The Education of Anna-Marie 5 (Patreon)

Before he had time to think better of it, Emma had snapped a picture of the angle she wanted. Scott straightened quickly and turned to Emma with a befuddled look.

“Why’d you take another picture of me?”

“To distract you. I couldn’t have you thinking of how good it’d feel to let yourself come—a few more seconds of that and there’d be no turning back.”

“Hunh. I guess it worked.”

“Now to make it worthwhile. Lie down on your back, Scott. I’ll show you all the fun you can have with that hard-on… and all the fun you can show me, so long as you keep that bad boy hard.”

Scott dropped quickly down and waited breathlessly for Emma as she took a moment to enjoy towering over her tall student.

“This should come naturally to you, Scott,” Emma said, slowly kneeling down over his supine body. “Control. It might be a little flattering for a man to come, just from mouthing a woman’s tits, but she’d still rather he not do it for a good long time. She’ll want to feel it inside, deep inside. Have time to build to an orgasm. You can come when she does or afterward, but you have to make sure she gets off before you let her have it. That sounds equitable, doesn’t it? Now, the best way to keep your mind from letting you come is to focus on other parts of the body. Not just yours. Mine too.”

And to prove her point, she took his swollen balls in her hand and gave them a squeeze. Scott winced with pain, but he noticed that his cock wasn’t throbbing so hard in the aftermath.

“There,” Emma told him. “Now you don’t have to worry about coming, not for a while. But we’ll try not to overwhelm you again before you’ve built up a tolerance. You’ve already played with my tits; let’s give my ass a go. Would you like that?”

“Jesus!” Scott moaned. “Of course.”

“But tell me if it feels like you’re going to go off again. Remember, you’re building up something of an immunity here. It does us no good if you get into a habit of just coming over and over again. I was rather hoping that would be my bailiwick…”

She swiveled her leg over his face and straddled his head, her well-sculpted ass facing him, while she stared at his standing erection, shooting up from between his legs like a rocket waiting to be launched.

Gently, she rested her voluptuous ass on Scott’s chest, bringing the silky smooth globes so close to Scott’s lips that he couldn’t do anything but kiss them. Emma hummed in approval as his warm lips boiled at her cool flesh. She wiggled her ass, getting his nose between her buttocks, and lowered herself further, burying his face in the fullness of her ass.

She felt his teeth nip at the tender skin holding the inner curvature of her cleft. His tongue blindly flicked between her asscheeks, flatly licking over her puckered anus. Emma cooed as she rose to a new, ecstatic high—her juices trickling from her cunt out onto Scott’s sternum.

“Very good, Scott… treating my ass like the beautiful treasure that it is… I’ll have to show you my gratitude for giving my ass such appreciation…”

She dropped down on him as if into a sixty-nine, pressing her bare skin against his inch by inch until her mouth was on the cusp of his rampant erection. She kissed the curly hairs about its base and heard Scott groan in frustrated ecstasy at how close her lips were to the source of all his pleasure and pain.

Now she licked at the first few inches of his endowment—Scott moaned softly, his delighted vocalization shaking her buttocks. Emma tittered and skipped the vast expanse of Scott’s length to focus on his cockhead, sucking it into her mouth without warning.

Scott screamed into the gag of her asscheeks, stunned by suddenly feeling her moist mouth wrapped around his tip. Then he was all gratified moans, feeling that heated tightness descend down his shaft as milking lips and lapping tongue tantalized every inch Emma engulfed.

While she took his throbbing meat deep into her gullets, her fingers danced along his balls, not pleasuring them, but teasing them with tickles and pulls at the wrinkled skin. She had Scott going mad with intrigue, kicking his feet out and rattling them against the floor in his suspense.

He couldn’t focus on sheathing himself in her mouth, which was more than enough to prompt an orgasm from him, because her tongue explored the engorged veins along his manhood and her fingers played with the heft and resilience of his balls like a mad scientist conducting an experiment. And she washed her sex over his chin, mouth, and nose, anointing them all with the wetness of her arousal.

It didn’t make sense to the earthquake of Scott’s consciousness. It pained him to be this close to coming without being allowed to go over the edge, but at the same time, with the immense reaction he felt burgeoning at the hilt of his shaft, he feared how overwhelming the finale would turn out to be.

Emma felt his lips part, his tongue now forming words—a warning that he couldn’t take this tension anymore, that he was about to come. She brought her cunt down onto his open mouth; Scott gagged and sputtered, first tasting her pussy, then finding himself desperate for more of its deliciousness.

His prick spurted into her mouth, sending its hot seed deep down her throat. Emma swallowed frantically, tasting only in the abstract as she milked more and more of Scott’s load with her hard-working mouth.

At the same time she pumped her hips, shimmying her womanhood across Scott’s face, marking all of it with her pleasured nectar. She hardly cared that she ran the risk of jostling Scott’s protective sunglasses clear of his eyes. They were tightly closed anyway; no man could keep his eyes open while he was coming this hard.

Emma bobbed her head up and down, going down on Scott’s length until she gagged herself, then bringing herself off it until only the head was in her mouth, his cream flowing right onto her tongue.

She kept at him this way until she’d gotten every drop of cum out, most of it passing her taste buds before it swirled down her throat. Then she licked his cock all over, not stopping until it glistened: well-used and half-hard and carrying a vague sense of being battered that pleased Emma. Even a college boy couldn’t survive her sexual attentions unscathed.

At last satisfied, both by how Scott had performed and how much she’d elicited from him, Emma rolled her body off of his and onto the carpet at his side. She stretched out to relax and a warm glow suffused her body. She wasn’t tired, simply contented. A few moments to catch her breath and let her stomach settle from all she’d sent down to it and she would be back at it.

So far, she had only been readying Scott. Teaching him the rules of the game, so to speak. And she’d had fun. But her real desire was to try out that massive cock on her aching sex. Emma had had enough of playing. Now was the time to be satisfied. And if Scott couldn’t do that, no one could.

He rolled onto his side, facing her, wearing an uncharacteristic grin on his stolid face. She smiled back at him, hoping he felt as much like the cat who’d gotten the cream as she did.

“I’m glad I got more out of that than just a picture of your ass,” she teased him, just to make conversation.

“That was really something, Emma. I’ve never felt anything like that in my life. It was amazing!”

“Don’t settle for it. We were just giving you a trial run. Now that you know what it feels like, we can go for your second load. This time you won’t worry about coming too soon. You can just focus on having a good time. Or at least on letting me have a good time.”

Scott listened fervently, as intent as he would be if she were giving him a mission, except that he eyed her naked body with as much desire as when he’d first see it. His lust was more open now, appreciative, and he even dared to reach out and trace his hand over Emma’s bare flank, to her delight.

She giggled girlishly, knowing how men liked that, and stroked his wrist, knowing she herself liked all the hair that graced his forearm. His first move without instruction, she thought, but Emma could tell just from his touch that he wanted to please her as much as himself.

Scott came up onto all fours, reaching out to fondle all of her long legs with his easy, loving tenderness.