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The Plumber’s Lesson

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I couldn’t believe the words that had just left my mouth. There I was, standing in my bathroom, watching as the young, handsome plumber finished installing my new shower system. His name was James, or so his name tag read. With his muscular arms and broad shoulders, he was the epitome of a manly tradesman. I had specifically requested a male plumber, and the company had sent me this gorgeous specimen. Little did he know, he was about to get an unexpected show.

I had been flirting with him subtly since he arrived, making small talk and complimenting his work. James had a charming smile and a hint of shyness in his deep blue eyes, which only made him more attractive. As he tightened the last screw on the shower panel, I decided to be bolder, taking a chance that might either scare him off or fulfill my secret fantasy.

“You know, James, I’m so glad I insisted on this handheld shower attachment,” I said, running my fingers along the sleek metal hose. “It’s not just for cleaning those hard-to-reach places.”

James straightened up, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of dirt across his forehead. “Oh, really? What else is it good for then?” His curiosity was piqued, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to plunge ahead. “Well, it’s perfect for… self-pleasure.” I bit my lip, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness as I revealed my little secret.

His eyes widened, and the color drained from his face. “Self-pleasure? You mean… masturbation?” He whispered the word as if it were a forbidden term, and his reaction only fueled my desire to push further.

“Yes, masturbation. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, but I thought you should know why I was so particular about this setup.” I stepped closer to him, my heart racing. “I love a good water-induced orgasm, and I’m not about to give those up.”

James’s mouth hung open slightly, and he seemed at a loss for words. I could almost see the steam rising from his ears as his face flushed with embarrassment. The poor guy was probably not used to women being so forward, especially one who looked like me—a mature, confident woman in her prime.

Sensing his discomfort, I decided to take control of the situation. “You look shocked, James. Don’t worry, I won’t bite… unless you want me to.” I winked at him, my voice dripping with seduction. “In fact, since you’re so curious, I’d be happy to demonstrate how I use this showerhead to bring myself pleasure.”

His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape, but I knew he was hooked. The idea of watching a woman like me, who could be his mother, masturbate in front of him was both scandalous and irresistible.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” he stammered. “I mean, I’ve never… I mean, I shouldn’t…”

I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath beneath my palm. “Shh… just relax and enjoy the show. Consider it a private performance just for you.”

Without waiting for his response, I slowly began to unbutton my silk blouse, revealing my lace black bra and the swell of my full C-cup breasts. James’s eyes locked onto my cleavage, his mouth dry as he struggled to swallow. I could see the bulge in his work pants growing, and I knew I had him right where I wanted.

I slipped off my blouse, letting it fall to the floor, and then unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts. My nipples hardened in the cool air, and I cupped them in my hands, squeezing gently as I offered him a sultry smile.

“Do you like what you see, James?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

He nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence.

I stepped out of my skirt, revealing my matching lace panties and toned, shapely legs. “Now, for the main event,” I purred, reaching for the shower controls.

With a twist of the knob, the showerhead came to life, spraying a gentle mist of warm water. I stepped under the stream, closing my eyes as the water caressed my skin. I ran the handheld showerhead along my neck, down my shoulders, and across my breasts, moaning softly as the sensation sent shivers down my spine.

“Watch how I use this,” I instructed, my voice laced with lust. I angled the showerhead so that the water flowed directly onto my nipples, which were already erect and begging for attention. I rubbed the stream back and forth, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

James stood frozen, his eyes glued to my naked form as I played with the water, teasing my sensitive nipples. I could see his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, as if he were fighting an internal battle between his professional demeanor and his primal urges.

“Does it feel good?” he managed to ask, his voice hoarse.

“Oh, it feels amazing,” I breathed, my eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. “But it’s even better down here.”

I slowly lowered the showerhead, letting the water run down my stomach, teasing my navel before trailing lower, until it reached the apex of my thighs. I parted my legs, giving him an unobstructed view of my glistening pussy, already wet and ready.

With one hand, I spread my lips, exposing my swollen clit, while the other guided the showerhead to my most intimate spot. I let out a soft cry as the warm water hit my sensitive bundle of nerves, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, my head falling back as I surrendered to the sensations. I moved the showerhead in slow circles, building the pressure, and then faster, as my arousal intensified.

James’s breathing grew heavier, and I could see his chest heaving as he struggled to maintain his composure. His eyes were locked on my fingers, now sliding in and out of my wetness, while the water continued to tease my clit.

“That’s it, James, watch me,” I urged, my voice thick with desire. “See how I touch myself? How I bring myself pleasure?”

I increased the pace, my fingers plunging deeper, matching the rhythm of the showerhead as it massaged my clit. My breath came in short gasps, and I knew I was close to the edge.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I cried out, my body trembling as the orgasm built.

James’s eyes were wild, his face a mask of pure desire. He took a step forward, as if to join me, but I held up a hand, shaking my head.

“No, just watch,” I panted, my eyes never leaving his.

The climax hit me like a wave, crashing over my body as I cried out, my fingers working furiously at my swollen bud. I rode the wave of pleasure, my hips bucking against the showerhead, until I finally collapsed, spent and satisfied.

