heard me.”
“But-but-” I faltered
”You saw me naked, Jason,” she said with a malevolent smile,” so it's only fair that I get to see you naked too. Besides, I can hardly tell on you if I've done the same thing myself, can I?”
I swallowed hard. I didn't have any choice and we both knew it. I kicked my shoes off and followed with my socks. Her smile broadened as I took off my shirt. I had often fantasized about being naked with Brenda Robbins, but never like this. To make matters worse, my erection hadn't completely gone away and I was still half hard. I fumbled with my pants, trying desperately to think neutral thoughts in the hopes that my dick would deflate, but it didn't work. It's hard to distract yourself from sexual thoughts when you're stripping in front of a hot MILF wearing nothing but a towel.
I was down to my underwear. I stopped for a second, eyeing the bulge in the front of my briefs. Maybe I could stall for a minute or two. Give myself a little more time to...
“Don't stop now, Jason.” Brenda purred. “ You're not trying to tease me, are you?”
I hesitated.
“Jason...” Her voice was getting firm again.
I jerked my underwear down and stood there naked, my cock still semi-erect. I could feel my face turning red. But Mrs. Robbins wasn't looking at my face.
“Oh my,” she said, “you r
eally have grown up haven't you, Jason?”
I didn't answer. My mouth was so dry I couldn't have said anything anyway.
With a sudden movement, she let the towel drop to the ground. She stood there for a moment, letting my eyes scan her voluptuous breasts, wide hips, and inviting pussy. My dick shot up like a rocket!
“Oops.” said Brenda, with a look of innocence that was anything but.
Turning on her heel, she motioned for me to follow her.
“Come along, Jason.”
“W-where are we going?” I asked, somehow finding my voice again.
“I'm going to finish my shower.” she replied.
“And I'm not done looking at you yet.” she added with a mischievous smile.
***
I followed her to the showers, my cock still sticking out like a ramrod. It wasn't going down any time soon, and as I stared at Brenda Robbin's bulbous ass, swinging provocatively with each step she took, I wasn't sure I wanted it to either.
I stood in the doorway of the shower room, watching as Mrs. Robbins turned on the shower head and adjusted the faucets to her liking. I couldn't move. I felt like I was rooted to that spot, hypnotized by every move she made. Finally she looked up at me.
“Come closer, Jason.” she said, pointing to a spot a few feet away from her. “I'm a little nearsighted without my glasses, and I don't want you to be fuzzy.”
I walked over to her mechanically and stopped on the spot she indicated. I was so close to her! I could literally reach out and touch every inch of her shapely body, feeling her ample flesh bulge between my fingers as I squeezed it, but I didn't have the nerve.
Brenda turned to the shower and pushing her massive breasts together, let a pool of water form in her cleavage. She let her boobs drop and the water cascaded down her stomach, soaking her pussy. She smiled and began humming to herself. She didn't even look in my direction. She was totally ignoring me!
My erection was throbbing and I could feel the load building in my balls. I desperately wanted to relieve the pressure! A couple of strokes and I would shoot off like a fire hose, but I couldn't! Not with Mrs. Robbins standing right there.
My mind was racing. What did she want? Was this some sort of sexual fantasy of hers? Was she getting off on having me stand so close to her, horny as hell, but unable to touch her? Or was this some sort of punishment? Her humiliating me for spying on her in the first place?
“How's college?”
“Huh?' I said, jarred from my thoughts.
Mrs. Robbins didn't look at me.
“I said, How's college? Do you like it?”
She said it casually, as if we had bumped into each other on the street and were making small talk.
“Oh, um... yeah,” I replied hesitantly,”It's okay.”
Mrs. Robbins was silent for a moment. She still didn't look at me.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Jason?”
“Not-not really,” I said cautiously,”I mean, I know a couple girls, but it's not serious or anything.”
That wasn't a lie, not exactly. There were a couple of hot girls in my sociology class, but I hadn't worked up the nerve to actually talk to either of them yet, so you could definitely say we weren't serious.
Mrs. Robbins turned to face me. She was standing so close that her mammoth tits were pressed up against my chest.
“Do you fuck them, Jason?” she asked, looking me in the eyes.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
“I-I don't know.” I stammered stupidly.
Brenda stepped back, a bemused smile on her face. “You don't know? They must not have been very good if you can't remember.”
I didn't answer. I couldn't answer.
She looked down at my pulsating boner. The tip of my cock had turned red and shiny and I was sore as hell.
“Mmm, that looks a little... uncomfortable.” she said.
“A little...” I managed.
She ran her finger along the swollen head of my penis. My cock surged, seemingly growing another inch or two in reaction to her touch. The veins on my shaft bulged.
“You know,” she said thoughtfully,”I had a boyfriend in college that had the same problem. He would get erections so hard that they hurt. I had a little trick that helped relieve the pain. Would you like me to show it to you, Jason?”
I nodded dumbly, my heart pounding in anticipation.
