But even more than that, Luke wanted, Ms. Moreau to sink to her knees, and yank down his shorts revealing his cock. She would glance up, staring Luke in the eye, daring him to say no, and softly wrap her slender fingers around his shaft. She would caress the head with the tips of her fingers, tracing around and then sliding back down to gently tug on his balls. Then, she would lick it from bottom to top, swirling her tongue around its head for what would seem like an eternity. Luke could just imagine the coy look on her face as she would tease him, her tongue dancing across his cock. Just when he couldn’t take it any longer, just as his hands would start to move to the back of her head to force her to take him into her mouth, just then, her beautiful lips would suddenly engulf his cock, taking it all the way into the back of her throat in an instant, staring up at him with her big green eyes. Her head would bob up and down as Luke started to fuck her mouth. Caressing his balls as he stroked, he thought of Ms. Moreau sucking on them, licking them, and moving them in her mouth. She would then take his cock all the way down her throat again, this time gagging on it, as her massive soft tits swayed back and forth. Her head would go up and down on his dick, then take it out of her mouth for a second and lick it all the way from his balls to his head, up the shaft.
He fell on to his back on the bed and kept rubbing his dick. His hand crept down, almost of its own will, between his legs towards his gorgeous ass. Luke’s finger’s traced the outline of his asshole, daring himself to go in. He hesitated. He’d never done anything like this before. But he so wanted this. He wanted Ms. Moreau to do it. His finger began working, pushing against his asshole, probing at his entrance. Luke took a deep breath and plunged his finger into his ass. His back arched, feeling his middle finger pulling at his hole. For a second he just sat there, frozen, as he enjoyed the pleasure and pain that came with it. His body quivered and he bit his lip as he started to move his finger in and out of his ass. Luke’s hand began to move in time, stroking his cock as he fingered himself for the first time. He imagined Ms. Moreau’s delicate finger moving inside him, pulling at the dull ache inside him, her dark hair in disarray as she took him deeper into her mouth He rocked back and forth, trying to impale himself on his finger. But his body couldn’t take all this stimulation, and in an instant he went rigid, shooting a load onto his stomach and chest. He laid there gasping, trying to recover after his most powerful orgasm he’d had.
“I should do that more often.” Luke thought.
Luke felt weariness roll over him and began drifting off to sleep, too tired to bother to clean the sticky cum from his chest.
The next morning Luke woke up to find himself naked, his chest covered in his hardened cum. Blearily he rolled out off bed, his dick stiff with morning wood, and picked at the cum on his chest, flaking a little bit of it off. He turned to throw it on the floor, but hesitated. He’d always wondered what cum tasted like – always wanted to know what it was like for the girls that sucked his dick, and now was his chance to find out. Slowly, he licked it off his finger and swallowed it, tasting its salty flavor as it rolled over his tongue. It was actually kind of delicious, with a tang to it that made him want more. As he strolled to the shower, he wondered what fresh cum would taste like. Probably even better.
Luke slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Glancing at his body in the mirror, Luke grinned and flexed a little. He was a 19 year old hockey player, so of course he looked good- a nice frame, not too wide, and a firm ass with a thick set of thighs. Steam began to fill the room as he looked at himself, absentmindedly playing with his dick He stepped into the shower and began rubbing himself down with soap when a thought occurred to him. Slowly, his slippery fingers traced their way down his chest towards his ass. Leaning one hand against the wall and sticking his ass out , he took deep breath and pressed his finger against his asshole.Unlike the previous night, there was now no resistance Luke nearly collapsed as the lubed finger slipped into his ass and hit his prostate. It felt so damn good. No wonder girls wanted it up the ass if this is what happened. With his other hand he grabbed his rigid cock and started rubbing. His knees trembled as he slowly pumped it in and out and he thought of Ms. Moreau doing this to-
“Shit!” Luke said, yanking his finger out of his ass. “Fuck. I’ve gotta feed the dog.”
Luke stumbled out of the shower and yanked on his shorts, not even bothering to find his boxers. He glanced at the clock as he pulled on tank top. It was almost 1 in the afternoon, and if he didn’t get there quick, the dog would start shitting inside the house. After grabbing some spare clothes and a charging cord, Luke ran down two flights of stairs to the three car garage only to find that all three were gone.
“Fuck!” Luke said. “Why do they all need a fucking car so fucking bad. Luke groaned and grabbed his expensive bicycle as if it were a chore to have a $2000 bike. He pedaled out of the garage, ambling through the obsessively manicured lawns of his subdivision. As he rode, he thought about Ms. Moreau- By the time he was halfway there he was rocking back into the seat. He was grinding his ass against the soft material of his seat, pushing the fabric of his shorts into his tight ass. Every time he went over a bump, the seat pressed on his ass in a way that made his knees weak. He pedaled faster and faster, dodging between cars and the sprays of sprinklers. The thought of Ms. Moreau’s silk panties waiting for him spurred him through red lights. The sooner he got to the house, the sooner he could satisfy his painfully throbbing dick. The suburbs fell away to the countryside and he arrived at the Moreau’s manor. A large gate sealed the land, but Luke just waved the key card that his sister was given when she watched the house last year and the gates parted. He pedaled up the expansive driveway, passing a few well-maintained topiary as the gates crashed shut behind him. The scowled at the green fields that seemed to stretch on forever. He couldn’t even see the neighbor’s land from there.
“Fucking rich people.” Luke said, conveniently forgetting that he himself was a fucking rich person.
After a minute he’d reached the massive front door, leaned his bike up against the side and climbed the massive steps. The door was impressive. Dark oak, at least twice as tall as Luke himself, but he barely had to it push to swing it open after unlocking it. Stepping through the vestibule, Luke drew a sharp, short breath. Wealth gleamed from every crevice of the large front room, with chaise lounges, chandeliers, a fireplace, and twin sets of staircases framing a doorway as they spiraled up. The manor was four floors of wealth and power, with too many rooms to count.