I stepped out from under the shower stream, my body glistening with a mix of water and sweat. James stood there, his jaw clenched, his erection straining against his pants.

“That was incredible,” he whispered, his voice raw.

I smiled, feeling empowered by the raw desire I had awakened in this young man. “It was, wasn’t it? And all thanks to this wonderful showerhead.”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving my naked form.

I stepped closer to him, my breasts brushing against his chest. “You’ve been a very good boy, James. I think you deserve a reward.”

Before he could respond, I dropped to my knees, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his zipper. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking gently.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping my shoulders as I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head.

I sucked him deeply, taking him to the back of my throat, my hand pumping the base of his shaft in time with my mouth. James’s hands fisted in my hair, guiding my movements as he thrust gently, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, his voice strained.

I increased the pace, sucking and stroking him with fervor, until he exploded in my mouth, his warm cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop, milking him dry as he trembled above me.

As he caught his breath, I stood up, my body still buzzing from the thrill of our encounter. “Well, James, I hope that demonstration was satisfactory.”

He nodded, his eyes glazed with post-orgasmic bliss. “It was… incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

I smiled, satisfied that I had not only fulfilled my own fantasy but had also given this handsome plumber a lesson in pleasure he would never forget.

“Now, I believe you have some final touches to make on the shower,” I said, picking up my clothes. “And I have a feeling this won’t be the last time you’ll be using that handheld showerhead for more than just cleaning.”

With a final wink, I left James to finish his work, knowing that he would forever remember the day he installed a shower for a woman who showed him just how satisfying a water-induced orgasm could be.

The Milkshake Shack Affair

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I couldn’t take my eyes off him as I sat in the booth at The Milkshake Shack, a retro diner with its vintage charm. The place was buzzing with the usual after-work crowd, but my attention was solely on Ben, the young waiter who had just taken my order. His youthful energy and captivating smile had caught my eye the moment he approached my table.

I was a confident woman in her prime, at the age of 50, with a taste for the finer things in life. My brown hair, styled in soft waves, framed my green eyes and emphasized my high cheekbones. My body, with its shapely curves and perky C-cup breasts, defied the typical expectations of a woman my age. I knew I had a certain allure, and I wasn’t afraid to use it.

Ben, on the other hand, was a fresh-faced college student, probably in his early twenties. His sandy blonde hair fell perfectly across his forehead, and his bright blue eyes sparkled with youthful innocence. He had a lean, athletic build, and his uniform—a simple white t-shirt and black jeans—hugged his body in all the right places.

As he took my order for a burger and a milkshake, I couldn’t help but notice his nervousness. His hands fidgeted slightly as he wrote down my request, and his voice cracked a little when he asked if I needed anything else. I found his shyness endearing, and I felt a familiar thrill at the prospect of a new adventure.

I watched him walk away, his slender hips swaying slightly under the tight fabric of his jeans. There was something raw and primal about the way he moved, and I felt a tingle between my thighs as I imagined those long, lean legs wrapped around me. I knew I had to have him.

When he returned with my food, I made sure to strike up a conversation, asking him about his studies and his plans for the future. His face lit up as he talked about his passion for art and his dream of becoming a graphic designer. I listened intently, hanging on his every word, making him feel like he was the most fascinating person in the room.

As the diner began to empty, I decided it was time to make my move. I pulled out a napkin and scribbled my number on it with a bold, red lipstick. “Call me,” I said, my voice low and sultry, as I handed him the napkin. “I’d love to hear more about your dreams.”

Ben’s eyes widened in surprise, and a blush crept up his neck. “I-I will,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Ms…?”

“Madeline,” I purred, leaning forward to give him a glimpse of my cleavage. “Just call me Madeline.”

He nodded, his eyes glued to my lips, and I knew he would be dialing my number as soon as his shift ended.

True to my prediction, my phone buzzed later that night. I answered with a smile, recognizing the number on the screen. “Hello, Ben,” I purred into the receiver.

“Hi, Madeline,” he said, his voice a little unsteady. “I, um, wanted to thank you for dinner and… well, I was wondering if I could see you again?”

I bit my lip to hide a smile. “Of course, darling. Why don’t you come over to my place? I’ll give you directions.”

His voice grew even softer. “Okay… I’ll be there soon.”

Hanging up the phone, I felt a surge of excitement. I had a reputation for being a cougar, a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. And tonight, I wanted Ben.

I prepared for his arrival, lighting scented candles and putting on a playlist of soft jazz. I chose a sheer black negligee that accentuated my curves and left little to the imagination. I wanted to make an impression, to show him that age was just a number when it came to passion and desire.

The doorbell rang, and my heart raced as I went to greet my young suitor. When I opened the door, Ben stood there, looking even more delectable than I remembered. His eyes widened as he took in my appearance, his gaze traveling from my face down to the sheer fabric that clung to my body.

“Wow,” he breathed, his voice hoarse. “You look… incredible.”

I smiled, stepping aside to let him in. “Come in, Ben. Make yourself comfortable.”

He entered, his eyes darting around the room, taking in the elegant furnishings and the soft glow of the candles. I led him to the living room, where a bottle of wine and two glasses awaited.

“Would you like some wine?” I asked, pouring a glass for myself and offering him the bottle.

