The Incentive List

She unfolded her arms revealing her breasts again, cupping one of them with her hand.

"You want me to push your cock between my tits, and make you cum?" she continued.

"Yes please," James croaked.

Mrs Parsons smiled and duly complied. She leaned as far forward as she could, he knees under James' chair, and lowered her pendulous tits towards his cock. James leaned back as far as the plastic moulded seat allowed him to create a little space between his cock and his stomach, pushing his butt forward so that he was teetering on the edge. The first time he felt Mrs Parsons tits rubbing against the sides of his erection was almost too much. It took an incredible amount of control to stop himself cumming, and he let out an anguished grunt. His cock was so moist with pre-cum that her tits slid effortlessly around it, and the steady flow of this translucent appreciation was also lubricating her cleavage. James could feel her hard nipples grazing across the tops of his thighs as she swayed her incredible mammaries around his erection, before squeezing them together, trapping James' cock between her tits. She slowly massaged them up and down, the friction running down the entire length of his shaft. James wasn't going to be able to last long.

"That's incredible," he offered, encouraging her not to stop. Instead, her rhythm got faster, as she pumped James cock with her increasingly moist tits. She slowed down to a stop and then did something that erased any and all control that James was mustering. She craned her neck down, pushed her tongue delicately out of her mouth, and with both tits still enveloping the majority of his cock, greeted the very tip with her tongue. The sensation was too much, and James came immediately.

The first ejaculate caught Mrs Parsons by surprise. She squealed with shock as a fast, heavy jet of warm pearlescence fired up into her face. She caught it square, a line of cum running vertically from her forehead, down the side of her nose, and dripping onto her chin. Skilfully she took control to direct the next few spurts. James looked in open mouthed awe as she pulled his cock out from the comfort of her breasts and pointed it directly towards her mouth. A second more powerful jet of cum fired towards her open lips. The majority of it was caught, but a fair bit missed, adding to her already messy chin. Next she reared up slightly, bringing her tits again dangling above James' crotch. As she adjusted her position a third ejaculation spurted high into the air, missing her body, falling back down onto the bottom of James' shirt. However, she was ready for the forth. It wasn't as powerful as those that preceded it, but it still had enough force to fire across her right breast as she intended, the cum covering an area just above her nipple. She then aimed his cock at her left breast, but the power had left the ejaculation, his white goo erupting from the shaft without any propulsion. Mrs Parsons compensated by leaning in again, letting her dangling left tit mop up the globules of cum that were gently erupting from the top of James' cock.

James was exhausted by such a powerful ejaculation. Mrs Parsons leaned back, still on her knees and gave James an embarrassed smile. She looked down at her tits decorated in James' cum, causing the pearly mess on her chin to drip down onto her. She scooped it up with her right hand and massaged it into her left breast -- the one that had received less of James' appreciation. As it turned into its tacky white state, she pinched her nipple, covering it completely in James' juice. She wiped her chin, gathering what cum was left in her fingers and then put her hand to her mouth, lapping up the sticky fluid.

"Mmmmmm," she purred. James couldn't believe it. She was absolutely filthy!

There was a mutual silence as they both stared at each other for a while, taking in each other's vulnerable semi-nudity. Eventually James spoke:

"Why did you do that for me?"

Mrs Parsons considered her answer, going from playful and coy to serious and contemplative. "Because I wanted to. You've got your fantasies, and I've got mine."

"But earlier you said..."

"Earlier, I chickened out. I took seeing that prick in his new car to realise that you deserved a treat for all the work you've done. And I deserved a treat too."

A thought suddenly came to James and without considering it, he just blurted it out.

"Are you going to tell Mr Parsons about this?"

Mrs Parsons looked confused and then burst out into fits of hysterics. She got up off her knees and leant towards James, kissing him with cum-soaked lips on his forehead.

"Oh James," she giggled. "There is no Mr Parsons. I'm MISS Parsons. Just didn't want to join a boys school being perceived as a single lady."

She stood up straight, the sexual playfulness now ebbing away. "Now then, I'm glad I picked the changing room. I need a shower. And so do you, come to that."

Mrs Parsons (James couldn't think of her any other way despite what she had just told him) turned her back on him and walked towards a bench. For the first time, James noticed that she had a sports bag and with her, presumably left here for when she fancied a run. James sat mesmerised as he observed the woman who had just mopped up his cum with her tits.