Mrs. Robbins got on her knees in front of me and lifting her enormous breasts, sandwiched my raging erection between them. My cock disappeared between the two giant mounds of soft wet flesh, as Brenda began rubbing them back and forth across my shaft. She leaned forward, teasing the bulbous tip of my penis with her tongue each time it emerged from between her undulating udders. Her nipples were flushed and hard, pointing straight up at me.
I couldn't believe it! Brenda Robbins, the MILF of my dreams, was actually tit-fucking me in the girls locker room shower! It was like all my sexual fantasies had been rolled into one mind blowing fever dream!
Then it happened. It felt the orgasm, like an electric shock, starting in my balls and racing up my shaft. There was nothing I could do to stop it. Mrs. Robbins was bent over my cock, her tongue caressing its florid head. I had to warn her!
“M-Mrs. Robbins..!”, I croaked.
She looked up at me, her mouth curved into a salacious grin, ”Call me Brenda. I think we're on a first name basis now, aren't-”
She didn't get the chance to finish. My cock bucked, sending a thick spurt of semen into her open mouth. But it didn't stop there. I couldn't stop ejaculating! Rope after rope of cum burst from my tip, streaking her face and breasts with long creamy strands of white fluid.
I stood there trying to catch my breath, my balls aching with relief. A long strand of jizz swung from my flaccid cock like a pendulum. Brenda was still on her knees, with a look of incredulous surprise on her face. Semen trickled from her open mouth onto her cum splattered breasts.
“I-I'm sorry...” I stuttered.
Brenda burst out laughing. “Oh Jason,” she panted, gasping for breath “I haven't had a facial since my senior prom! You sure know how to make a woman feel young again, don't you?”
She lifted one of her enormous breasts to her lips and licked a streak of cum from her nipple.
“I guess I really do need a shower now.” she said.
***
We stood under the shower head facing each other, the water splashing on her glossy breasts and running in warm rivers down my shoulders and back. Brenda began rubbing my chest with her hands. The soft touch of her fingers on my skin sent a thrill through my entire body.
“That was quite a load you were carrying,” she said, the mischievous tone returning to her voice, ”It's been a while hasn't it?”
“ Yeah, I guess.” I mumbled. More like 19 years, but I didn't want to tell her that.
“Jason,” she said after a long pause, “Are you a virgin?”
I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. Or maybe I just didn't want to answer.
“Jason...” Brenda said, with wonder in her voice,” Are you getting hard again?”
I looked down and saw my cock surging upward, literally expanding before my eyes!
“Y-yeah,” I replied a little sheepishly, “It does that sometimes. It kind of has a mind of its own, I guess.”
“Well,” she said, her smile turning into a lustful leer as she took hold of my shaft, “I guess I'll just have to show it who's boss then, won't I?”
With my throbbing manhood firmly in hand, she guided me downward until I was lying on back on the wet tile floor. Mrs. Robbins stood over me, her legs spread, her juicy cunt wet and glistening. Slowly, she began to lower herself toward my eager erection.
Suddenly she stopped, her gaping pussy hovering mere inches above my dancing erection.
“Well?” she said.
“W-what?” I stammered, dumbfounded.
“Are you a virgin, Jason?” she said slyly.
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“You are a virgin, aren't you?” she purred, malice dripping from every word. “Are you sure you want me to take your virginity, Jason?”
I didn't answer. My cock ached with anticipation.
“Are you sure?” she hissed.
“Yes!” I wailed, “I'm a virgin and I want to fuck you so baaaad!”
With that, she let her full weight drop onto my rigid pole. I felt the luscious lips of her pussy part as my shaft rushed inside. A low moan escaped her lips as my raging erection plunged deeper and deeper into her warm wet core.
Fireworks were going off in my head! Mrs. Robbins had taken my full length into her pussy! I could feel the soft moist flesh of her ample ass resting on my balls.
“Ohhh Jason...” she gasped, ”You're stretching me so wide!”
She began rocking back and forth, her pendulous breasts swinging hypnotically inches from my face.
“Don't just look at them,” she panted breathlessly, “Do something!”
I grasped her undulating tits in each hand and let my thumbs explore the rough contours of her areolas. Her nipples were like rocks under my thumbs as I pressed down on them. I began moving them in a circular motion with my thumbs, slowly at first, then speeding up. I had seen it done in a porn video once, and the woman seemed to like it. Of course, porn stars pretend to like everything that's done to them, but it was worth a shot.
Brenda groaned with pleasure. Her pussy was soaking now, and I could feel her juices streaming down my shaft.
“I'm getting so close!” she moaned,”Suck on my tits, Jason. Suck on them now!”
She thrust a bulging breast toward me and I took it into my open mouth. My tongue swirled over her soft, slippery flesh and explored the contours of her rock hard nipple. It tasted almost salty. She leaned forward heavily, filling my mouth with her warm supple flesh and I sucked it in like a vacuum!
From what seemed like miles away, I could feel my cock burning and throbbing inside of her, like a volcano getting ready to erupt. Suddenly her pussy constricted around my shaft like a vice! She jerked back, her boob making an audible “pop!” as it left my mouth, and sat astride me, her whole body rigid as the orgasm rushed through her. A cry of ecstasy emitted from her lips, echoing in the empty shower room.
