Hot For Teacher (Mature)

"Eh...? Hwah!!" That was quite unexpected. Makoto was already pretty excited himself, it was already showing though his shorts. The way she spoke was so entrancing... "I'm a-alright with that..." His heart was beating so fast.

She smiled, and dove back into the kiss, while her hand began working at his shorts, undoing them and fishing his member from them. She gripped him lightly, then pulled from the kiss for a moment. "It's occurred to me I've never seen it, so..." She looked down to get a view of her current target.

Makoto jumped a little when Karin grabbed him. "Heh. S-seems only fair..." He'd seen her naked all day. A bit of his eight inches poked through her grip. Though her hand wasn't able to cover its length, Makoto felt incredibly sensitive. It was his first time being touched by another person there.

Karin smiled more, then dove back into the kiss, while her hand began to slowly stroke his length.

Makoto had nowhere to move, but his hips instinctively moved forward a little. He still had enough awareness to maintain the kiss, another source of pleasure for him. He couldn't help shaking a bit.

Karin giggled a little into the kiss, partially from nerves. She wasn't used to this, but she wanted to do it. She started stroking a bit faster as she kissed him, finding even this to be rather exciting.

Makoto let a small moan escape when Karin picked up her pace. He was trying his best not to make any noise. It was a very difficult endeavor. Her hadn't imagined a hand could feel so good. It was likely because it was hers.

Karin, briefly, considered using her mouth as well, but decided to save that for when their relationship wasn't so new. For now, this... this was fine. Of course, she had to tease him a bit. "So... is this as good as when you did it while watching me?"

Makoto jumped a little, wishing he could forget doing such a thing. "Th-that wasn't--!" What could he even say that would matter at this point? She obviously wasn't that mad about it anymore, and if he was being completely honest... "This... i-is much... better." His face ran even hotter at the admission. Beyond the fact that she was a willing participant, Makoto hadn't 'relieved' himself since that night. That was one of the many factors that were steadily pushing him toward the edge.

Karin grinned. "Good to hear..." She dove into the kiss again, her hand moving a bit faster.

Makoto gasped and shuddered in response. He broke the kiss after a few moments to warn her. "Sensei... I'm gonna c-cum soon...!" It had probably only been a minute or two, but felt like an eternity to him. He was only sure that he couldn't last much longer.

Karin debated what to do then. After a moment, she whispered in his ear. "What do you want me to do, Makoto? Where do you want to cum?"

Makoto's face burned from being given the choice. The lewdness of the question gave him a different sort of excitement. "...Your chest." He answered in a breathy tone.

Karin raised a brow. "You've thought about this before, I think." She lowered herself onto her knees in front of him, positioning her chest directly in front of his member as she pumped faster, pointing him in the right direction.

"I-I haven't!!" Makoto denied quickly. A little too quickly. There wasn't much time to think about things after that, as the sight of his teacher before him was too much. He came on her breasts, quite a bit at that. Between constantly seeing her naked and having plenty of close contact, there was bound to be build up.

Karin was clearly surprised by how much there was, her face turning a bit red. She hadn't thought this through. Now she was quite embarrassed, and... excited. She wasn't sure what to do with it now. "Oh... oh my..."

"Hah... Hwah!!" Makoto sighed in release before snapping to his senses. Seeing Karin in such a state kept his lower body thoroughly excited, but he was a bit embarrassed about getting so much on her to take notice. "S-s-sorry! Ah--! Towel!! I'll get one!"

Karin nodded slowly. "Ah... y-yeah... good idea..." She was staring at the cum on her breasts as if fascinated, her blush growing. She didn't notice her nipples hardening and lower lips moistening.

Makoto scrambled a bit, trying to even remember where one was. 'Wait... duh.' Makoto held out his hands and simply created a soft towel to use. "Here, hold still." He gently wiped off her chest and shoulders. He worked his way down to each breast, wiping with both hands while making sure to clean everywhere. Somewhere along the line he stopped feeling shame and started to enjoy the simple task of cleaning her. It was likely around the time he noticed the look on Karin's face. His caresses slowed but he kept up the pressure.

Karin swallowed a bit, watching, and enjoying, Makoto's actions. After a moment, she closed her eyes, inhaling softly, before letting out a soft moan.

Makoto continued his ministrations, very much liking the reaction he received. She seemed to like it as much as he did. The towel disappeared from view as he dropped concentration on it. A part of his mind noticed the sperm was gone with it... He could think about that later. His bare hands contacted her breasts, giving them just as gentle attention as before. "I think you could use a 'reward' too, Sensei..." He spoke gently to her as he trailed one of his hands lightly down her stomach, circled her navel, and ticklishly brushed over her womanhood. Makoto was aware of the boundaries in place, he simply wanted to please her too.

Karin's eyes were still closed, but she was breathing a bit heavier. When her brushed her womanhood, she gasped softly, swallowing hard. "I... might have to agree with you there..."

Makoto smiled and leaned forward to kiss Karin. It was his tongue's turn to go on the offensive as he massaged her breast. His other hand slowly rubbed along the groove of her lower lips, back and forth, pressing and teasing.

Karin moaned softly into the kiss, melting into Makoto's touch. She REALLY wasn't used to this. Her previous boyfriends had tried for this in the past, but always went for it sooner than she was ready, and it just felt wrong. THis time... this time, it felt right.

Makoto let instinct take the helm as he explored Karin. His hand lifted from her breast to, surprisingly or not, stroke through her hair. His lower hand kept up its encircling caress. He occasionally ran his thumb along her clitoris ever so gently.