With her back still facing him, she kicked off her shoes, unbuckled her belt, popped a couple of buttons and slid her skinny jeans down towards her ankles, bending over as she did so, her ass pointing purposefully into the air. James may have been obsessed by tits, but even he could appreciate her small firm buttocks and her slim legs. Her rear was covered by pretty lace briefs, but he didn't have long to appreciate them, as they were hurriedly dropped to the ankles too.

Mrs Parsons daintily stepped out of the pile of denim and lace and then turned to present her fully naked body to James. She had a small triangle of golden brown hair headlining her delicate pussy. If James had been experienced in such things, he would have known that the fact her labia were incredibly engorged was a sign of sexual arousal. He just thought the pinky red lips were the vagina's natural state -- he had never seen one after all. Her torso was still glistening from the cum, and the sight of his teacher fully naked and covered with the remnants of his ejaculation was making him hard yet again. Mrs Parsons seemed impressed.

"That's the great thing about boys your age," she said walking towards him, her breasts swaying with her exaggerated stride. "Always ready."

She gave James' new erection a light flick with her finger, and watched it spring back and forth before heading into the shower room with a fruity giggle. James watched her disappear around a corner and then heard the water begin to flow. He quickly pulled his trousers and underwear down by his ankles and seethed with frustration as he realised his shoes were preventing their easy removal. Eventually he got them off, and quickly disposed of his shoes and socks. His shirt swiftly followed, and he headed into the accumulating steam of the shower room.

Mrs Parsons stood underneath a shower head spraying piping hot water over her. Her back was to James, but she turned as he heard him approach, rinsing her hair with both her hands as she did so. Lifting her arms up was changing the shape of her breasts again, causing them to protrude even more. As the water flowed down her body, some of it was diverted across her smooth tits and trickled off her nipples. The cum had been rinsed off her body, but the wet glistening skin made her look just as sexy.

James wasn't sure how to proceed. Was that the end of their intimacy? Or was her invitation to shower a hint that she was happy for his experimentation with her body to continue? It then occurred to him that while he had just experienced the strongest orgasm of his life, Mrs Parsons hadn't even touched herself. Did she want to? If this was one of her fantasies as well, surely she would want to be pleasured too? James tried to gauge the situation with an intimate line of questioning.

"How large are your tits Mrs Parsons?"

She smirked at his directness, then cupped her assets.

"32D," she declared, proudly. She then turned around, rubbing them cleaner under the water.

She looked behind her and nodded towards James stiff erection. "How big are you? You must have measured."

"About six and half inches," he confirmed. "Is that OK?"

"More than enough," she cooed, turning back away from him.

James decided to be bold. He approached her from behind and placed his hands on her buttocks, giving them a gentle squeeze. Mrs Parsons didn't react. Encouraged, James got right under the shower with her and brought his hands round to her front, smoothing his palms over the top of her thighs and up to her pubic hair. Getting so close was also causing his cock to prod clumsily at her ass.

"Haven't you had enough treats for today?" she said with a husky tease.

James was short, but without her heels, Mrs Parsons stood an inch or so below him, and with his slight height advantage he could angle his head over her shoulder and look down onto her body. Seeing her tits this close again caused his cock to stiffen to its full potential; the sharp upwards motion of his erection causing it to bury itself deep into her ass cheeks. She gasped in response. He brought his hands back up towards her tits and squeezed and rubbed them enthusiastically, pinching her nipples between his fingers while nuzzling her neck. She responded by reaching behind her and softly grabbing his cock, guiding it away from her ass and pushing it between her thighs. She stood on tiptoe to allow his erection to slide underneath her crotch without crushing it. His shaft was pushing up flat between her legs, parting her labia.

James was suddenly aware of how moist her cunt was. He could feel the difference between the thin water from the shower and the silky thickness of the juices she was producing. Mrs Parsons moved her pelvis back and forth, allowing the surface of James' cock to be completely enveloped by her moist cunt. This was obviously hitting a certain spot, as she started to groan with satisfaction and her breathing accelerated.

James tried to improve the sensation by thrusting his pelvis backwards and forwards too; although his cock was being forced flat at an unnatural angle, the discomfort was outweighed by the clear pleasure this activity was bringing her. Her ankles apparently tired, she suddenly dropped to the balls of her feet, forcing James' erection down and making him audibly wince. With a hushed apology, Mrs Parsons reached behind her and took James' cock authoritatively in her hand. With a brief tip toe and some careful manipulation, she guided it into her tight silky cunt. The incredible sensation James felt at entering his teacher was mirrored by the loudest moan of ecstasy yet from Mrs Parsons -- in fact it was more like a shout. The manoeuvring had forced the couple out of the shower's stream and James could fully appreciate the moisture being produced by her own body. As he tentatively thrust up and down, trying to get the whole of his cock inside her with each push, he could feel the sheer volume of velvety juice ooze from her, the sound of the shower barely drowning out the noise of sticky lubrication as he fucked Mrs Parsons from behind.

