Continuing the story of teacher Jenny and her ex-student Michael. Jenny is pleasantly surprised when things don't go quite according to her plan.
Chapter 5 – A New Day
I awoke feeling refreshed and warm. Sunlight was streaming through my cream-coloured curtains, and Michael had shifted in the night and was now "spooning" me closely, his arms hugging me close as we lay on our sides, my back to his front. I snuggled in tighter, enjoying the feeling of him next to me. I could feel he had the usual male "morning-erection" as it pressed into the base of my spine, giving me a slight tingly feeling all over as I imagined what I might do to him later to relieve him of his unconscious need. I pressed back against him all the more.
"Good morning beautiful." Came a huskily whispered voice in my ear.
Michael was awake already! My plan from last night to get up early and put on at least the minimum of makeup before he awoke had backfired. Now what was I to do? My mind raced as I cursed and swore at myself in my head at my overconfidence. Now he could hardly help but see me without makeup, something I had promised myself I wouldn't let happen. Suddenly I was very afraid of what this self-admittedly visual man – I no longer thought of him as a boy, last night had put paid to that – would think of me utterly naked. I always felt "naked" and slightly incomplete without any makeup on whatsoever. All my confidence and maturity evaporated in an instant, and suddenly I was a teenager again. I quickly covered my face with my hands and turned to bury my face into the pillow.
"Don't look at me." I squeaked. "I've got no makeup on. I didn't want you to see me without makeup..." I trailed off. Suddenly I felt very foolish and childish, like I had regressed ten or fifteen years. Despite myself I was starting to giggle, and I did my best to suppress it – not very well.
"Jenny, don't be so silly." Michael chastised me gently, trying not to laugh himself. "I'm not so superficial as that! I know I said I thought you looked beautiful with makeup on, but I know you look just as lovely without any as well." He was clearly struggling to get what he meant across. "I mean, yes, I love you in makeup, it adds glamour and sophistication, but you're still beautiful without any...." he trailed off, not sure how to continue.
"But you've never seen me without makeup." I giggled from behind my hands, my head still buried in the pillow.
"Yes I have, at school every day for five years! And I fell in love with you all the way back then, not just now....." He stopped suddenly, realising what he had said, and my heart almost leapt out of my chest.
"Are you going to turn over and let me see you?" he asked again, clearly trying to change the subject.
"I don't want to." I squeaked out between giggles.
"Oh you silly girl..." He said, quite manfully given his age, and suddenly I felt the light duvet pulled back and he bit me on the bum! Not hard, but enough to make me squeal, half with shock, although there was no pain as such, just surprise; and half with pleasure. Instinctively I turned over onto my back to protect my exposed bottom, but my face was still hidden behind my hands.
"Ouch!" I squealed, not very convincingly.
"Please let me look at you?" He whispered, and I could feel his warm breath on the backs of my hands. Then he gently grasped my wrists and slowly but forcefully pulled my hands apart until he held them down on the bed either side of my head. He looked deep into my eyes, and my stomach did its somersaults again. I melted inside as he looked down at me, holding me down on the bed.
"See, just as beautiful." He said. "Yes, I love you in makeup, I won't deny it – but that's just an added bonus, like icing on a cake? The cake is just as nice, but the icing makes it look even more delicious. You're still you, and that's who I fell in love with." Suddenly he realised what he had said, again, and he blushed a deep crimson. I think I went a bit red too.
Unintentionally I glanced down at his rock-hard cock that was now pressing down into my stomach as he lay on top of me. It broke the moment of embarrassment. He laughed as I continued to stare at the swollen purple head looking up at me like a one-eyed-snake emerging from between our two stomachs pressed together, and I laughed with him.
"Michael sweetheart, just shut up and make use of that thing, or I'll do it for you." I said laughing with him, having almost completely forgotten that I was still not wearing any makeup. Everything seemed so easy and natural with him.
