The Councilor

I sat in Mrs. Wheatley office, on the collapsible bed which she doubled as a couch. The room was stuffed, a bathroom hidden by the curtain in the middle of the counselling room.

I twiddled my thumbs, honestly just waiting for her to speak. She sat across from me, her back to the wall and her face towards me. She wasn't looking at me, but was rather preoccupied by the Acer computer which was on the desk in front of her. Her thick legs were tucked underneath, resting on one another slanted partially. Her legs were clad in faded blue jeans which stopped at her ankles. The tight jeans she wore gave her curvaceous hips a beautiful accentuation.

Her face, still chubby from her recent pregnancy, was still wickedly defined. Her jawline was sleek and muscled and her eyes were well set on her face.

I loved Mrs. Wheatley...

Or love her for that matter.

Evrything about that women is amazing. Her personality, which can burn you or make you go jack off in the bathroom. Her playfulness, laced with so many sexual connotations you never knew if she was being serious when she asked if you wanted to smash her. Her sass, which burned so many hormonic boys which wish they could slide into her DM's.

Of course... Her body was an added plus.

Her fat, luscious tits, always held into place by her tight Avoy polo, which was colored purple. Her succulent booty, which was fitted onto her thick thighs, and slenderly muscled calves.

Instantly, as I thought of Mrs. Wheatley in this way, the six inch package inside of my pants hardened. My hands slipped into my pants , adjusting my dick to make myself more comfortable.

My hand was still in my pants when she looked up at me, giving me a bodacious look out of her gorgeous golden brown eyes. My lengthened penis was still in my hand when she looked up.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a quirky voice.

"Trying to get comfortable..." I replied nervously, as my face flushed a bit red.

"Well it seems like what you told me in Camp Verley is still raging in your head." she replied in a sultry voice that was quiet.

"Uhhh... Excuse me?!?" I stammered nervously.

She rolled her eyes and started to stand up. As she stood, the edge of the desk brushed against her lush thighs, and she pushed out with her hips. The white plastic table scrabbled against the ground, and a scraping noise came as she pushed the table out of her way. She stood on those thick legs that so many boys at Avoy had lusted after and strode toward the door, quickly walking to it. She reached out a creamy smooth hand and held onto the door knob, shutting the door and pressing the lock with her thumb. And with that she turned, her back resting on the door, leaned at an angle, her silky hands resting under her buttocks.

"So Zane... You dont remember what you told me in Camp Verley?" she said in a singsong voice.

I flustered, pulling my hand up and taking it out of my pants. I muzzled my hair, and looked back at her with a quizzical look crossing my face.

"I know we spoke a lot in Camp Verley. So no ma'am, I dont think I remember exactly what I told you..." i said trailing off.

She gave me a tantalizing look, and her hands moved, unbuttoning the top two buttons off her polo shirt. She opened her shirt and started fanning herself. I looked at her, staring at her caramel skin that was above her bust.

"Sorry. Dont mean to cross your boundaries... But it not like you care anyway... Do you darling?" Mrs. Wheatley said to me silkily.

I shook my head, and swallowed hard. This was turning out differently than I thought. Mrs. Wheatley stood straight, and walked over to me, her curved hips swaying as she walked towards me. Her hand motioned for me to sit back, and I followed like an obedient lamb. Mrs. Wheatley sat down next to me on the couch, her leg leaned against mine. I tried to keep my gaze to her face, but my eyes kept flitting to her open shirt.

"In Camp Verley baby... You told me that you struggle with masturbation and sexual problems. You also told me that your struggled with lust and sexual temptation with the female staff at Avoy. You told me names like Miss B, Miss Charles, Miss Jennifer... and others. You also said that you want to have incest with your mother. You also made it plain that you wanted to get in between my legs." Mrs. Wheatley said dropping her head to give a glance.

I felt the heat coming from her body, and smelt the cinnamon rose body wash that was on her skin. My mind wavered, and the though of this succulent women, naked in al of her glory, lathering her tits and legs with a sudsy shampoo made my dick throb. I felt the aching sensation, my dick wanting to be released from the prison it was in. I felt my dick hardening, making a standing tent in my pants which Mrs. Wheatley instantly noticed.

