Fulfilling my Lustful Fantasies

"Alright, uhm... I'll... teach you how to handle this, I guess..." Aerin said as she looked at Maelriel's erect cock. It was clear that her confident was somewhat rattled, seeing that her pupil's member is much larger than she had anticipated.

It's not like this is the first time, she'd seen a penis in her life.

Her own experiences aside, she'd seen her young nephew's member before when he was taking a bath by the river and she thought it looked more cute than it did masculine. Maelriel's however.. Aerin thought that it could compare to those of fully grown adult's.

'And to think it can still potentially grow bigger over the next few years,' at such a thought, Aerin gulped reflexively.

Earlier, Aerin expected that, at most, she would only need maybe two to three fingers to completely wrap around Maelriel's dick. However, looking at it now, she could wrap both of her hands on his cock and still have room to move up and down.

"Is this distracting you?" Aerin asked him gently, as she touched the head of his penis with her fingertip.

Maelriel nodded, looking a little sheepish. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I just can't focus when it's like this."

Aerin smiled softly at Maelriel's response, "Don't apologize, it's natural. Let me help you with that, just relax." She grabbed a bottle of oil and poured a generous amount into her palm.

Maelriel watched as his teacher's delicate hands skillfully wrapped around his erect shaft, making him feel a tight and slippery grip that couldn't be replicated by masturbating. The sensation of her fingers, slick with oil, gliding along his sensitive flesh was enough to make his body quiver, as his dick was slowly lubed up by her hands.

As vulgar schlicks quietly sounded within Aerin's living room, she looked up to Maelriel from her kneeling position. "How does it feel?" she asks inquisitively.

In between gasps, Maelriel breathily replied, "It.. It feels weird. I don't know, my penis feels tingly. It's never felt like this before," his voice was filled with wonder and confusion, as though this is his first time experiencing it.

After hearing his words, Aerin felt like she had regained control of the situation and felt comfortable enough to revert back to her usual language. "Remember this sensation, sweetie" Aerin whispered, her voice laced with a mix of care and command. "Look closely what I'm doing to you right now, this can help clear your mind the next time you feel like this again."

'This would be the only time I'm doing this for him and after this, and after this I hope he can take care of it himself' Aerin thought.

Her oiled up hands were still moving up and down along his erect shaft. Sometimes, even putting an expert twist here and there into the movement, intensifying the sensations coursing through his body.

Starting from the cockhead, Aerin's slippery hands would lightly grip his sensitive tip with a pressure as though she was teasingly milking it before slickly moving down along the shaft.

It might've been painful had she been doing it dry. However, because of the oil, the resulting sensation could only be described as heavenly. Her oiled up palm and fingers, encased his swollen member and exerted just the right amount of pressure.

She would sometimes mix up her tempo—from the bottom, she would glide her slippery hands back up the glans in one swift motion, eliciting as much pleasurable friction as she could in the process. Then she would descend with deliberate slowness and gentleness, using only her fingertips as if she's trying to tease his desperate cock.

Once at the base, her thumb would sometimes press at the frenulum, gently caressing the band of tissue that connected the cockhead to the foreskin. Her fingernails were trimmed and cut short, so Maelriel could only feel a soft light touch whenever Aerin pressed her fingers against his sensitive cock.

'Fuck...' Maelriel struggled to hold back the moan that wanted to come out of his mouth. 'If I was an actual virgin with zero experience, I wouldn't have even lasted maybe half a minute before I prematurely ejaculated there and then.'

Aerin looked at her young student breathing heavily. He was on his toes despite sitting on the sofa.

'I hope this doesn't fry his brain completely,' she chuckled under her breath.

In her mind, for someone who had never even masturbated once before to suddenly be subjected under her skilled 'handy' work, she can only imagine the sudden barrage of intense sensations that must be hitting his little mind right now.

In fact, she was extremely surprised by how well Maelriel is lasting.

'I thought he would've surely orgasmed by now,' thought Aerin.

'Well, since he knows the basics, I suppose he can do the rest–' Aerin was just about to let of of Maelriel's cock to tell him, thinking he can handle the rest.

"Riel, do you get it now?" Aerin asked inquisitively as she looked at Maelriel. She then promptly let go of his dick. Handing him the bottle of oil for himself: "Just do *this*," she said as she made an up and down gesture with her hand.

She was reluctant to go any further than she had already gone. As a noblewoman from one of the most prestigious families in the empire, she needed to maintain a certain level of decorum, and giving sexual favors went against it.

This case was an exception, because she thought it wasn't really giving out sexual favors. More like, sex education—'if such a ludicrous thing even exists', she thought.