Michael needed no more prompting, and without moving his hands from my wrists he slid down the bed slightly so the head of his cock dropped into the gap between my lags to naturally rub up against the entrance to my pussy. Then, still holding my arms down on the mattress, he slowly slid back up the bed, pushing himself very slowly up into me millimetre by millimetre. I savoured every moment as he slowly pushed me open to take him in, and I guess he too was savouring the feeling as I enveloped him inside me. After a minute of slowly moving back up the bed he was as deep as he could go, and I could feel his hips hard up against mine, his cock buried inside me, filling me up.
"Oh God, Jenny," he murmured, and then started to withdraw to allow him to thrust slowly up again. "My sweet Jenny..."
"Just fuck me darling." Was all I could reply. I was in heaven myself.
Slowly building up speed, he withdrew and thrust up into me, slipping easily on my now free-flowing juices. He still held my wrists, and to my surprise I found myself enjoying the loss of control. Unexpectedly, I found that being gently held down and helpless as he fucked me was turning me on even more.
He was thrusting in a slowly increasing rhythm now, speed building bit-by-bit. I started gently bucking my hips under his weight, thrusting back to meet his thrusts. I was starting to gasp as my climax slowly approached. I could feel him opening me up each time he impaled me on his steel-hard cock, his balls were slapping against my anus, and I felt every inch of him inside me. I squealed softly as my orgasm slowly came over me gently like a warm wave, and I squeezed my kagel muscles around him spasmodically as the waves washed over me one after another.
As I calmed down, he was still rock-hard, and showed no sign of cumming himself yet. His rhythmic thrusting continued, and I gasped as I looked up to see him smiling back down at me with a knowing glint in his eyes. Unexpectedly, this was going to be no quickie! He was going to last a while, and I relaxed into the rhythm, letting myself go with the flow of the ecstatic feelings he was sending up from my centre.
It didn't take long for his unceasing pounding to send me over the edge again, and I clamped my legs up around his back, pulling him deep into me as I came yet again.
"Cum for me baby..." I whispered, not even sure if it was loud enough to be heard. "Cum for me. I want to feel you cum inside me."
Now he was nearing the edge, but so was I again! I don't think I'd cum so many times in such close succession for years, and I was revelling in the feelings Michael was eliciting in my body. Suddenly he grunted, and my vision blurred as my third climax passed through me. At that same moment I felt him absolutely explode inside me. What felt like a river of hot cum completely filled me up very suddenly as he came. Jet after jet of what felt like huge volumes of spunk filled my belly and quickly slipped down the sides of his cock as he spasmed and jerked inside me. I held him deep, pulling him into me with my legs around his back as he came.
Eventually, after what seemed like an age, he stopped spasming, and the floods of wet hotness he had been pumping into me stopped. I kept holding him inside me, my legs wrapped tight around his waist, loving the feeling of his hot cock in my wet pussy. He relaxed and smiled down at me, bending his head down to kiss me some more. I returned his tongue-kisses eagerly. After a few minutes I let go my legs and let him slip out from inside me with reluctance.
"Oh my God Michael," I said, "that was amazing. Where on earth did that come from?"
He didn't answer, but letting go of my wrists, he lay on top of me for a moment and cupped my face in his hands to kiss me so softly and gently that I almost wanted to cry. Then he slipped off me to the side, and turned over onto his back. I followed him, so that I ended up laying almost on top of him, resting my head on his chest, my hands gently playing with his sparse chest-hairs and nipples teasingly. He looked down at me, and I couldn't help myself; I slipped a hand down between my legs to dip two fingers into the sticky liquid that was oozing from my sopping wet vagina. I twisted my fingers to try and scoop up as much of our mingled juices as I could and brought them back up to lick off the lovely stickiness, enjoying the taste of both his spunk and my own juices on my fingers.
Michael watched, fascinated, and so I reached down and dipped my fingers deep inside myself again. This time I brought them up and placed them on Michael's lips for him to taste. Hesitatingly at first, he tried the "cream-pie" concoction with the tip of his tongue, unsure of what it might taste like, but I kept my fingers there and pressed them gently into his mouth. He slowly complied and eventually was sucking our mixture from my fingers as deliciously as he had just seen me do.
