Chapter 2
“Does it hurt?” She asked “It might hurt for a little while, but then it will disappear, I promise” she said.
With that she applied strong pressure to my head just where it attached to my neck. It really hurt, but I believed that sometimes the hurt can transform into healing, especially when it comes to massages.
After what seemed like minutes she released her grip, with a gasping breath.
“There, now how do you feel?” She asked confidently.
I felt awful. I was sick to my stomach and my headache was far worse than I had ever experienced. At the same time, the fact she once was my student, and I didn’t want to disappoint her, made my try to smile. I nearly threw up and fell backwards on the table. Tears were in my eyes and I was breathing hard.
“I”m sorry Jennifer, it is way worse, really bad. Maybe because I’m not a believer.” I added to try to soften the blow.
She looked cowed and shamed.
“I am so sorry Professor Labord, it has always worked before I swear, I swear.” There were tears in both of our eyes now.
“Its okay, these aren’t your fault” I said trying to be convincing, but I had to admit I felt she was in part to blame.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” she pleaded. “I’ll give you your money back” She offered.
“No not really I said as I tried to pull myself off the table. I really can do just one of two things, writhe in bed for a few hours or try to distract myself. I just hope I can get myself home on my bike” I added.
“Distract yourself? What do you mean?” She asked trying to help me upright.
I didn’t really want to discuss this with a student. The truth was there was only one way to distract myself when faced with a migraine, it was engaging in some serious masturbation.
I could usually keep that going long enough and generate enough endorphins to cancel out a headache if I caught it early enough. I was dubious about this one. It was so intense.
“Umm. I can’t really explain.” I felt another wave of nausea wash over me “But I am not sure I can manage my motorcycle. Can I rest here for a bit?” I offered as I lay back down to avoid falling off the table.
“Of course, you were my last appointment. And maybe I can help you, how do you usually distract yourself.” She offered. “I feel so responsible. This has never happened before. Maybe I was nervous because you were my professor, I don’t know what I did wrong. I really hope I didn’t do any harm.”
I could tell she was sincere, and she seemed so desperate to help I decided to go ahead and risk it. Student Teacher taboos be damned.
“Listen Jennifer, if I can, um you know… get excited,” I blushed “it sometimes cancels out the pain. It doesn’t always work, but it is the best I got. Unless you’ve got some morphine stashed around here.”
She looked a little confused, then she realized what I was saying and blushed a little herself. She looked around the empty office and then turned around to me putting her hand on my thigh.
“Maybe I can help with that.” She offered. “I want to.”
I wasn’t about to say no to this pretty women with her hand inches from my hardening cock. I just leaned back and closed my eyes silently.
I felt her hand move up the sheet until it reached my penis. She was cautious moving so slowly and gently that I could barely feel it. But even through the pain of my headache the lower part of my body was responding.
I arched my back ever so slightly so that my cock pressed into her hand. She gave it a little squeeze and started to rub it gently through the sheet.
“That feels good” I groaned through gritted teeth.
With that she got more confidence and pulled the sheet away from my body. She got a good grasp of my now fully erect cock. She seemed a bit surprised by its girth.
I might not have the longest cock in the world, seven inches, but it is thick, so thick some women have actually complained about trying to get that inside them. She didn’t complain though.
With one hand she started to stroke my cock in even artful movements. I was not disappointed. Her massage talents were not lost on this effort. She seemed to know exactly how to move her fingers, how firmly to grasp, when to relax, when to contract.
The pleasure was beginning to eclipse the pain in my head. Then she bent over the table and liked the head of my cock. Her tongue was warm and wet and I let out another groan.
“Sorry.” She said pulling away.
“No no. That felt good, don’t stop.” I whispered in a hoarse voice.
“You are so big.” She giggled “I don’t know what I would have done if I had known this back when I was in your class.” She smiled
I let my legs spread a little as she returned her mouth to my penis. It entered her warm mouth and I was in heaven. She obviously wasn’t the most experienced, but she made up for that with enthusiasm.
She had something to prove, and she was able to push much of my cock deep in her mouth. I could feel her lips straining to get it all in her mouth.
I moved my right hand a little and felt the material of her top brush against my hand. I reached up and felt the material give way to cool flesh. She let out a small whimper when my hand touched her bare flesh. I continued to move my hand upward until I felt the soft curve of the underside of her bare breast.
Again she sighed and started sucking more vigorously on my pole. I pawed her pendulous breast and pinched her long nipple as she continued her aggressive blowjob.
She was really getting into this, and I was beginning to forget my headache. It was still there in the back of my mind, but all of my attention was focused on my ‘other’ head. She was bobbing up and down and using one hand to pump my cock in rhythm with her lips moving up and down my shaft.
Her other hand had snaked down her loose sweatpants and was pressing deep into her crotch.
I moved my other hand to her head and grabbed a handful of the blond hair. I curled it around my hand and let her movements guide my hand up and down.
My other hand continued to explore her ample chest. I squeezed her breasts and pinched the nipples gently but firmly. Every time I did I could her a small gasp escape her mouth.
By now the air was getting thick with the smells and sounds of sex. Her hips were gyrating onto her hand sandwiched between the table and her body. I was breathing in ragged gasps.
I started to pull her hair to control the speed of her mouth pumping my hot cock. My other hand left her breast and stroked down her side to her hip and down to her round heart shaped ass. It was firm and strong.
I could feel her muscles tense as she ground her pussy into her hand. She was dry humping her herself fast, but slowed and lengthened her movements when she felt my hand gripping her butt cheek.
As I rubbed her body with my free hand, I let my fingers get caught in her waistband, I started to pull at her pants down over her creamy white ass. The drawstrings of her pants were still tied and the pants would only pull down a few inches.
But when she felt my efforts she quickly pulled her mouth off my dick, but she still kept one hand stroking it, then she pulled up and with lust in her eyes looked at me pleadingly.
“Oh god yesss” She begged as she used her free hand to pull at the drawstrings of her pants. As they loosened I gave them a good tug, and loose as they were, they fell down to the floor. She grabbed at the soaking wet thong panties she was in and pulled them down her legs.
A little shuffling and in a flash she was naked from the waist down. Before I could do anything she pulled herself up on the padded table straddling my legs and panting. She arched her back and pulled her shirt up over her head. Her tits were pulled up with the shirt then sprang down bouncing in that delightful way that only breasts can.
She almost growled at me as she inched forward and positioned her wet pussy over my waiting cock. I grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, she spread her legs wider and reached for my cock guiding into her wet hole. There was some initial resistance.
like I said, I am pretty thick. But she was so hot and wet that she just rocked me into her steamy hole.
I moved my hands to her sweet firm breast and gave them a nice squeeze. She arched her back again and started to move slowly up and down, forward and backward. Rocking on and off my cock she rode my like a bronco. I was pumping her up and down lifting her body off the table as I rammed my cock deep into her.
There was one last moment of resistance then my cock found the sweet spot and slid all the way into her. She screamed aloud.
“Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me!” She wailed.