The House Mother

I had to look down to confirm that it was, in fact, my girlfriend who had my cock in her mouth. As the embrace of her lips slowly moved up and down my shaft, her tongue waggled across the underside driving me toward the peak.“I’m gonna cum!” I cautioned. I always let Emma decide where she wants me to shoot.“Not yet,” she lifted her head to say. Her fingers squeezed my testicles as if testing kiwi fruit for ripeness, leaving my banana to jerk in the air in sweet frustration. “We can take our time, so don’t rush.”As far as my dick and I were concerned, any attention she wanted to give us was appreciated, and we were honored that she would take us in her mouth. It was true that we finally had guaranteed privacy for the first time in a long time. Before I could wonder if that was the reason for her new creativity, she had decided the crisis had passed and returned to my penis.Her hands and mouth played an erotic symphony on my instrument. Changing the rhythm and intensity, she would drive hard in a crescendo, then ease into a slow legato. She anticipated my responses to her orchestration and controlled me better than I could have myself, making me wait until she was ready for the final movement.With her thumb and forefinger, she made a tight ring around the base of my shaft and slowly drew it upward. As she reached the head, she did the same with her other hand, repeating the alternating continuous movement, making my cock feel as if it were a mile long. She stared at the tip, smiling when she saw the glistening dollop of precum gathering at the opening—apparently her goal of this maneuver.When the bubble became too much for the indentation to keep balanced on the head, Emma bent to kiss my glans, the tip of her tongue probing the opening, making my whole body twitch with an electric sensation.Her delicate fingers were wrapped around my shaft as she suckled the cockhead, drawing it into her mouth as her tongue swirled around it. My loud grunt was the only warning she got as my organs overloaded with a mind-blinding flash of ecstasy. I spurted into her mouth; each pulse made me jerk uncontrollably; only her tight hold kept me from doing some damage.For her part, my girlfriend continued her tongue work as her tight lips kept my semen in her mouth. My spasms went on forever. Her tongue flicked my most sensitive spot long after there was no more fluid to eject. It was so intense I didn’t know whether to beg her to stop or to continue.My brain was in no position to decide, and I shudder to think what sounds and words came out of me. Emma decided it was time and slowed to a stop, the flat of her tongue firm against my smoldering frenulum. My cock still twitched randomly as her lips maintained the seal around it.“Emma, Emma, Emma, Emma, Emma,” I sang the first coherent thought since my explosion. Reaching down to her, I ran my fingers through the milk chocolate waves of her hair.“That was wonderful,” I sighed. Given that my joystick was still between her lips, I resisted the temptation to query how or why she was able to do what she did. “My body is still vibrating.” Her loving eyes told me all I needed to know.My softening rod eventually convinced her to slurp her lips off of me, somehow keeping all of my cum in her mouth. She got to her knees, smiling with lips closed. Our eyes were locked as she swallowed my load, her tongue sweeping her mouth to gather every drop.“Who could have imagined that having your own room would make such a difference?” I laughed and she giggled.Emma and I referred to her sorority’s House Mother as “Imelda” because she so resembled in appearance and manner our high school vice-principal. That wasn’t her name either, but all the students called her that behind her back because it seemed she never wore the same shoes twice. The real Imelda, who had been the wife of a foreign leader, was famous for having thousands of pairs of shoes.The new Imelda was in charge of the day-to-day operation of Emma’s sorority house. We found her just as unpleasant as our high school administrator. Her real name was Miss Pique; if you ever pronounced her name “peek”, she would correct you, saying it was “pih-KAY”, like the tortoiseshell decorating technique, as if everyone had heard of that.She was a stout, imposing woman with hair and clothes that seemed out of an old television sitcom. Her deep blue-black hair color suggested a witch and the precise disarrangement of her curls looked like extruded plastic. Her dresses were too-bright pastels that made the room glow. The clacking of her high heels both warned and terrified as she approached.Her smile had been more of a sneer as she nodded when Emma led me to her room for the first time earlier that evening. That image quickly faded as we fell onto her bed, kissing and giggling, alone and in private for the first time in ages.Emma and I had been high school sweethearts. Living in a small town, we took things slowly, only getting as far as heavy petting in the family car, always worried we would