My first load had been a biggie so I took my time eating it. I started with her on her back, then switched her her laying on her front. For the big fi...ish she sat on my face, fingered her clit and giggled to another climax as my tongue stretched deep.When we were done we always followed with a deep and loving kiss, with whispered endearments sprinkled in. It was the same way we ended our first blow job and every one since; we did oral pleasure, which is by nature one-sided, as gifts of love to. Harder, you Bastard, she demanded. He grabbed them and pushed them up towards her face. You can do better than that, she insisted. He grabbed each nipple between thumb and forefinger. As he pulled forward, she leant backwards, squealing at the pain. Twice she freed herself. Leaning forward, again, they were nose to nose. If you want to fuck me, you’d better hurt me, she growled. This time he used each full hand, gripping like a vice on each tit. She gritted her teeth as she leant back. She. It scared me that she would discover how it had gotten me sexually excited. I really didn't want to do it.Mrs. Jones had always seemed to be somewhat stern and solemn in the classroom, but my uneasiness was related directly to that book, because she already must know that I was aware of the "dirty" stuff and would surely find out about my own pecadillos (i.e., jacking off) while reading it or so I worried. But, now her demeanor seemed to have changed and she didn't sound threatening at all.. He put his hand up between my legs and whispered that I was getting really hot. I said not here he said he had a van in the parking lot, that we would be confortable, very private there. We went out to his van he opened the passanger door and there was no seat but a queen size mattress with some pillows on it we laided on the mattress, continueing what we had started in the club again he opened my blouse pulled my tits out of my bra, he sucked on my nipples until they almost hurt, got them all.