He nodded, taking the bottle and pouring himself a generous amount. “I’m not usually this nervous,” he admitted, taking a sip.

I laughed, a throaty sound that made him shiver. “It’s adorable. But there’s no need to be nervous, Ben. I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”

I sat beside him on the couch, close enough that our thighs touched. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I knew he was aware of my proximity.

“So, Ben,” I began, my voice low and seductive, “tell me more about your dreams. What is it that you truly desire?”

His eyes met mine, and I saw a mixture of desire and uncertainty. “I want to create art that moves people,” he said, his voice gaining strength. “I want to make a difference, to leave my mark on the world.”

“And what about your desires of the flesh?” I asked, leaning closer, my breath warm on his neck. “What do you crave in the depths of the night?”

Ben’s breath quickened, and I could see the bulge in his jeans growing. “I… I’ve always wanted to be with someone who knows what they want,” he confessed. “Someone who can show me… things.”

I smiled, my hand reaching for his, entwining our fingers. “I can show you things, Ben. But first, I want to taste you.”

Before he could respond, I leaned in and captured his lips with mine. The kiss was electric, and I felt his body tense as I explored his mouth with my tongue. He tasted of wine and youth, and I moaned softly, encouraging him to deepen the kiss.

My hand moved to his thigh, sliding up slowly, and I felt his muscles tense beneath my touch. I could feel his hardness straining against his jeans, and I wanted to set it free. With practiced ease, I unbuttoned his fly and slid my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing cock.

Ben gasped into my mouth, his hands clutching at my shoulders. I stroked him slowly, enjoying the feel of his length and the way he twitched in response to my touch. I wanted to drive him wild, to show him the pleasure an experienced woman could bring.

Breaking the kiss, I whispered, “Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we?”

He nodded, his eyes glazed with desire. I led him down the hall, the candles casting a warm glow on our naked skin. My negligee had long since been discarded, and I reveled in the feel of his hands roaming over my body.

The bedroom was bathed in soft light, and I pushed Ben onto the bed, following him down, my body covering his. I kissed him hungrily, my tongue dueling with his as I ground my hips against his, our bare skin creating a delicious friction.

“I want you inside me,” I whispered against his lips, my hand guiding his cock to my entrance. “But first, I want to taste you, to show you how much I’ve been craving this.”

With that, I slid down his body, my hair trailing over his stomach as I took his length into my mouth. I heard his sharp intake of breath as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting his salty pre-cum. I took him deep, my throat muscles working to accommodate his girth.

Ben’s hands tangled in my hair, his hips thrusting gently as he surrendered to the pleasure I was giving him. I looked up at him, my green eyes meeting his blue ones, and I smiled around his shaft, letting him see the pleasure I took in pleasing him.

I sucked and licked, using my tongue and lips to drive him wild. I teased his sensitive tip, swirling my tongue around it before taking him deep again. His moans filled the room, and I knew he was close.

“I’m gonna cum, Madeline,” he gasped, his hands tightening in my hair.

I increased the pace, sucking and stroking him with fervor. I wanted to taste his release, to feel his hot seed on my tongue. And then, with a strangled cry, he came, his hips bucking as he filled my mouth with his essence.

I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him. I licked him clean, my tongue tracing the length of his shaft before giving one final, lingering kiss to the head of his cock.

Ben lay there, panting, his body spent and satisfied. I crawled up his body, my breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him softly.

“That was incredible,” he breathed, his eyes full of wonder.

I smiled, my hand stroking his cheek. “We’re just getting started, darling. Now it’s my turn to show you how good it can be.”

And with that, I positioned myself above him, guiding his still-hard cock to my entrance. I lowered myself slowly, taking him inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside me.

I began to move, riding him with slow, deliberate strokes. I leaned forward, my breasts brushing his face, and kissed him deeply, my tongue mimicking the rhythm of our bodies. Ben’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he thrust up to meet my descent.

“Oh, fuck, Madeline,” he groaned into my mouth. “You feel so good.”

I smiled against his lips, increasing the pace, riding him harder. I wanted to show him the power of an experienced woman, to make him understand that age was irrelevant when it came to raw, unbridled passion.

I rode him relentlessly, my body slick with sweat, my moans filling the room. I felt my own orgasm building, a delicious tension coiling in my core.

“Cum for me, Ben,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Let go and feel the pleasure I can give you.”

His hands found my nipples, pinching and rolling them as I rode him. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure through my body, and I cried out, my climax crashing over me like a wave.

“Madeline!” Ben shouted, his voice raw as he followed me over the edge. His cock twitched inside me, pulsing as he filled me with his hot seed.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat. I kissed his neck, his chest, leaving a trail of soft bites and kisses as I savored the afterglow.

“I’ve never experienced anything like that,” he whispered, his breath warm on my skin.

I smiled, nuzzling his neck. “Age is just a number, Ben. And tonight, you’ve learned that experience can be the most powerful aphrodisiac.”

As we lay there, sated and satisfied, I knew that this was just the beginning. Ben had unlocked a new world of pleasure, and I was eager to explore every inch of it with him.

