Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 31: Milf Curriculum : Special lessons with Miss Kelly 1 [+R18]

Chapter 31: Milf Curriculum : Special lessons with Miss Kelly 1 [+R18]

Liam stood between Miss Kelly’s spread thighs, his heart hammering against his ribs like a war drum.

The air in the small apartment was thick with a scent of her lavender perfume and a heavy musky scent of their shared arousal.

He looked down at his own cock which was thick and pulsing, it veins standing out like cords under the skin.

’Holy shit, this is actually happening. I’m about to lose my virginity—and not to just any girl. My hot lecturer. The literal top of the food chain. Every guy’s fantasy and I’m the one living it.’

He was twenty, and despite the bravado he’d carried since walking through that door, the reality of the situation was finally hitting him.

Miss Kelly lay back on the leather sofa, her pale skin flushed a deep sunset pink.

She had discarded her blouse earlier, leaving her in a white lace trimmed singlet struggling to contain her frame.

Her massive breasts, solid and heavy 38Es, were freed from fabric, spreading toward her armpits. Even lying back, her breasts held shape and height, full and lifted, refusing gravity.

Their weight pulled at her skin, carving deep cleavage Liam could not stop staring at. Her nipples were bright pink, wide circles with pebble hard points at the center.

"Liam," she breathed, her voice a complete ghost of its former professional self. "Please..."

He didn’t need to be told twice.

He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the worn leather on either side of her hips.

He guided the blunt, wet head of his length to her entrance.

She was soaked from squirting earlier, the translucent moisture coating him instantly. With a sharp, shaky exhale, Liam pushed forward.

*Squelch*

"Ah... Liam—ungh," she gasped, her fingers clawing at his forearms. Her head fell back, "Oh... hhn-ngh... right there... ah!"

As he drove deeper, the sounds sharpened. "N-ngh... haaa... more... please, ah-ah-ah!" Each word was cut short by the low thrust

’Holy shit, is this what sex is supposed to feel like?’ Liam hissed through his teeth. She was so tight it felt like she was swallowing him whole. It was staggering.

’So I’m supposed to just... move?’

He didn’t know what else to do, so he started moving with raw power.

He pulled back until he was almost out, then slammed his hips forward, his pelvis cracking against her plush thighs.

He was focused entirely on the friction, on the way his cock slid through her slick, swollen folds. He was thrusting like a piston, his eyes shut tight, his teeth bared.

"Liam—wait—ah!" Miss Kelly gasped, her head tossing back and forth.

Liam didn’t stop.

Liam as been a virgin his whole life now he was in the middle of a gold mine, and he wanted everything at once.

Her voice climbed, a series of sharp, breathless hitches.

"Liam—hhn—wait—ah!"

The sounds were erratic, her moans turning from melodic to strained as the friction intensified too quickly. "Liam! Stop! Stop for a second!"

She reached up, her hands firm as she grabbed his shoulders, pushing back against his momentum. Liam blinked, his vision blurry with lust, and pulled out.

He stood there, panting, his cock twitching in the open air, still slick and glistening.

"Did I... did I do something wrong?" he asked, his voice cracking.

Miss Kelly sat up, her heavy breasts swaying with the movement.

She wiped a stray hair from her forehead, her eyes softened by a mix of amusement and lingering hunger.

She had been a widow for a year, and she could tell Liam had the equipment and the drive, but he was rushing the finish line.

"You’re a natural, Liam," she said, her voice slipping back into that familiar lecturer tone.

"But you’re going to finish in thirty seconds if you keep that up. And I haven’t even begun to get what I need. You’re a good fuck, but you need to learn the rhythm."

She slid off the couch, her bare feet hitting the carpet. She looked at him, her gaze trailing from his eyes down to his throbbing length.

"Lie down," she commanded. "On the floor. Right there."

Liam obeyed without question. He stretched out on the rug, the fibers slightly scratchy against his back.

He felt exposed, his hard-on pointing straight at the ceiling.

Miss Kelly didn’t hesitate.

She stepped over him, her thick, pale thighs framing his waist.

She lowered herself slowly, her hands reaching back to guide him. As she sank down, her eyes fluttered shut. She took him in an inch at a time, her internal muscles clenching around him like a glove.

"Oh, God," she moaned.

"F-fuck... ghhh-hnnn," he choked out, his voice cracking under the sheer pressure of her. He folded his knuckles from the pleasure.

Miss Kelly began to move, and it was nothing like Liam’s frantic jabbing.

She lifted her hips,

"Mmm-aaaaah..." escaping her lips as she rolled them in a slow, agonizing circle.

As she reached the peak of the arc and began dropping back down.

She let’s out a low moan that seemed to echo Liam’s own pulse.

She was using her weight, the sheer mass of her hips and those heavy, swinging breasts to create a rhythm that made Liam’s toes curl into the carpet.

With every grinding revolution, she let out a thick, melodic "Ohhh... god... yes..." that hitched and broke.

"hnn... hnn... hnn!" She whimpered, every time her weight bottomed out against him.

"See?" she whispered, leaning forward so her massive chest brushed against his face. "You have to feel the slide, Liam. Don’t just hit it. Feel it."

As she picked up the pace, her breasts were bouncing in way that they swung and swayed like heavy pendulums, the weight of them pulling at the skin of her chest.

Liam watched the deep pink nipples dance, mesmerized by the sheer physics of her body.

"Liam," she growled, her voice thick and commanding. "Don’t just stare at them. This is the part where you suck my tits. I want to feel your mouth on me while I ride you. Hard."

Liam didn’t hesitate. He reached up, his large hands catching the underside of her mounds, feeling the incredible weight and softness of her. He pulled her down, his mouth targeting one of the pebble-hard, pink tips.

The moment his lips clamped around her, Miss Kelly let out a jagged, broken sound.

As Liam began to suckle firmly, drawing the nipple deep into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip, she arched her back into a rigid bow.

The sound of his wet suction filled the air, mingling with her frantic moans. He kneaded the heavy weight of her other breast with his free hand, squeezing the plush flesh as she ground her hips against him.

"Oh... L-liam... haaa... that’s it... suck them... ah! ah! ah!"

The sensation sent Miss Kelly over the edge.

She began to ride him with a new ferocity, her hips slamming down onto him as he sucked her dry. The living room was swallowed by the relentless, wet rhythm of their connection.

"Pa~pa~pa"

"Ah!.. Ah!" Miss Kelly cried out, her voice syncopated with every heavy impact.

"Oh god—haaa!—Liam!" she screamed, her head tossing side to side as she drove herself down.

"Tatatatata"

The sounds of their bodies meeting, a violent, wet slapping noise—filled the small space.

Each time she bottomed out with a frantic "Ugh!", the friction produced a loud, messy sound that echoed off the walls, punctuating her desperate, high-pitched keening.

"Let’s change position."she panted, her voice thick.