almanbahis şikayet leave a trace or a smell that our parents would recognize. When we finally got to college, we discovered our fantasies of campus sex life were not as easy as we thought. It was even harder to find privacy with roommates in the dorm than it was with family at home.Our salvation was when Emma was initiated into a sorority and was able to move into her own room in the house. It was our first time, and that blowjob had been a marvelous beginning. With no need to rush or worry about someone interrupting it was, without a doubt, the best orgasm I’d ever had.Emma surprised me by swallowing my load. She would always spit it out if she didn’t jerk me into her hand or somewhere that she could mop up with a tissue. Everything about the blowjob had been unexpected.“Emma, my love,” I cooed, “That was amazing! I didn’t think you were ever going to let me cum, and then I didn’t think I was ever going to stop cumming!”She gave me a conspiratorial grin and looked around the room as if there might be someone to overhear before she whispered, “You can’t tell this to anyone. My ‘big sister’ gave me blowjob lessons! We pledges had to perform with a huge dildo for our initiation. I’ve been wanting to practice on you, but I decided to wait until now to show you what I’ve learned.”“Your secret’s safe with me. I guess I’ll need to work on my game to keep up,” I laughed. “Come up here and let me show what I can do.” I reached for her face to guide her next to me, but she pulled away. Her expression grew somber, and it seemed like she might cry. She sat back on her legs between mine.“Emma, what’s the matter?” I asked sympathetically. Had I said or done something wrong? Had I missed something?She looked down at my softening implement, gently toying with it, sending little shivers of pleasure through me that were out of context with her demeanor.“Well-ll-ll-ll,” she stretched the syllable into a plaintive moan, “there’s a problem.” Uncharacteristically, she avoided my eyes, idly fingering my genitals like worry beads. I tried to ignore the pleasant sensations as I gave her time to compose her thoughts.“Today is a free sample,” she said, unaware of my confused expression. “If I want to be able to bring you into my room in the future…” she struggled to complete the sentence, “we’ll have to pay.”For a chance at another blowjob like that, I’d pay a lot.“Actually, you will have to pay,” her eyes grew red. “Actually…” The words just wouldn’t come.I raised my arms to urge her to come and lie on top of me. She looked up at me, her eyes wet with tears, her chin trembling.She finally blurted out, “You have to fuck Imelda!”Sitting up, I took her arms and pulled her to me, lying back down as I hugged her on top of me. My overriding thought was to soothe her, so the shock of what she had said was suppressed. The whiplash from supreme gratification to major distress had me reeling. All I could do was comfort her; the feel of her warm body against mine certainly comforted me.“Miss Pique told me this morning,” she spoke slowly after a few minutes to collect herself. “All the girls. If they want to be able to take a boy into their rooms, the boy has to fuck her.” She seemed calmer now that the ice had been broken. “She let us in today so we know what we’ll be missing. You have to fuck her before you can come back again.”To try to ease her anguish, I tenderly stroked from her soft curls to her firm butt. Kissing her cheek, I whispered my love to her and, after a bit, she kissed my face until our mouths docked and our tongues danced. We still relished necking. In that respite, I wanted to remind her and myself that we would face it together.“I’m sorry, we’ll just have to do what we’ve been doing elsewhere,” she sighed when we paused to take a breath. “I could never ask you to do that.”The idea disgusted me. I couldn’t bring myself to imagine what she looked like underneath those gaudy dresses. I had seen BBW porn, and it was a turn-off. Making love with a sexy stranger or a frumpy friend was conceivable to me; doing it with an obnoxious ogress was unimaginable.“I don’t know how I would even get an erection,” I confessed. “I mean, I’m a guy, so you know I can get turned on by a lot of things,” I said sheepishly.“Oh, I know,” Emma poked me in the ribs. “I remember you getting hard when you saw my mom in her bathing suit at the lake.”“That’s different,” I defended myself, trying to lighten the mood. “People say you should look at the girl’s mother to see how she’ll look when she gets older. Your mom is quite attractive, which means you’ll still be hot when we’re her age.”“You asshole!” Emma cried, tickling me and grabbing my balls, still sensitive from her attentions.“I’m just saying,” I pleaded, “You’re hot, your mom’s still hot, how am I supposed to ignore that?” She relented and went back to tender caresses.“But how can I ignore Imelda—what she looks like, how she acts? Maybe if I took one of those almanbahis canlı casino pills,” I mused. The thought of her leering face below me reminded me of the old joke. “I’ll need two paper bags—one for her face and one for mine in case hers falls off.”I rejoiced at the sound of Emma’s giggle.