The Headmistress’s Obsession

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Madeline stood tall and proud, her commanding presence filling the small office as she prepared for the day’s auditions. At fifty three years old, she was still an imposing figure, her hair neatly styled, and her sharp eyes missing nothing. As the headmistress of the prestigious all-boys school, she took great pride in her work, especially when it involved the young men under her care. She had a particular interest in their development, specifically in the area of their manhood.

The school was renowned for its unique approach to education, focusing on nurturing and guiding boys towards a strong and healthy manhood. And one of the ways Madeline believed they achieved this was by celebrating the very essence of masculinity—the penis. The campus was adorned with numerous statues of nude young men, their sculpted bodies a testament to the school’s ideals. However, for this new statue, Madeline had a specific vision in mind, one that would truly showcase the school’s most prized asset.

“I want this statue to be a symbol of our school’s prowess,” she had announced to her staff. “We will honor the boys’ journey to manhood by showcasing the very tool that defines their virility.” The staff, well accustomed to Madeline’s unconventional methods, nodded in agreement, knowing that this would be yet another intriguing project.

Madeline had a keen eye for detail, and she was determined to find the perfect model for the statue. She wanted a boy with a penis that would make jaws drop, a true embodiment of male power. And so, she sent out a notice for auditions, inviting the senior students to participate in what would be a unique and intimate
experience.

On the day of the auditions, a line of nervous yet eager eighteen-year-old boys formed outside her office. Each one had heard whispers about the nature of the tryouts, and their curiosity, mixed with a healthy dose of bravado, had brought them here. They knew of Madeline’s reputation, and the thought of standing before her, exposing their most private parts, was both thrilling and terrifying.

Madeline sat behind her large desk, a measuring tape and a small bowl within easy reach. She wore a dark blue dress that accentuated her ample bosom, a subtle reminder of her femininity in this male-dominated environment. As the first boy entered, he couldn’t help but notice her intense gaze, and he felt his nerves
tighten.

“Relax, dear,” Madeline said, her voice like silk. “This is a safe space. I want you to be comfortable, to embrace your masculinity and show me what you’ve got.” The boy, tall and lanky, with a shy smile, nodded, his eyes fixed on the floor.
“What’s your name, dear?” she asked gently.

“Ethan, ma’am,” he mumbled.

“Well, Ethan, let’s begin, shall we? Undress for me, and let’s see if you have what it takes.” Ethan’s heart raced as he slowly started to remove his clothes. His hands trembled as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a lean, muscular torso. He was in good shape, a result of the school’s emphasis on physical education.
As he pushed his pants down, Madeline’s eyes widened slightly. Ethan’s penis, already semi-erect, was impressive. It hung thick and heavy, the head peeking out from beneath his foreskin. Madeline licked her lips, a subtle sign of her growing excitement.

“Oh, Ethan, that’s a fine start,” she purred. “Now, let’s see how well you respond to a little stimulation.” She picked up a small, sleek vibrator from her desk, causing Ethan’s eyes to widen in surprise. “Don’t worry, dear, this will help us get an accurate measurement.”

With a flick of a switch, the vibrator buzzed to life, emitting a soft, tantalizing hum. Madeline ran the tip along Ethan’s inner thigh, making him shiver. She then gently grazed his balls with the vibrating toy, causing his breath to catch. As she slowly moved the vibrator up and down his shaft, Ethan’s penis responded, growing harder and longer with each pass.

Madeline watched with satisfaction as Ethan’s cock thickened and lengthened, reaching an impressive eight inches. She wrapped the measuring tape around the base, noting the girth, before moving it to the tip, measuring the length.

“Excellent, Ethan. You have a beautiful penis, and I can see it responds well to
stimulation.”

Ethan, now fully erect, felt a mix of pride and embarrassment as Madeline admired his manhood. She instructed him to stroke himself, and as he did, she observed the way his hand moved, the rhythm he naturally fell into.

“Good, good,” she encouraged. “Now, I want you to edge. Bring yourself to the brink of orgasm, but don’t let go just yet.”

Ethan’s eyes rolled back slightly as he complied, his hand moving faster, his breath coming in short gasps.

Madeline watched with keen interest, her own excitement building as she witnessed his struggle to control his release. After a few minutes, she stopped him.

“Very good, Ethan. Now, I want you to ejaculate into this bowl.” She held up the small container, and Ethan, his cock throbbing, aimed his pulsating head at the target. With a few more strokes, he exploded, his cum shooting out in thick, white ropes, filling the bowl with his seed.

Madeline smiled, satisfied with Ethan’s performance. “Well done, dear. You may dress now and return to your dorm. I will be reviewing all the auditions and will announce the winner soon.”

Ethan, his heart still pounding, quickly dressed and left the office, his mind reeling from the experience. Boy after boy entered Madeline’s office, each one putting on a unique display of their manhood. Some were already well-endowed, their penises standing proudly at attention, while others needed a little encouragement from Madeline’s skilled hands and toys. She measured each one, noting their length and girth, and had them ejaculate, observing the volume and consistency of their cum.

There was Sebastian, a quiet boy with a shy smile, who revealed a thick, uncut cock that grew to an impressive nine inches when stimulated. He blushed deeply as he stroked himself for Madeline, his cum spurting out in powerful bursts, coating the bowl with his essence.