Aerin then stood up from her kneeling position in between Maelriel's legs. She was just about to wash the oil off of her hands and separate herself from this vulgar act, when she turned to see how Maelriel was doing.

Even after Aerin had set such a good example of how Maelriel should jerk himself off, he still looked like he didn't know what to do. His wrist movement were way too stiff, clearly unfamiliar with the motion.

He looked towards her with almost pleading eyes. "Teacher, it doesn't' feel as good," he voiced out. "I'm not sure if I'm doing it right. Can you help me?" he asked with a hint of shyness.

'Do you even know what you're trying to make me do?' Aerin thought before she realized that, No—he really doesn't.

She looked at the clock which is only about an hour and half before 5 in the afternoon. Laurel will leave her place by then to do something else. If this takes any longer, then they won't have another opportunity again.

Thus, with a sigh, she went back to her position earlier. "I'll help you out this time because we're in a hurry, okay?" sighed Aerin.

Securing his engorged shaft at its base with a firm grip, Aerin reached for the bottle of oil, its slick contents gleaming in the dim light. Carefully, she poured a generous amount onto his pulsating cock, allowing the liquid to cascade down its length, creating a glistening sheen that intensified its allure.

She then placed her palm directly at the top—right on his tip. With that, the entrance of his urethra directly touched Aerin's palm and started moving her hand in circular motions.

The movement further stimulated the already sensitive glans, and Maelriel trembled slightly.

"How does it feel now?" teased Aerin, as she suddenly stopped.

"Haaa.. good.." replied Maelriel, out of breath.

Aerin then positioned Maelriel's pulsating cock, firm and eager, against his lower abdomen, aligning it parallel to his body. With a deliberate and practiced motion, she pressed her palm firmly against the underside of his shaft, initiating a friction that sent waves of pleasure directly to his mind.

As she moved her hand upward, her palm embraced the sensitive underside of his shaft. She made sure her palm would lightly brush against his frenulum, as that is the part that would give the most pleasure. The slickness of the oil enhanced the glide of her hand, intensifying the connection between her touch and his heightened senses.

Heavenly couldn't even begin to describe the myriad of sensations that Maelriel is feeling on his cock. The sensation of her palm traversing the sensitive passageway beneath his shaft was an intoxicating blend of friction and pressure. With each upward stroke, he could feel his patience being rewarded—a stroke at a time.

However, Aerin was still far from done. She moved her other hand under his shaft, her fingertips brushing against the tender skin of Maelriel's ballsack, which had been ignored up until this point.

"Such precious things shouldn't be ignored as well," she said, almost with a touch of reverence in her voice.

'Oh god,' Maelriel sucked in a lungful of air in anticipation.

His body quivered, every nerve tingling with heightened sensitivity as he felt Aerin's noble and dainty hand lovingly caressing his balls as though they were the most delicate and precious jewels in existence.

Maybe it's because she is a noblewoman, that hearing her direct such 'respectful' words towards something as dirty as his nuts could elicit such a reaction out of him. Regardless, he could feel his arousal building up despite the lack of holes and penetration.

Despite the debauched act taking place, the atmosphere was far from vulgar. Aerin was doing this as if she was just doing another lesson, an extension of the loving and maternal affection she'd always showered Maelriel with.

Aerin gently cupped Maelriel's balls, fondling what is probably the single most vulnerable area of every man's body. She knew just how vulnerable this area was for a man but instead of using that power to hurt him, she used it to comfort him.

Maelriel could feel Aerin massaging his balls with a gentle touch. He could feel his balls tightening in her hand as there was an instinctual nervousness and fear that came along with having someone else touch such an intimate area.

Yet with every stroke and gentle fondle, she coaxed that fear out of him, letting her touch his most vulnerable area without any restriction. She fondled and caressed it, her touch filled with gentle love and adoration, as though she was touching the most precious and fragile jewelry. Eventually, his ballsack hung loose, once they knew that Aerin's nurturing touch meant no harm, only warm pleasure and comfort.

With her other hand, she went back to lovingly stroking his large shaft, her fingers caressing the pulsating flesh with a practiced finesse. The heat radiating from his engorged member engulfed her hand and it throbbed, demanding to be pleasured.

'Still, how come he hasn't ejaculated yet?' thought Aerin. This should've been enough to send a virgin to orgasm twice and yet he showed no signs of having an orgasm.

"You have no idea how lucky you are right now," she remarked lightly.

"...teacher, I.." Maelriel was about to say something before being hushed by her, "Sshh...just watch okay? The itch will soon be gone, sweetie. Tell me if you feel something coming up,"

Maelriel looked at the beautiful face of the woman that is handling his dirtiest and most filthy body part. A courteous and dignified noblewoman from an extremely powerful family is tending his cock as though it is her duty. Her face only a couple of centimeters away to the point that he could feel her warm breath on his shaft.

