Naughty Mrs. Peabody

Mrs. Peabody struggled with her bonnet as she stepped out into the blustery wintry morning, her eyes blinking at the flurries of snow that wisped along the street. Straightening the ribbons beneath her chin, Mrs. Peabody pulled her heavy coat more firmly about her and headed down the street to a small bookstore on the corner. Her late husband, Mr. Elden Peabody, had left her a rather large fortune upon his untimely demise several years ago. Well, untimely for him, she snorted. Elden Peabody had been the richest man in town and was quite envied by most of the town’s eligible, and ineligible, men when he somehow managed to marry the beautiful only child of the president of the local bank.

Mrs. Peabody smiled to herself. Such a shame that Elden left her after seven years of marriage. And childless, too. She managed to stall her would-be suitors by declaring that her undying love for Elden would prevent her from ever giving away her heart, or her hand, in marriage. As if she would willingly trot down that path again!

A quiver of excitement shot through her body. These days, she had a more important task than that of someone’s wife. Oh, indeed, her role of instructor was one she savored more. Each season, she chose a different student to tutor. She was quite skilled and delighted in passing along her knowledge to eager young men.

Standing at the door waiting for her was her newest pupil Robert Moore. At just barely eighteen, he was long, lanky, and perfect in every way. She waited for him to close the door with a small smile. When he turned, she could see that his desire for her was impressive.

“Good morning, Mrs. Peabody. I-I trust you had a g-g-good night’s rest?”

His cheeks were aflame and his eyes were wide and bright with anticipation. Mrs. Peabody continued smiling and ran a black-gloved finger along his jaw.

“Oh, yes, Robert. I had a most enjoyable night’s rest. Did you enjoy your night’s rest? Hmm?”

Robert felt his cock pushing against the front of his pants. Yesterday she had aroused him to such a frenzy and then said that he needed to learn to control his arousal, thus, she would not engage in sexual relations with him. His was not a night of rest. He burned for her and wanted to do nothing more than to take her in his arms and bury his cock deep inside her yielding pussy.

Mrs. Peabody took his silence as response enough and proceeded to remove her bonnet, gloves, and coat. Robert turned to the lock on the door and turned the sign around before following Mrs. Peabody to the room in the back where he slept.

“Now, Robert, do show me what you learned yesterday about removing a woman’s clothing. I shall be most displeased if you cannot do so quickly and smoothly.”

Robert willed his fingers to steady themselves as he removed the various layers of Mrs. Peabody’s attire. Through the layers of lace and ribbons and silk, he stroked and squeezed her body. She pulled the pins from her hair and he pressed his face into her neck.

“Mmm, wonderful, Robert. Now, today you get to perform oral sex on me. Do you remember what we discussed?”

Robert nodded and carefully lifted the nearly naked Mrs. Peabody onto his bed. All she wore were the sheer stockings that came only to mid-thigh and were held by small ribbons. Using his mouth and fingers, he soon removed even those. Her scent was so heady and rich and full that he felt himself near the precipice. Without being told, however, he slowed down his movements and concentrated on the wondrous folds between her thighs as he had learned. His desire was to arouse her to the same intensity as his own.

He spread her lips as his tongue delved deep within her moist pussy. Her thick juices soon covered his lips and tongue and her hands pressed firmly against his head. Mrs. Peabody moaned and ground her pussy against young Robert’s eager mouth.

“Now! Robert, now!”

Robert pulled his clothes off so quickly he heard a rip in his shirt, but he did not care. He felt her long smooth fingers grip him firmly, stroking him, before guiding him into her open cunt. Robert groaned at the overwhelming pleasure of her tight pussy gripping his cock. Her hands squeezed his ass, urging him to move. Long, slow, and deep he thrust into her. He watched with desire as her breasts moved with each thrust of his hips. Soon he was thrusting harder and faster. Her nails clawed at his back, he legs wrapped around his body. Robert felt the quiver of her pussy around his cock and felt his cock swell as he exploded inside her. Collapsing, Robert felt the thick juices of their lovemaking. The air was filled with the scent of it.

Mrs. Peabody lay beneath her young protege’s firm body and smiled to herself. Yes, today was going to be a very good day.

~ by eveninglily on December 15, 2008.