Another boy, Oliver, had a lean, athletic build and a cock that was already semi-erect when he entered. With Madeline’s expert touch, it grew to a solid eight inches, and he came with a passionate groan, his body trembling as he filled the bowl with his warm, creamy load.

As the auditions continued, Madeline’s excitement grew. She had seen some truly remarkable penises, each one a work of art in its own right. But she was waiting for that one boy who would embody the essence of the statue she envisioned—the ultimate symbol of male virility.

Then, as the day was drawing to a close, the final boy entered. His name was Lucas, and he had a confident stride and a mischievous grin that hinted at a playful nature. His eyes sparkled with a hint of challenge as he took in the scene, the measuring tape and bowl on the desk giving away the nature of the auditions.
“Well, well, Lucas,” Madeline said, her voice filled with anticipation. “I’ve been waiting for you. Let’s see if you can impress me.”

Lucas smirked, his confidence growing as he began to undress. His body was lean and toned, with a light dusting of hair leading down from his navel to his groin. As he pushed his boxers down, Madeline’s breath caught. Lucas’s penis was a work of art. It was long and thick, the head a deep purple, already glistening with pre-cum. It stood proudly, reaching just below his navel when fully erect, a true testament to his virility.

Madeline’s eyes widened as she measured his length, the tape extending to a remarkable ten inches. His girth was equally impressive, making her wonder how she would capture such a magnificent specimen in a statue.

“Oh, Lucas, you have a truly remarkable penis,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “Now, let’s see your control.”

Lucas, his cock throbbing with anticipation, began to stroke himself. His hand moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his eyes locked with Madeline’s. She watched, mesmerized, as he brought himself closer and closer to

the edge. His breathing quickened, and his hand moved faster, but he maintained control, his body trembling with the effort.

“That’s it, Lucas,” Madeline encouraged, her voice hoarse with arousal. “Show me your power, your control.

Make yourself wait, and then release with all the passion you can muster.”

Lucas’s eyes rolled back, and with a final, powerful stroke, he let go. His orgasm ripped through him, and he cried out, his body shaking as he filled the bowl with his cum. Rope after rope of thick, white liquid spurted from his cock, a testament to his virility and endurance.

Madeline was breathless, her body tingling with desire. She had found her winner. Lucas’s penis, with its impressive size and his ability to control and unleash his orgasm, was the perfect embodiment of what she sought for the statue.

“Congratulations, Lucas,” she said, her voice steady despite her racing heart. “You will be the model for our new statue. The sculptor will be here in a week, and I want you to be ready to pose for him.”

Lucas grinned, his chest swelling with pride. “I’ll be ready, ma’am. I promise to give it my all.”

As Lucas left the office, Madeline couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had found the perfect boy, and now the school would have a statue that would truly showcase its most well-endowed student. The thought of seeing Lucas’s magnificent penis immortalized in stone excited her, and she couldn’t wait for the sculptor to arrive, knowing that this would be a project unlike any other.

Little did the boys know, as they returned to their dorms, that their headmistress had a deep-seated passion for their manhood, and that this statue would be a lasting tribute to the school’s unique approach to education and the celebration of male virility.

The first chapter ends here, with the selection of Lucas as the model for the statue, but the story of Madeline’s obsession with the boys’ penises and her unique approach to education is far from over. The sculptor’s arrival and the creation of the statue will bring new twists and turns, and the boys will soon discover that their headmistress’s interest in their manhood goes far beyond mere academic curiosity.

The Neighbor’s Charm

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I stood at the window, my gaze fixed on the young man across the street, his lean, muscular frame glistening with sweat as he mowed the lawn. His name was Roy, and he was the epitome of youthful vigor and charm. With his brown hair falling across his forehead and those sparkling green eyes, he looked like a fresh-faced schoolboy, but his body told a different story. He was all man, and I couldn’t help but feel a tingling between my thighs as I watched him.

I, Madeline, was a woman of a certain age, fifty to be precise, but I still had a healthy appetite for life’s pleasures. My brown hair, now streaked with subtle hints of gray, framed my green eyes and a face that had been called pretty more times than I could count. My body, though not as firm as it once was, still had its charms, especially my shapely figure and my full C-cup breasts. I had always been one to embrace my sexuality, and I wasn’t about to let a little thing like age get in my way.

As I observed Roy, I felt a familiar stirring within me. I had noticed him before, of course. How could I not? He was the talk of the neighborhood, the young stud who could do any odd job you needed with a smile and a wink. I had seen him mowing lawns, trimming hedges, and even helping Mrs. Johnson next door carry her groceries. He was a local hero of sorts, and I was determined to have him for myself, even if just for a brief moment.

I straightened my silk robe, feeling the soft fabric caress my skin, and made my way downstairs. Stepping out onto the front porch, I inhaled the fresh, grassy scent of the newly mown lawn. Roy had just finished and was coiling the power cord of the mower, his movements graceful and effortless.

“Roy, dear,” I called out, my voice laced with a hint of seduction. “Would you be interested in earning some extra cash?”

