Teens Seduce Married Dads and Classmates in Forbidden Summer Filled with Lust and Desires

Keep Me Warm in the Winter Part Three: Realities

So Brian says I can see other people. Me of two months ago would have had no idea what to do with that. What other people would I possibly want to see? More importantly, who would want to see me? Now though, I had a little better idea of my own power, and I thought I should use this power for good, not evil. Well maybe a little evil.
Angie slept with us that night in a tangle of limbs and mass of body heat. We would get together a few more times, the three of us. It was some of the most fun I’d ever had with my clothes off, but with busy schedules and lacrosse season starting, it was hard to find to find nights where we could just get together and fuck each other to pieces. Speaking of lacrosse, Brian became more distant, coming home late and exhausted, waking up early Saturdays, and just generally making it harder for me to get off. Que sera sera.
It was some weeknight, might have been March, where the only people home were myself and Mr. Michaels. Mr. Michaels was nice, his first name was Jeff, but I still always called him Mr. Michaels, just force of habit to address adults by their last name. If you squinted you could see where he resembled his son. Where Brian had hard lines and chiseled muscles, Mr. Michaels was just softer, more weathered away. He was in his late forties, and did something with accounting or some such nonsense. It was also clear to me that he was just a little bit uncomfortable with having a new teenage girl in the house that he wasn’t related too. He seemed to go out of his way to avoid me just a little bit, not enough to be awkward but enough to be noticeable.
I was sitting at the kitchen counter, head in my hands. I had been working on calculus up in my room, but just needed to stare at a new wall for a while. Mr. Michaels walked in.
“Oh. Hi Jesse,” he said, almost surprised to see me. I grunted some kind of acknowledgment.
“I was just going to make something for dinner, did you want anything?” Poor guy, I knew he didn’t expect to see me down here, and now felt obligated to provide for me. I wasn’t really dressed for company either, old t-shirt over a sports-bra, yoga pants, teenage girl loungewear.
“I don’t know, maybe just Top Ramen or something, do we have any in the pantry?” Mr. Michaels had an erection, bulging alongside the edge of his zipper. It didn’t seem particularly large, maybe a little smaller than Brian’s, but my interest was piqued. I internally decided to take the credit for that one.
“I’ll go check.” They had one of those big walk-in pantries, and as he walked away I was tossing around some thoughts I’d never thought I’d have. On the one hand, he was Brian’s dad, happily married as far as I can tell who had never cheated on his wife before. I was only 17, he was old enough to be my dad, and I was just a few years older than his daughter. He probably didn’t even want to have sex with me. On the other hand, I was really really bored. There wasn’t too much deliberation. I stripped off my shirt and followed after him.
When I walked in he was looking on one the top shelves. He heard the door open behind him.
“Oh hey, it looks like we have one packet…” he said, but stopped completely when he turned around and saw me in just my bra. “Uh did you take your-” he stopped mid-sentence again, this time because I was standing on tiptoes to kiss him. He tasted like something I just couldn’t place. He pushed me away, with his hands on my shoulders.
“Dammit Jesse, what are you doing? I can’t do this, I’m married! And your my daughter’s age. I mean you’re very attractive, but there are a thousand reasons why you can’t just do this.” I didn’t respond, just dropped to my knees and started rubbing his penis through his jeans. I heard him curse under his breath. He started to go off on another protest, but I stopped him cold one more time by pulling the stretchy spandex of my sports bra down over my tits, then pushing them together and looking up at him. “Jesus,” he whispered. I sucked on my own nipple, almost absentmindedly, then let that breast fall back down and bounce against my chest. A shudder wracked Mr. Michael’s body, and his pelvis thrust forward involuntarily, bringing his dick into sharper relief. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled his member out. As I had suspected, it wasn’t quite as big as Brian’s but still nothing to be ashamed of. I stroked it a few time.
“Oh god, Jesse… You can’t…”
“Now do you want to jizz on my tits or do you want me to swallow?” He didn’t respond, just looked terrified. Well what am I in the mood for? I hadn’t tasted any cum in a while, but I also liked idea of having him look at his semen all over me. Man I could really be evil. I decided to swallow, partly because the guy, in his current shell-shocked state, wasn’t going to be nice and warn me when he was about to blow, so he it would be easier if he just shot it in my mouth. I’ll save the money shot for another time. I took him into my mouth and began sucking. He shuddered again.
“Oh please, no,” he said. I didn’t have any trouble taking him all the way in and down my throat. I grabbed his ass with my hands and pressed my hard nipples into his thighs. At this point he had his eyes closed, murmuring his wife’s name under his breath. He blew his load pretty quickly, but there sure was a lot of it. His jizz tasted a little more sour and salty, I guess just one of the effects of aging. It was bursting out of him though like he hadn’t come in weeks. I drew his head from between my lips where it had exploded and into my throat where he could shoot right into my stomach. Brian had given me a few more lessons on cum swallowing following my first experience. It slipped down my throat and into my stomach, where I could feel the warmth of the cum. His cock twitched and throbbed against my tongue, until his emissions slowed to one final drop, which I licked off. I stood up and put my tits away.
“Actually I don’t think I’m hungry after all, thanks.” I walked out of the pantry, grabbed my shirt, and went back to my room to use my vibrator until I saw stars.

It was a mid-april day that found me kneeling on the floor with my head buried in Kyle Gordon's crotch, his cock halfway down my throat, as I tried to keep him from cumming just a little bit longer.
“Jesse I'm going to...” he said, doubtful of my powers.
I whipped his dick out of my mouth and gave it slow strokes to ease him back from the edge. He exhaled sharply but only a drop of pre-cum seeped out of his dick. I gave it a few more slow strokes before burying it back in my throat.
“How did you learn how to do that?” Kyle got out between pants after the third time I teased him. Years of practice I thought, but in truth it was more like a few months. It had only taken me giving Brian a few blowjobs before I got bored and started experimenting, edging was one of the many tricks I'd picked up, but the other's were a little kinky for a first time affair, didn't want to scare off the boy. He was one of the cuter boys in my Calculus class, and he had invited me over to “study.” He started making moves after a few hours and I decided to just roll with it. One grope heavy makeout later and here we were. I planed on getting mine later.
How about one more edge. I sucked and bobbed until I felt that familiar tense that was my que. I pulled off my head and began to stroke.
“Jesse I really am- UGGGH.” He actually did cum this time, and his seed hit me by surprise all over my face, I was lucky I closed my eyes in time. He seemed to have a gallon inside him, I probably looked like a bukkake actress.
“I guess I'm not quite as good as I think I am.” I said, pulling a strand off my eyelid. Kyle laughed.
After I wiped the cum off of my face, we moved to the couch, where I took off my underwear to his great enthusiasm. His technique was clumsy, but he managed to tongue me into a decent orgasm.
Coming down from the after glow, the couch wet with my juices, I took in Kyle's cock, again erect. I wanted him inside me. First I climbed on top of him and bounced on his rod, pressing his head into my tits as he sucked and bit on my nipples. After about five minutes he pushed me off and forced my face into a pillow at

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