My erection was throbbing and I could feel the load building in my balls. I desperately wanted to relieve the pressure! A couple of strokes and I would shoot off like a fire hose, but I couldn't! Not with Mrs. Robbins standing right there.
My mind was racing. What did she want? Was this some sort of sexual fantasy of hers? Was she getting off on having me stand so close to her, horny as hell, but unable to touch her? Or was this some sort of punishment? Her humiliating me for spying on her in the first place?
“How's college?”
“Huh?' I said, jarred from my thoughts.
Mrs. Robbins didn't look at me.
“I said, How's college? Do you like it?”
She said it casually, as if we had bumped into each other on the street and were making small talk.
“Oh, um... yeah,” I replied hesitantly,”It's okay.”
Mrs. Robbins was silent for a moment. She still didn't look at me.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Jason?”
“Not-not really,” I said cautiously,”I mean, I know a couple girls, but it's not serious or anything.”
That wasn't a lie, not exactly. There were a couple of hot girls in my sociology class, but I hadn't worked up the nerve to actually talk to either of them yet, so you could definitely say we weren't serious.
Mrs. Robbins turned to face me. She was standing so close that her mammoth tits were pressed up against my chest.
“Do you fuck them, Jason?” she asked, looking me in the eyes.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
“I-I don't know.” I stammered stupidly.
Brenda stepped back, a bemused smile on her face. “You don't know? They must not have been very good if you can't remember.”
I didn't answer. I couldn't answer.
She looked down at my pulsating boner. The tip of my cock had turned red and shiny and I was sore as hell.
“Mmm, that looks a little... uncomfortable.” she said.
“A little...” I managed.
She ran her finger along the swollen head of my penis. My cock surged, seemingly growing another inch or two in reaction to her touch. The veins on my shaft bulged.
“You know,” she said thoughtfully,”I had a boyfriend in college that had the same problem. He would get erections so hard that they hurt. I had a little trick that helped relieve the pain. Would you like me to show it to you, Jason?”
I nodded dumbly, my heart pounding in anticipation.
Mrs. Robbins got on her knees in front of me and lifting her enormous breasts, sandwiched my raging erection between them. My cock disappeared between the two giant mounds of soft wet flesh, as Brenda began rubbing them back and forth across my shaft. She leaned forward, teasing the bulbous tip of my penis with her tongue each time it emerged from between her undulating udders. Her nipples were flushed and hard, pointing straight up at me.
I couldn't believe it! Brenda Robbins, the MILF of my dreams, was actually tit-fucking me in the girls locker room shower! It was like all my sexual fantasies had been rolled into one mind blowing fever dream!
Then it happened. It felt the orgasm, like an electric shock, starting in my balls and racing up my shaft. There was nothing I could do to stop it. Mrs. Robbins was bent over my cock, her tongue caressing its florid head. I had to warn her!
“M-Mrs. Robbins..!”, I croaked.
She looked up at me, her mouth curved into a salacious grin, ”Call me Brenda. I think we're on a first name basis now, aren't-”
She didn't get the chance to finish. My cock bucked, sending a thick spurt of semen into her open mouth. But it didn't stop there. I couldn't stop ejaculating! Rope after rope of cum burst from my tip, streaking her face and breasts with long creamy strands of white fluid.
I stood there trying to catch my breath, my balls aching with relief. A long strand of jizz swung from my flaccid cock like a pendulum. Brenda was still on her knees, with a look of incredulous surprise on her face. Semen trickled from her open mouth onto her cum splattered breasts.
“I-I'm sorry...” I stuttered.
Brenda burst out laughing. “Oh Jason,” she panted, gasping for breath “I haven't had a facial since my senior prom! You sure know how to make a woman feel young again, don't you?”
She lifted one of her enormous breasts to her lips and licked a streak of cum from her nipple.
“I guess I really do need a shower now.” she said.
***
We stood under the shower head facing each other, the water splashing on her glossy breasts and running in warm rivers down my shoulders and back. Brenda began rubbing my chest with her hands. The soft touch of her fingers on my skin sent a thrill through my entire body.
“That was quite a load you were carrying,” she said, the mischievous tone returning to her voice, ”It's been a while hasn't it?”
“ Yeah, I guess.” I mumbled. More like 19 years, but I didn't want to tell her that.
“Jason,” she said after a long pause, “Are you a virgin?”
I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. Or maybe I just didn't want to answer.
“Jason...” Brenda said, with wonder in her voice,” Are you getting hard again?”
I looked down and saw my cock surging upward, literally expanding before my eyes!
“Y-yeah,” I replied a little sheepishly, “It does that sometimes. It kind of has a mind of its own, I guess.”
“Well,” she said, her smile turning into a lustful leer as she took hold of my shaft, “I guess I'll just have to show it who's boss then, won't I?”
With my throbbing manhood firmly in hand, she guided me downward until I was lying on back on the wet tile floor. Mrs. Robbins stood over me, her legs spread, her juicy cunt wet and glistening. Slowly, she began to lower herself toward my