He looked up, his eyes widening slightly as he took in my appearance. I knew I must have been quite a sight, standing there in my robe, my hair loose around my shoulders. I could see the spark of interest in his eyes, and it made my pulse quicken.

“Yeah, sure, Mrs. M,” he replied, a charming smile spreading across his face. “What do you need?”

“Well, I have a few odd jobs around the house. Some heavy lifting, moving furniture, that sort of thing. I thought you might be able to help me out.” I tried to sound casual, but my heart was pounding.

“Absolutely! I’m your guy. When do you want me to start?” Roy’s enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself smiling back at him.

“How about now? I’ll pay you well, and there might be… other benefits,” I added, lowering my voice conspiratorially.

His eyes lit up, and I knew he understood the implication. “I’ll be right over, Mrs. M.”

I turned and walked back into the house, my heart racing. I had just invited a young, attractive man into my home, and I intended to seduce him. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

I quickly prepared myself, taking a long, luxurious bath and shaving my legs until they were smooth as silk. I applied a touch of perfume between my breasts, letting the scent tease my senses. Then, I dressed in a silk camisole and a pair of matching panties, choosing a set in a deep burgundy color that accentuated my fair skin.

As I heard the doorbell ring, I took a deep breath and composed myself. Opening the door, I was greeted by Roy’s handsome face, now slightly flushed from the warm summer air.

“Hey, Mrs. M,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Ready to get to work?”

“Yes, come in, Roy,” I purred, stepping aside to let him enter.

He walked into the foyer, his eyes taking in my appearance. I could see the appreciation in his gaze as he admired my curves. “You look… amazing,” he said, his voice catching slightly.

“Thank you, dear. Now, let’s get started, shall we?” I led him up the stairs to my bedroom, the room I had specifically requested his help with.

The bedroom was spacious, with a large four-poster bed and a sitting area by the window. I had a few pieces of furniture I wanted to rearrange, and as Roy entered, he immediately got to work. He lifted a heavy dresser with ease, his muscles flexing beneath his tight t-shirt. I watched, transfixed, as he moved with purpose, his body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.

“Wow, you’re strong,” I remarked, my voice breathy.

He grinned, revealing a set of straight, white teeth. “Just doing my job, Mrs. M.”

I approached him, my hands resting on his shoulders. “You’re doing a wonderful job, Roy. I appreciate your help.” As I spoke, my fingers began to knead the taut muscles of his shoulders, and I felt him relax under my touch.

“Oh, that feels good,” he murmured, closing his eyes.

Encouraged by his response, I continued the massage, my hands gliding over his strong back. I could feel his body heat through the thin fabric of his shirt, and my own body responded, my nipples hardening against the silk camisole.

“You have such strong hands, Mrs. M,” he said, his voice low and raspy. “You should do this more often.”

“Oh, but I do, dear,” I replied, my voice a sultry whisper. “And I have other talents as well.”

With that, I slid my hands around to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as I went. His warm skin was revealed, and I let my fingers explore the contours of his chest, tracing the light dusting of hair that led downward.

Roy’s breath quickened, and he turned to face me, his eyes dark with desire. “Mrs. M, we shouldn’t…” he began, but his words trailed off as I placed my hand on the bulge in his jeans.

“Oh, but we should, Roy,” I said, my voice throaty with need. “I want you, and I think you want me too.”

He didn’t need any more convincing. With a growl, he pulled me close, his lips crushing mine in a passionate kiss. I melted into him, my hands roaming over his back, feeling the play of muscle beneath my fingertips. His tongue danced with mine, and I could taste the sweetness of his youth.

Breaking the kiss, I led him to the bed, my heart pounding with anticipation. I pushed him gently onto the mattress, and he lay back, his eyes never leaving mine. I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips, and began to unbutton my camisole, revealing my lace-clad breasts.

Roy’s eyes widened as I exposed myself to him, and his hands reached up to cup my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples through the lace. I arched my back, offering myself to him, and he took full advantage, bending his head to take a nipple into his warm mouth.

I gasped at the sensation, my head falling back as pleasure coursed through me. His mouth was hot and wet, and he suckled me eagerly, his hands now roaming over my thighs, inching closer to the damp heat between my legs.

“Oh, Roy,” I moaned, my fingers threading through his hair. “That feels incredible.”

He pulled away, leaving my nipple wet and aching, and looked up at me with a devilish grin. “You haven’t felt anything yet, Mrs. M.”

With that, he sat up, pushing me back onto the bed. His hands went to my panties, sliding them down my legs, and I lifted my hips to help him. He tossed the silk aside and gazed at my exposed pussy, his eyes full of hunger.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

I spread my legs for him, inviting him to explore. He leaned down, his breath hot against my sensitive skin, and then his tongue was there, licking and teasing my clit. I cried out, my hands gripping the sheets as he delved deeper, his tongue fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Yes, yes!” I cried, my hips bucking against his mouth. “Don’t stop, Roy!”

He didn’t stop. He ate me with a fervor that belied his youthful appearance, his tongue and fingers bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiling tension in my core, and I wanted to explode.

“Roy, I’m going to come!” I cried out, my voice high and desperate.

He increased his pace, his tongue flicking my clit with relentless precision. I felt my pussy clench around his fingers, and then I was tumbling over the edge, my body shaking with the force of my release.