"I wonder if your a tits-boy... Or a booty-boy. Or a pussy-boy. Or maybe you like all of them." Mrs. Wheatley said in a silky voice, rubbing smooth hand down my covered chest.

"So," she continued, her hand running slowly down to my crotch. "Do you want to have sex with me? Do you want to put your throbbing hard cock into my wet, slippery pussy? Or doo you want me to tongue it? Just tell me baby..."

With those final words, her hand reached the waistband of my joggers. She slipped four of her fingers under the band, her thumb clasping the outside of my pants. I looked at her, and instantly all composure I had of denying her this moment disappeared in my mind.

"Yes... I want to shove my thick cock in between your legs into your pussy. I wan to make you my three hole slut... I want you to suck my dick! I want to slide my dick in between your massive bouncing tits!! I want to give you my babies!" I said back hoarsely.

She slipped put her hand onto my chest and pushed me up, making my butt rise off the cushion then pulled down my underwear and joggers at the same time. My cock, in between being fulling hardened and limp, shot out, unfurling as it was released from its prison. Mrs. Wheatley gave my dick a longing look and wrapped her smooth creamy hand around it, groping the tip of my dick between her thumb and her pointer finger. Falling into a sort of a haze, I watched as Mrs. Wheatley started to stroke her smooth hand up and down my long, rock-hard penis. My penis pulsed at each of Mrs. Wheatley's strokes and I looked up at her, a look of pleasure crossing my face. She looked up at me out of her brown eyes, giving me a motherly look of love as she gently brought her hand up and down on my stiff member.

As much as Mrs. Wheatley's mind rejected the fact that she was juking my cock, her thick, voluptuous body was acting in a totally different manner. The warmth flowing through her body as she ran her smooth hand up and down my cock was similar to the tropical breeze of Jamaica. As Mrs. Wheatley stroked my member, a stirring sensation emanated throughout her body, overtaking the thoughts in her mind. Adding to her feelings, was my obvious size.

Most females dont expect my cock to be so thick since I'm mixed.

"Definitely feeling better than Rural." Mrs. Wheatley thought as my cock pulsed in her hand, sending a ripple of strength into her hand.

Settling back, I grinned with pleasure as she rubbed her thumb down the length of my cock. Her hand grew heavier on my cock, and her fingers tensed wrapping themselves around the width of my penis. Seeing the relaxed look crossing her smooth face, I knew from watching a lot of porn, Mrs. Wheatley was getting turned on.

At least the ones whom didn't need spit to lube their pussies when being fucked. My mind started to wander, and instantly I wonder if Mrs. Wheatley was going to end up taking my shaft down into her throat. Mrs. Wheatley felt the electricity spark in her nerves as she started to gently stroke my delicate shaft. Her hand stroked up and down delicately sliding my cock through her cupped hand.

As the feelings of heat echoed throughout her wanting body, Mrs. Wheatley slipped closer to me, the left side of her body resting on my chest. Mrs. Wheatley had watched some sort of porn when she was younger, and instantly a scene popped into her head.

She wanted to suck Zane's cock.

Mrs. Wheatley knew that she loved that... The feeling of a mans hard package slipping past her lips and into her mouth. She loved the salty flavor of sweat that came from the mans cock as the flavour of sweat and precum attacked her mouth. She loved the way that the rigid shaft would slip along her lips. She loved the felling of the mans hand in her hair, his fingers resting in her tresses. She loved the moans of pleasure as she teased and licked his manhood.

And she truly wanted to give pleasure to Zane.

I noted the way that Mrs. Wheatley was moving, her flushed cheeks and slipped my arm around her shoulders pulling her close to my chest and looking into her eyes.

"Y'know if you want to get comfortable... You can get in front of me." I said, whispering to her breathlessly.

Instantly, Mrs. Wheatley slid down to her knees, moving between my legs, her empty hand coming to rest on my other thigh. However, moving smoothly, the hand she had wrapped around my cock never moved, her fingers remaining wrapped around my package. Once Mrs. Wheatley was repositioned her hand started pumping up and down once again, more precum as offering to her machine.