The feeling was incredible, and James was glad he had only recently cum, because he could feel himself close to climax already, and without his previous ejaculation, this would have been the shortest of new experiences. Instead he could concentrate on what he was doing and enjoy every thrust of his cock. Mrs Parsons certainly seemed to be enjoying it. She was now vocal with every push into her, going from high pitched grunts to long and drawn out moans depending on how much of James' erection he was managing to bury inside her. All the while, her tits were getting constant attention, her nipples frequently pinched between James' thumb and finger, the breasts squeezed in rhythm with the thrusts. Then she started talking -- or rather shouting:

"Oh James fuck me. Fuck me harder. Keep going James, keep pushing your cock into me. Oh God, you're going to make me cum James. I'm your teacher and you're going to make me cum."

James enjoyed the filthy language coming out of her mouth, and was quickly realising that it was the scenario as much as the physical action that was getting her off. This may have been James' fantasy, but it was clearly hers as well. James decided to see if he could add to it.

"Am I doing it right, Mrs Parsons?" he asked with mock subservience. "You're a really good teacher. I'm learning so much. We should do this after class every week. You should give me a detention so you can ask me to fuck you. You can..."

James didn't get to finish his line because Mrs Parsons let out what he assumed was an orgasmic cry of pleasure. Her pelvic muscles began to spasm and she reached behind, grabbing James' arse to pull him hard into her, forcing his cock to fill her flexing cunt. As she let out an elongated sigh of pleasure, she suddenly gasped. She slid herself off of James' still throbbing cock and turned to him with a slight look of panic. "Did you cum in me?"

She had been so wrapped up in her own pleasure, she didn't even know if James had climaxed too.

"No," he replied, softly.

"Oh good," she sighed with relief, then fired him another naughty look. "Do you want to cum again?"

"Definitely."

She smiled and kneeled down in front of him. This time she took a little time to examine his cock, exploring it with her fingers and even stroking his balls. It twitched in response. It was still moist with her juices, and her fingers slid effortlessly around the shaft and the tip. James thought the sensation was maddening, like a wonderful itch that needed scratching.

Mrs Parsons then grabbed the shaft firmly and lent in, pulling the tip towards her mouth. She circled his oozing cock around her lips, as if she was applying lipstick, and then took his helmet fully in her mouth. She sucked gently at first, her tongue masterfully massaging the underside, then, taking more of James' erection into her mouth, she was more forceful, causing James to moan with pleasure. With a firm grip still on the base of his shaft, she started squeezing and slightly pumping his cock, all the while moving her lips and tongue expertly around the top of his penis.

James could feel a second orgasm approaching and warned Mrs Parsons. Rather than remove his cock from her mouth, she simply jerked him harder, using more of his cock with her hand and just keeping the very tip inside her pursed lips. The sudden change in rhythm meant James couldn't hold back any longer. He felt his cock contract strongly about five times. He initially had no idea how much cum he had produced, because Mrs Parsons had received all of it inside her mouth, her lips so tightly wrapped around the tip of his cock, that none of it escaped. She removed his still hard erection from her lips and, with her mouth still tightly shut, stood up. She slowly and purposely slid up against his body as she raised herself -- first her tits brushed against his protruding cock, then his belly, then, eventually they were pushed up against his chest. Her face met his, only inches apart. It was expressionless -- James didn't know why. Then she opened her mouth to reveal all of James cum that he had deposited there, her tongue surrounded by a pool of thick white semen. Then she closed her mouth and made an exaggerated swallow, opening it again revealing it to be empty.

"You are so dirty," James gasped with admiration.

"Thank you," came the giggled response.

James looked down at her moist naked body, the incredible tits, and his slowly receding erection. "What do we do now?"

"Well hopefully, we remember this for many years to come."

James couldn't contain his gratitude.

"Mrs Parsons... Thank you. Really, really thank you. "

As she walked out if the shower room to dry and fetch her clothes, she stopped and turned to him with a warm smile.

"Sarah," she offered. "My name's Sarah."

It wouldn't be the first time that Sarah made James' fantasies come true.

To be continued...