“Oh God!” I gasped, my eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Roy didn’t let up, continuing to lick and suck at my sensitive flesh until I was writhing on the bed, my orgasm seemingly never-ending. Finally, I collapsed, my body spent and sated.

As I lay there, panting, Roy crawled up my body, his hard cock pressing against my thigh. I opened my eyes to see him gazing down at me, his expression fierce and possessive.

“Now it’s my turn, Mrs. M,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

I smiled, reaching up to trace the contours of his face. “I think I’d like that, Roy.”

He positioned himself between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance. I was still sensitive from my orgasm, but I wanted him inside me, needed to feel him filling me.

With one smooth thrust, he entered me, and I cried out at the sensation of being stretched and filled. He was thick and hard, and I could feel every inch of him as he began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. “Yes, Roy, fuck me,” I urged, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He obliged, pounding into me with abandon, his youthful energy driving him on. I matched his rhythm, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies slapping together in a frenzied dance.

“I’m close,” he grunted, his breath hot against my neck. “So close, Mrs. M.”

I felt his cock swell within me, and I knew he was on the brink. I tightened my muscles around him, milking his length, and that was all it took.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried out, his body tensing as he came.

I felt his hot cum filling me, pulsing deep inside my pussy, and it sent me over the edge again. I came around him, my body shuddering with pleasure, as he continued to thrust, riding out his orgasm.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts pounding and our bodies slick with sweat. I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling his rapid pulse beneath my fingertips.

“That was…” Roy began, but I placed a finger over his lips.

“Shh,” I whispered. “No need for words, Roy. Just enjoy the moment.”

He smiled, a lazy, satisfied grin, and kissed my fingertips. “I think I’ve found my new favorite job, Mrs. M.”

I laughed, a throaty, satisfied sound. “Well, I’m glad I could provide such a rewarding experience, dear. And I do believe there’s still some furniture to move.”

As I said this, I felt his cock twitch inside me, and I knew the afternoon was far from over. We had only just begun to explore the possibilities of our forbidden encounter, and I intended to savor every moment.

Coffee Shop Connection

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Madeline strolled into The Latte Bean, her favorite coffee shop, feeling a little more adventurous than usual. It was a cozy place, nestled in the heart of the city, with its quaint, kitschy decor and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. The warm atmosphere always made her feel at home. She loved the buzz of the place, the sound of the espresso machine hissing, and the sight of the baristas skillfully crafting each drink.

She took a seat at her usual spot near the window, where she could people-watch while enjoying her coffee. Her green eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar faces of the regulars and the occasional new visitor. That’s when she noticed him.

William, a young man in his late twenties, sat a few tables away, his nose buried in a book. He had a gentle, boyish face with brown hair that fell over his forehead, framing his brown eyes. He wore a pair of glasses that gave him an air of intelligence, and his average build and height made him seem approachable. There was something about his shy demeanor that caught Madeline’s attention.

She couldn’t help but admire his subtle charm. He seemed lost in his book, occasionally taking a sip from his coffee mug, his fingers gently turning the pages. Madeline found herself wondering what he was reading, and her curiosity grew. She had always been drawn to intelligent men, and there was something intriguing about this quiet, unassuming guy.

As she sipped her latte, Madeline felt a sudden urge to strike up a conversation. She was usually extroverted and confident, especially when it came to men, but there was something about William that made her hesitate. She wasn’t sure if he was the type to engage in small talk, but she decided to take a chance.

“Excuse me,” she said, her voice soft and friendly. William looked up, startled, his eyes widening behind his glasses. “I couldn’t help but notice your book. What are you reading?”

He smiled, a shy grin that lit up his face. “Oh, it’s just an old novel I’ve been meaning to finish. ‘The Great Gatsby,’ actually. Have you read it?”

Madeline’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Of course! It’s a classic. I read it years ago, but I remember loving it. It’s such a tragic story.”

William nodded, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Yeah, it’s fascinating how Fitzgerald captures the decadence of the Jazz Age. I’m almost done, and I can’t wait to see how it ends.”

As they chatted about the book, Madeline felt a connection forming. William’s shyness seemed to melt away as they discussed literature, and she found herself drawn to his intellect and passion. His voice was gentle, and his words flowed smoothly, revealing a depth of knowledge that surprised her.

“So, you’re a reader, huh?” Madeline asked, leaning forward, her green eyes sparkling with interest.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” William replied, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. “I’m an online stockbroker, so I spend a lot of time in front of a screen. Reading is my escape.”

Madeline smiled, her lips curving seductively. “Well, I think it’s a wonderful escape. And you seem to have excellent taste.”

As their conversation flowed, they discovered more common interests. William’s shyness gradually faded, and he began to open up, sharing stories about his work and his passion for investing. Madeline, with her love for wealthy and handsome men, found herself captivated by his intelligence and modest confidence.

The coffee shop buzzed around them, but they were lost in their own little world. Madeline’s heart raced as she felt a growing attraction to this charming, unassuming man. She loved how his eyes lit up when he talked about something he was passionate about, and his smile was infectious.