He looked at her blue eyes filled with motherly affection, staring and gauging his reactions; Her golden blonde hair, elegantly done and styled befitting her high status; The expensive and fragrant oil which she used to refine this experience; Her cherry red lips and her milky white face, enhanced with the empire's finest and most expensive cosmetics.

However, hidden amidst his thoughts, Maelriel harbored a mischievous idea—another secret ingredient that could further enhance Aerin's elegant beauty, though it wasn't the kind of makeup typically found in cosmetic stores.

Usually, when about to ejaculate, people would say or announce it beforehand to prepare their partner. She warned him to tell her if he felt that something's coming up but Maelriel chose to remain quiet. After all, this is his 'first time', he wouldn't know what cum or 'I'm cumming' is supposed to be.

Aerin was already beginning to doubt her own skills when she found herself unable to bring the 'virgin' Maelriel to an orgasm despite several minutes. Minutes turned into an eternity as she skillfully worked her hands and fingers.

'I wouldn't have to use my mouth, would I?' Aerin pondered nervously, hoping that it wouldn't have to come to that.

However, Aerin's hand veered off course, unintentionally guiding her student's large cock toward her own face— and then it happened.

"Ah–" Maelriel yelped.

The sudden collision of his already sensitive and pulsating cockhead against her delicate features sent a jolt of electricity through his spine. Without any warning, then and there, the load which had been built up for several days erupted directly at Aerin's delicate face. The first shot hit her forehead hard and left a thick trail of gooey semen down to her nose. A second spurt followed, landing on her left cheek and sliding down to her chin. The third one aimed straight at her lips, forcing them to close as the thick ropes of cum threatened to invade her mouth and get onto her tongue.

Aerin could feel the hot gooey liquid land all over her face. The warm cum painted an obscene masterpiece, decorating her forehead, nose, flushed cheeks, and delicate chin without discrimination. The next shot then hit her right eye, blinding her for a moment before it slid down her cheek and dripped on her breasts.

It was as if he was claiming her as his own, marking her with his seed.

"W-What?!" A gasp escaped Aerin's lips before she cut herself off. The threat of the viscous fluid seeping into her mouth held her back.

Soon the strong and disgusting stench of semen filled her noses, overpowering every other scent in the room. She could feel the vulgar droplet's stickiness against her skin and the way they slowly dripped down her face, as if she had shed tears of semen.

Maelriel looked at the beautiful face of his teacher, which he had stained with his seed. He was more than satisfied with the perverted view in front of him, Aerin unable to open her eyes and mouth due to the overflowing semen that dripped down her face.

'You look so pretty like that, teacher' he wanted to say but knew he needed to keep quiet.

It wasn't until a few more seconds later that Aerin finally gave up trying find a handkerchief and just rubbed her eyes and mouth with her bare hands. She smeared Maelriel's cum across her face as though it was lotion, and finally the load was thin enough to allow her to open her eyes again—though her gaze is still a bit cloudy.

'What the hell just happened?' thought Aerin in disbelief. Everything just kept defying her expectations. 'Was that supposed to be his first orgasm? How could he have produced such a thick load? Is this what happens when a teenager doesn't masturbate for years, it just builds up like that?' she wondered.

She looked up again to Maelriel looking at this pupil of hers with new eyes, especially at the mean cock that he had been hiding for so long. contemporary romance

"T-Teacher, what happened? I.. I didn't know. It suddenly felt so good and–" he said, speaking in between each fervent breath.

"I told you to say something when– Haa..." she said, cutting him off before sighing. " I'll explain it later,"

Everything had thrown her off—his unexpected size, how long he'd lasted, the fact that she could actually use both hands to jerk him off. She'd momentarily forgotten that she was supposed to 'teach' him how to get rid of his boners.

'I told him to at least given me a warning before ejaculating,' she complained in her mind. 'Though I probably succeeded with giving him a lasting memory.'

But right now, she had to get rid of this cum in her face. She couldn't help but feel self-conscious about her current appearance. Just looking at her cum-smeared features left her a tad repulsed. And thus, she quickly stood up and headed for the washroom.

"…" Maelriel, still basking in the afterglow of a wondrous orgasm, watched as Aerin scurried off to wash his cum off her face, the disgust eminent in her appearance. Despite everything, she was still a tight-assed aristocratic lady, viewing the aftermath as something distasteful.

"Her reactions could use a little work," chuckled Maelriel as ideas began to form in his mind.

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