“Could you really stand to do it?” she became serious. Her fingers traced random patterns on my chest.The way she asked made me wonder if she secretly might want me to. Being able to be alone together in this room was worth a lot, but was the price too high? I ran through the possibilities. Missionary, I’d have to see her face, but doggy seemed possible. I shuddered at the thought of being crushed under her if she were on top. I’m sure Miss Pique would insist on an orgasm. Could I make that happen even with a pill? Where would I get a pill?But to be so close to getting permanently what Emma and I possessed at that moment and then to watch it taken away was a lot to bear. It seemed that I should at least make an attempt.“If you think it’s okay, I will try,” I said, “so that we can be together like this.” Between kisses, I added “I would do it for you. I would do it for me. I would do it for us.”Our caresses evolved from comforting to stimulating. Emma’s hand found my re-stiffening organ and pumped it.“Are you ready for her now?” she teased.My heart had shifted into high gear and not in a good way. My gasp had turned into a coughing fit which took a moment to pass.When Emma saw the terrified expression that seized my face she sang, “Oh, no, no, no, honey, I’m sorry. It won’t be today. We will have to schedule a night before you can come to my room again.”Contrite, stroking my chest softly, she offered “Do you want me to get a condom?”We did not have intercourse often. Our sex life was growing slowly, giving us time to explore and enjoy each new step rather than rushing to the end. We used condoms because Emma didn’t want the side-effects of birth control pills. As a result, we saved fucking for special occasions.Her brightening mood and willingness to reward me before sending me to face the dragon encouraged me. “Yes, please!” I grinned. I got on my knees and gestured for her to lie back, lifting her leg to the other side of me.Looking down on my beautiful girlfriend, my cock throbbed at the vision of her small boobs jiggling as she got comfortable. I could spend hours surveying her trim, young shape, flawless skin, and, most important, sweet face, now recovering from her earlier stress.Ignoring her outstretched hand with the opened wrapper for the moment, I bent to her crotch, nuzzling the sparse curls that decorated it. I kissed my way around her thighs, belly, and mound before massaging her vulva with my lips. Pressing into her folds, my tongue parted them, seeking the taste of her nectar. The more I got, the more I wanted, and I gently spread her flesh to find the source.She bent her knees to open herself wide as I lapped at her opening. Her aroma filled my head and my hunger grew. Emma’s soft whimper reminded me where she needed attention and I worked my way up to her clit. Her sigh as I approached made my heart glow. I wished that I had some new techniques to match what she had done to me earlier. Instead, I did my best with my familiar repertoire.Her moans became less soft as I escalated my intensity and focused on her most sensitive spot. I was teasing her opening with a finger when she tapped my head.“No, Dan, I want you inside me when I cum,” she said. She held out the condom so I reluctantly kissed her pussy goodbye and knelt to take it.She raised her welcoming arms as I dressed my penis. A small amount of squirming as I lowered myself on top of her was all it took for the tip to press inside her. We both groaned with the shared warmth and pressure, hers enveloping me, mine nestling in her.“I love you so much,” she whispered as our eyes locked, inches apart. Those words seemed to mean more: for where we were, for how we got there, for what was to come.“I love you so much,” I echoed as I pushed ahead, pausing to savor her heat around my whole shaft and against my balls when I reached the limit. Retreating from those delightful depths, I drilled back in, picking up speed as her slickness reduced the friction.She wrapped her legs around me, and I could feel her heels against my ass, urging me faster like spurs to a steed. I bucked and fucked as her ragged breath told me she was getting closer. Her unfocused eyes and furrowed brow showed her approaching climax. I just tried to do more of everything I was doing as she gasped and held her breath.After what I hoped was a deliciously long time, she slowly exhaled, the tension gone from her face, her eyes finding mine, her shy smile shaping her flushed cheeks. I lowered myself to kiss her; her hands gripped my ass to rein my movement to a halt.Deep inside her, with her arms and legs around me, it was probably the best I ever felt when I wasn’t cumming. I stayed that way for a long almanbahis casino time. The part of me that wanted to build to a climax of my own was satisfied to wait.When the receding wave of pleasure allowed her to think again, she said, “You’re so good to me. What can I do for you?”