“You know, I’ve always believed that a good book can transport you to another world,” Madeline said, her voice low and sultry. “But I think this coffee shop might just be my new favorite escape.”

William’s cheeks flushed slightly, and he laughed softly. “I’m glad I could provide some entertainment. I usually keep to myself, but talking to you has been… nice.”

Madeline leaned closer, her eyes locking with his. “More than nice, I’d say. I feel like I’ve known you for ages.”

As their gazes held, the air between them crackled with unspoken desire. Madeline’s heart pounded in her chest, and she could see the same longing in William’s eyes. Without a word, they both knew what was about to happen.

Madeline stood up, her shapely figure moving gracefully, and extended her hand. “Why don’t we continue this conversation somewhere more… private?”

William’s eyes widened, and he hesitated for a moment, as if unsure if he had heard her correctly. Then, with a nod, he took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. “I’d like that,” he said, his voice steady but slightly trembling.

They left the coffee shop, hand in hand, and stepped out into the bustling city streets. Madeline led him to her car, a sleek black sedan, and they drove to her apartment, a short distance away. The ride was filled with nervous excitement, and neither of them spoke much, both lost in their thoughts.

As they arrived at her place, Madeline felt a surge of anticipation. She unlocked the door, and they stepped into her cozy apartment, decorated with warm tones and soft lighting. The living room was inviting, with a plush couch and a fireplace, creating a romantic ambiance.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Madeline said, her voice husky. “Can I get you a drink?”

William nodded, his eyes taking in the intimate setting. “Sure, that’d be great.”

Madeline walked to the kitchen, her hips swaying seductively, and poured two glasses of wine. She returned to find William standing by the fireplace, his eyes fixated on the dancing flames.

She handed him a glass, their fingers brushing, and he took a sip, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the taste. “This is nice,” he said, his voice low.

Madeline moved closer, her body brushing against his. “I’m glad you think so,” she whispered, her breath warm on his neck.

William turned, his eyes locking with hers, and without a word, they kissed. It was a gentle exploration at first, their lips meeting softly, but soon the passion ignited. Madeline’s hands cupped his face, her fingers tangling in his hair, as she deepened the kiss.

William responded with eagerness, his hands roaming over her curves, tracing the outline of her shapely body. He pulled her closer, his hands sliding down to cup her firm ass, squeezing gently. Madeline moaned into his mouth, her body pressing against his, her C-cup breasts crushed against his chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” William whispered between kisses, his hands moving to unbutton her blouse.

Madeline giggled softly, a mix of excitement and anticipation. “I think you’re pretty damn gorgeous yourself,” she replied, her hands working on his shirt buttons.

As their clothes came off, piece by piece, they reveled in the sight of each other’s naked bodies. Madeline’s skin was smooth and tanned, her breasts full and inviting, with dark nipples that hardened under William’s touch. His hands explored her curves, his fingers tracing the lines of her waist and hips, making her shiver with pleasure.

William’s body was lean and toned, his skin pale in contrast to hers. His cock, already hard and throbbing, stood proudly, and Madeline couldn’t resist running her fingers along its length, making him gasp.

“I want you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “Right here, right now.”

William needed no further encouragement. He lifted her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist, and carried her to the couch. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers, and positioned himself between her thighs.

Madeline spread her legs, inviting him in, her pussy already wet and ready. William’s cock hovered at her entrance, teasing her, and she arched her back, pushing her breasts towards him.

“Please,” she begged, her voice breathless. “Fuck me, William.”

With a growl of desire, he thrust forward, filling her in one smooth motion. Madeline cried out, her body welcoming him, her pussy gripping his cock tightly. He set a relentless pace, his hips slamming against hers, driving deep into her wet heat.

“Oh, fuck!” William groaned, his voice raw. “You feel so good, Madeline.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands gripping his shoulders, urging him on. “Harder, baby,” she panted. “Fuck me harder.”

William obliged, his thrusts becoming more powerful, his cock pounding into her over and over. Madeline’s breasts bounced with each impact, her nipples rubbing against his chest, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

The couch creaked with the force of their passion, and their moans filled the room. Madeline’s pussy clenched around William’s cock, milking him, as her orgasm built. She scratched his back, leaving marks of passion, as she rode the wave of pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum!” she cried out, her body tensing.

William’s thrusts became erratic as he felt her pussy pulsate around him. “Cum for me, Madeline,” he grunted. “Let me feel it.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Madeline’s orgasm exploded, her pussy contracting around his cock, milking him as he filled her with his hot seed. They cried out in unison, their bodies trembling, as they rode the crest of pleasure together.

As their hearts slowed and their breathing returned to normal, they lay entangled on the couch, their bodies still joined. Madeline ran her fingers through William’s hair, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

“That was incredible,” she whispered, her voice soft and content.

William smiled, his eyes half-closed in bliss. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Madeline giggled, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Well, I’m glad I could help you cross that off your list.”

They shared a tender kiss, their lips lingering, and Madeline felt a connection forming that went beyond the physical. As they lay there, exhausted and satisfied, she wondered what the night would bring and whether this encounter would be the start of something more.

Little did they know, this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and exploration, where they would discover new heights of pleasure and a connection that would leave them both craving more.