The Senior Judge had a reputation as a stickler for the rule of law, quick with the gavel to reprimand and hold in contempt any who might dare to violate the decorum of her courtroom. But her Honor was to find it was she who would lose all control of the proceedings -- the day he showed up in her court.
His kiss left her breathless, flushed, panting through her opened mouth, and desperately yearning to hang on to the hard young body that now drew away from her. Still holding her loosely in his arms, he looked deep into her softened blue eyes while his hands went up to clamp her naked shoulders. Without a word, he pressed the woman to her knees. And at his silent urging, the Honorable Judge Miriam Bryce-Havens, Senior Judge of the Superior Court for the great State of New Jersey, slowly lowered herself to kneel before her young lover -- the handsome college boy -- a boy young enough to be her son!
Her eyes took in the white jockey shorts banding his narrow hips -- the telltale bulge of his manhood stood prominently before her. A throb of lust resonated through her. Being forced to her knees by her young lover brought on a most powerful surge of arousal, one that always left her breathless. For reasons she never knew, and no longer even questioned, she found that to be forced into submission like this stirred something deep within her, excited her to the very core of her being!
So now she knelt here, erect and motionless, mesmerized by the tented front of his white cotton underpants. The lad's fully-hardened erection could be seen through those tightly-stretched briefs. Her hands rose up with a life of their own, helplessly drawn to the elastic waistband at his hips.
Through half-lidded eyes he watched her reach for him. Her curling fingers slipped into the waistband, eased his underwear down, till his suddenly freed prick sprung up to stand quivering before her. She quickly looked away to continue drawing the underpants down his straight legs, bending down to allow him to lift each bare foot in turn so she might free him from his briefs.
He couldn't help smiling, inanely pleased to see this mature, sophisticated woman leaning into him with head submissively lowered. Looking down on the precisely styled hair -- that silvery-blond head that was poised so near his throbbing sex, his grin widened. He watched her take in the sight of his erect penis, a splendid, naked cock, fully upright now and standing at rigid attention, just inches away from her wide blue eyes.
His trembling hands found her head. Fingers dug into the short blond hair curling, tightening his grip, till he held her firmly in both cradling hands. Slowly, he drew her into him and at the same time shoved his hips forward till she found herself held tightly against his body -- Miriam Bryce-Haven's tastefully made-up face jammed into this randy college boy's hot, sweaty crotch.
With her face buried between the boy's thighs, Miriam closed her eyes to let the intoxicating smell of his pungent sweat fill her flaring nostrils: a raw, musky smell - a man smell. The haze of moist pubic hair tickled her nose. He arched up, pushing her lower, pressing her in to nuzzle deep into his underarch, her nose against his lightly-furred scrotum. She inhaled deeply, drinking of him, taking in that masculine scent she found between his legs. 'God, I loved the way he smells' she thought. Her hands felt their way up the back of his bare legs till they cupped those tight boyish buttocks.
With those well-manicured fingers, tightening on his clenching butt, Blake rose up on his toes, squirming, writhing up to let her get the full feel of his needy prick, rubbing up along her cheek, his smooth, hard, young cock pressed against her flushed face. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes to allow himself to savor the moment, sensuously rubbing himself all over her lightly-powdered face of the elegant woman
who knelt at his feet.