“Well, I’m pretty sure I still owe you for what you did earlier,” I laughed. Glancing down between us, reminding her of our current juxtaposition, I suggested, “This is just perfect if you don’t mind me continuing for a bit.”She squeezed my butt cheeks and pulled me tighter. “By all means,” she giggled. She added a squirm of her hips that sent shocks through me.“With that kind of motion, it won’t be for long,” I groaned. As I began to move, I realized my organs had been quite ready when she had reached her peak.It took barely a minute of my renewed thrusting and her active response to reach the point of no return. Her hands cradled my face as she watched it consumed by my primordial pleasure. Despite my recent ejaculation, my body tapped its hidden reserves of hormones and fluids and ignited a firestorm in my gut. It blazed through me as I erupted the molten flow, bathing the glowing head of my cock within the condom, so deep inside her.Emma pulled me down on top of her, and we stayed locked together until I felt guilty about pinning her down. She always said she liked it, but I knew even her much lighter frame on me could get uncomfortable after a while. Finally rolling off and out of her, I dealt with the rubber and we covered up and fell asleep.In the morning, we got dressed, with me wearing what I had on when I arrived.“I don’t know if guys even notice the walk of shame,” Emma teased. “In any case, you can keep a few of your things here so you can look presentable in the morning.”I don’t think either of us had forgotten about it, but the reminder smacked us both in the face when we saw Miss Pique on the way out to breakfast before classes.“Will I see you two tomorrow, say eight o’clock?” she asked with her trademark smirk.Emma and I exchanged glances. “I’ll be there,” I said, trying to sound defiant.“I hope you’re up to it,” she said, eyeing me up and down. She gave her body a shake that I’m sure she thought was seductive but just seemed hideous to me.Both of us were distracted in classes and at meals that day and the next. It probably cost me a good grade on that Economics exam. I found the friend of a friend whose uncle gave him some of his boner pills. He gave me one in exchange for writing a term paper for him. When I read all the warnings about it, I hoped I didn’t need to use it.Emma was more reluctant than I was, worried that I would resent it and hold it against her. I tried to reassure her, comparing it to other unsavory but necessary tasks: changing a diaper, emptying a rat trap, unclogging a toilet, cleaning a fish, artificially inseminating a cow—the last one was supposed to be funny but landed with a thud.“If you don’t want me to do this, I won’t. But as I said when you told me, I would do it for you, me, us,” I confirmed my willingness. I didn’t want to say what was my biggest worry: if we didn’t go through with it now, Imelda would make Emma’s life miserable.Resigned to our fate, she tried to make it up to me, offering a handjob in my dorm room. My roommates were too unpredictable and I wasn’t really in the mood.“I should conserve whatever horniness I can,” I tried to joke. “I’m going to need it.”When the time arrived, Emma and I shared a long, deep, kiss outside the House Mother’s room.“We’ll get through this,” I whispered in her ear. Holding her soft, warm body tightly, I felt a stirring between my legs. I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me, letting her feel my erection through our clothes. “I’ll be thinking only of you.”Her studio apartment was hardly larger than a student’s room, but Miss Pique decorated it like an old lady. Her attire, however, was about as far from that of a maiden aunt as you could get.Her flowing translucent black gown barely hid the wine-red bra and panties underneath. The flimsy garments struggled to contain her billowy body. A black garter belt and stockings completed the absurd caricature of a brothel madam.“Here’s how this will go,” she addressed Emma and gestured to a chair by the bed. “You will sit there and watch and say nothing. If I see you closing your eyes or looking away, we’ll start over another day.” My girlfriend shuddered at the thought.“Now you,” Imelda said to me, licking her lips, “take your clothes off. And give me a show as you do.”Not much of a dancer, I had on occasion done a striptease for Emma, with more funny than sexy results. Slowly unbuttoning my shirt, I swayed my hips and gave a twirl, catching Emma’s eyes. I wanted her to know I was doing it for her as I shook my butt at the other woman.“Let’s go, let’s see that body,” she urged, taking off her gown, draping it on another chair. “Not much of a six-pack,” she commented as I removed my shirt. “Of course, good luck finding an ab on me,” she cackled, shaking her ample belly with both hands.I’m no athlete, but at least I’m in decent shape. I awkwardly continued undressing until only my undershorts were left. Emma and I looked at each other as I put my thumbs inside the waistband.