John knew he was breathing rare air. The feeling immediately sank in that a new threshold had passed, and he could never return. He didn't want to.
He had already changed since that night of the attack. The quiet, meek young man had bravely ventured and charged the attackers, so his mind and self-esteem grew. Now, with the love and care of Mother Sharon, he became more confident and more at ease with himself. He had started training physically to make up for his inadequacies the day of the attack. He took up sword practice even without a real teacher and pushed himself to become stronger. Many noticed, none more so than his dear friend Viola.
Although there was no immediate major shift, when John would reflect later, he would realize there were many hints. While everyone had started treating John with more respect and considering him a proper young man, Viola loved to continue teasing him as her little brother. She would tease him about other women, especially Sharon. Although too subtle for John's perception, she constantly flirted with him.
However, John did notice that Viola was in Mother Superior's office occasionally. Or he would spot her walking with the Superior's assistant, Circe. John couldn't be bothered by this too much. His focus was singular, his passion growing and growing.
In the following days, John felt as if he was floating through the air. Although Mother Sharon no longer needed to change bandages, she still tried to visit him each night before bed. He became more confident approaching her during the day, and although cautious, they would sneak away and find a quiet, secluded spot for their pleasure. The forbidden aspect drove him insane. His loads remained prominent, but Sharon seemed to love it when he came a lot in her mouth. She would make a point to slurp up every drop, even from her heaving tits. At times, when she was straddling his leg, she would leave a wet spot on him. John noted her mature, sweet, and sour smell, and it would fill the room and haunt his dreams.
Each time, John initiated, but after a few weeks of heaven-on-earth-head, he was pleasantly surprised when Sharon signaled discreetly to him during the morning service one day. As he left the small congregation, his head was pounding with blood. He pretended to go to the washroom but quickly detoured into Sharon's office. She was already waiting for him.
She was kneeling before her big chair, taking off her clothes. As he moved slowly, she got up. Her breasts were gleaming with swollen heaviness, and her black hair cascaded around her pale breasts. John stalled to enjoy the sight, but she moved him forcefully into the chair. With no words, she immediately began to suck his dick with a hungry desire. After a few seconds, she worked him into her throat, and he almost busted immediately.
John shuddered with the realization that Sharon was enjoying herself. Her slurps, her spitting profusely onto his cock. The way she used the tip of her tongue to thoroughly twirl around the head of his cock. The way her eyes would roll back each time she forced the cock down her throat. When she would gag at times, she would carefully suck his balls to catch her breath, looking up hungrily into his eyes.
Today, her face was exceptionally youthful. Her tongue seemed enormous and heavy, and her mouth salivated like crazy. John leaned forward and carefully grabbed both of her breasts. He had grown very fond of massaging and feeling her breasts while she worked her magic. Her nipples were very hard and pointy, and he began to pinch and twist them slightly. This made her moan and return to a steady rhythm of taking this cock deep into her throat.
He tried to pull back and delay as much as possible, but her mouth had a devious suction today that could not be resisted. Even though they tried to be as quiet as possible, moans escaped John. Sharon also moaned, and her otherworldly suction filled the room with slurping. He couldn't last. He came hard. Sharon swallowed furiously but also allowed the last few squirts to glisten on her face and tits.
John beamed. But Sharon wasn't done.
She kept licking gently, starting with the tip and working her way down until licking and sucking on his balls. They locked eyes. She looked down to see that cum had spilled into her chest; she grabbed her tits and pushed them up, sucking all the cum off of it. When she got to her nipple, she sucked hard. John had never seen a more beautiful sight. "I love you," he whispered.
Her eyes widened, and a smile flushed her face bright pink. She turned to his balls and gradually picked up suction and intensity. She rolled them with her tongue and slobbered, taking enjoyment in his moans. His semi-hard cock pulsing back to life. She licked slowly from the base all the way back up. When she reached the top, she sucked the tip hard and began to jerk him off, finding a rhythm working her hands and mouth in unison. After a few moments, she started to deep throat again, and her body shivered. Her pussy became soaked again.