For the next couple of minutes, I sat there as Mrs. Wheatley knelt before him, jacking me off. Her locked ponytail up in the air, her beautiful facial features, flushed with red as she stared intensely at my cock. I watched in pure amazement as Mrs. Wheatley licked her lips a couple of times. I looked down at her open shirt, staring at her luscious breasts, hanging off her chest.

The image of Zane's manhood teased her... His image of manhood tugged at her feelings. she kept reminding herself that it was a students cock, and that she was doing him more of a favour already by giving him a hand-job.

As the ache grew within her, so did the urge to take Zane into her mouth. Whimpering quietly at her inner turmoil, her fingers tensed on his thigh. She lifted his eyes to see Zane's face, gleaming with lust and pleasure. She knew that Zane wanted her to take his full length across her smooth lips.

She knew he wanted her to suck her cock... That was plain and simple.

Matter of fact... Mrs. Wheatley knew that Zane wanted to fuck her.

I leaned forward, reaching out with my hands wrapping around the back of Mrs. Wheatley's head. Grasping her locked ponytail in one hand, I cupped her hand with my other hand applying pressure. Her face went down towards my crotch, Mrs. Wheatley's mouth inches away from my hard cock.

Mrs. Wheatley whimpered as she felt me push down her head, but she that she wanted it just as bad as he did.

"Suck me baby. Please just take my cock into your mouth." I said in a hoarse whisper

My words sparked a nasty feeling in Mrs. Wheatley's mind, making her want to be naughty. I mean a married Christian women, taking the cock of a college student into her body. Within her, the fire of sex was lit and now Mrs. Wheatley would give Zane whatever he wanted. Her neck muscles relaxed, and she let me push her head down. Her lips touched his cockhead, slid down past it and touched the indent where the head of Zane's dick where it met the shaft. Locking her lips tightly around his cock, she rolled his tongue over his cockhead, tasting the salty precum.

Softly whimpering, Mrs. Wheatley slid her lips down his shaft... the rigid flesh caressing the nerve endings. With a practiced experience, she moved her hands down near the base so that her lips rested along her fingers before his cock entered her throat. Keeping her fingers there she rolled her tongue around my manhood.

I felt the moist sensation of her mouth as my head rolled back.

"Oh yes... You stupid Christian slut. Suck it!!." I sighed

The flame inside of Mrs. Wheatley flitted, catching fire as Zane spoke naughtily to her. Pulling her head up, Mrs. Wheatley brought her lips under his cockhead again, holding her lips there momentarily: suckling and licking my cock with her tongue. Then she started to slowly pump her smooth lips up and down my shaft, sliding her lips against her own fingers, drawing them back under the head of his dick.

The sensation of sucking cock, the taste of it, the caressing of her lips fueled Mrs. Wheatley's arousal.

And soon enough, Mrs. Wheatley let her lust take over, moaning around his manhood as she fucked him with her mouth.

Of course, I wasn't silent either moaning with pleasure and talking dirtily to this women who was sucking my cock.

Moments earlier, Mrs. Wheatley thought that this was utterly unacceptable, and so wrong. yet here she was, bobbing up and down on my cock... Loving it.

Mrs. Wheatley could feel the slit between her leg growing moist, her body wanting some sort of attention from Zane. Her sex was quivering in between her legs, her nipples hardened with arousal. The desire radiated from her massive tits, which their own need. Mrs. Wheatley knew her breasts want to be touched...

To be caressed.

To be fondled.

I was really just trying to comprehend the fact that I was getting a blowjob from one of the hottest women at the Avoy academy.

For pats sake, Mrs. Wheatley was the source of my late night ejaculation. I always imagined slipping my cock deep into her pussy.

"Holy shit... This isn't happening." I thought to myself

Similar thoughts were flashing through Mrs. Wheatley's head as she bobbed her head up and down on Zane's cock... She couldn't believe how horny she was getting off sucking this mans cock. But she was. And with each passing moment...

The slit in between her legs was getting wetter and wetter...