"Do not rush, boy! Easy... Slow... Let me enjoy before I cum..."
I still remember those words. They are deep engraved in my mind, since the very first time I've met Her. "Get that lazy ass here off that gaming chair, boy... and meet Mrs Silverstone boy, your new Latin tutor. No more gaming for you this Summer, Gary. You will sit and learn," my mother yelled from the garden, as I spotted her sitting with another lady, chatting and laughing. "Yes, Ma'am," I yelled as I had to leave my chair and get to know my torturer for the coming Summer. I hated it in advance. Latin. I mean, who needs that fucking dead language at the sunset of the 20th century?! A dead language instead of living girls, parties, drinks... And that in the final year of my high school. Besides, I turned 18 already. Hello! I'm an adult. Crap! Well, the bitter pill was on the table and I needed to swallow it. Like a man. A real man. Oh well. Here we go.
"Good morning Mrs Silver...," my voice was stuck as I saw Her. A lady of my Mom's age, but way too hotter than my Mom was at that time. Her wavy brown hair, going a bit under her shoulders, full lips and green eyes. Plus, her classic riding attire, with a white blouse, white tight pants, black leather knee-high riding boots, small metal spurs and a riding crop in her hand immediately made my heart working harder. "Ohhh, Gary, it's Jennifer, you can call me Jen," she said, as she tapped her riding crop on her boot, wiggling her booted leg nervously while staring straight into my eyes. "Eager to learn the language of the Romans," she asked while touching my underknee gently with the tip of her boot toe. "Yes, Ma'am... Miss... Mrs Silver...," - "Jenn,", she repeated louder a bit and slapped her boot with her crop, "time for me to leave, Ann," she told my mom, "I'll be here Saturday afternoon, I understood you guys won't be here except him?". "That's correct, Jenn," Mom said, "we're planning to get some time alone, but the two of you will be just fine". Jenn stood up and got to leave.
As Mrs Jenn was walking to her car, the sight of her curvy, yet tight ass in those riding pants made a huge bulge in my tight jeans, as I was trying to hide it. But it was difficult, since thousands of thoughts were crossing my mind, imagining her strong, curvy thighs holding that powerful horse, her ass bouncing up and down, her boots kicking the sides of that beast and spurs digging in his flanks. I wished I were that horse right at that very moment. In the next few days that computer I was playing with was not interesting for me anymore. I was just thinking of Her. I imagined her riding my teenage cock like that horse. I jerked off day and night, came several times during the day for sure. My room was smelling like a barrel of male cum and I could not wait to see her. I was counting the days until Saturday afternoon.
Finally - Day D... Mom and Dad packed things up to go for their cottage adventure, so I was alone, waiting for Mrs Jenn to arrive. Every hour was like whole eternity to me until she arrived. At precisely at 2 pm, as we agreed, there she came. Her red car stopped at the gate, but her appearance was not quite equestrian as that first time. Instead, a tight black short dress that revealed all contours of her curvy, yet firm body, medium-sized breasts, wide hips and perfect legs clad up in black nylon stockings and black high-heeled shoes... The sounds of those heels on the wooden floor as she entered our home made my heart bounce wildly.
She sat on a chair across me. She had that straight-to-the-point look and she grabbed my Latin handbook, turned it on page 33. "Read," I heard the clear command and my mouth started to produce those awful Cicero's words... or whatever I thought Cicero would sound. "Stop," she said, "I can't even listen to those sounds from your mouth. We will have to practice the correct pronunciation first. Repeat after me - Io...". Oh well, this took my excitement away. Luckily, she didn't bring that riding crop with her, otherwise my ass would probably be red so far.
"It's getting hot here, can you bring me a glass of water, please?" she asked, "and let's have a break". "What a terrifying lady," I was thinking while coming back with that glass that I almost dropped to the floor when I saw her resting on the sofa with one leg on it. "Why thank you, dear, sit there," she said as she started to sip that water looking at me while I was sitting on that sofa getting more and more confused. The tip of her shoe touched my leg... AGAIN! A bulge in my shorts started to form itself as she started to slide that shoe slowly on my naked leg. "Difficult Latin vocals," she whispered as she stared in my eyes, "and your mouth is not used to them? Oh well, practice makes art, dear. We will make this mouth of yours a mouth of an artist!" she said and then started to laugh.
"Having a girlfriend?" she asked me and I blushed. I was a little nerdy boy, already 18 and no girl! An 18-year old virgin. Back in those days it was shameful! "Y-yes," I lied, trying to get that topic off the table, but she was persistent. "Really? She must be a very pretty girl," she said as I tried to retreat back a bit again, but her foot found my leg somehow again. "Have you slept with her yet, sweetie?" she said and again - a lie from my side: "Oh yes". She probably knew I was lying up to that point. But she didn't care too much. At least I thought she didn't.
"You like what you see?" she asked me with a soft, almost laughing voice as she noticed by that moment that I was staring at her firm breasts and her nylon-clad legs, "it's ok, sweetheart, there is nothing you should be ashamed of. Boys of your age love looking at women of my age, that's normal. It's nature". With that her legs started to spread slightly and a gush of cum almost left my balls when I noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties! "What's up, sweetie? Cat ate your tongue? Ohhhh, poor Gary, what are you going to do without that tongue?". "I.. I... I..." I tried to say something, but those were the only voices leaving my mouth". "Ohhhhh, we are trying to practice Latin vocals now, I'm amazed Gary, I'm amazed... Oh, joking of course, I know what you are looking at, you naughty boy. But sweetie, what is confusing you so much? You have a girlfriend already and I'm sure you've seen her cunt before!".
CUNT! Oh fuck, she said that 4-letter word, I thought. Almost wanted to play a tough macho guy again, but she was faster. "And I'm sure that little tongue of yours already tasted her sweet pussy. Tell me, sweetie, won't tell Mom and Dad, promise". Minute of silence... All at once, her legs started to spread slowly again... her lips repeated the same question again. "You like what you see... Ever tasted... pussy...". I don't know how my knees ended up on that floor, but they did. And the next moment I remember was my body between her knees.
"Don't you wanna taste it, sweetie? It's nice... Come on"
My head followed that voice instinctively and my tongue found the way between her legs. The first touch of her pussy was a surprise for me. New taste. Something I haven't tried before. But very soon, her hand was in my hair, inviting me to lick and I started doing it harder... and faster... while a moan left her mouth, but soon her hand pulled my hair away from her.
"Ooooooh... boy... STOP! Where are you going that fast, Gary? Why so fucking quick? Do not rush, boy! Easy... now, come over here again, but very slow... yes, that's it, nice and slow".
