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Sarah's Education

By: Jasmine30



She was going to hell, she just knew it. Her college professor, Greg Sumner, was the hottest man on earth and she knew she was going to pay for having all these perverted thoughts about him. She’d tried to get his attention with subtle things, but he never seemed to pay her even the slightest bit of attention. It was always, “Here’s your paper back Sarah, you got an A, see you in class next week.” She spent entirely too much time fantasizing about him in class. And out of the classroom, too, for that matter. 

Well, she aimed to change that next week. She had it all planned out, what she was going to wear, how she was going to approach him, even how they would spend the night making love. Probably on the couch in his office, but they would spend it there together. She had gone to the local smut store and picked up the first pair of crotch less undies they had, a pair of white cotton underwear with white lace trim, very innocent looking until you noticed the gaping slit in the center. She had paired it with a matching white bra, then completed the outfit with a short skirt and a white button down shirt. Professor Greg may have ignored her advances so far, but he wouldn’t last in the face of her determination to have him. 

She spent several hours in front of the mirror, practicing how to cross and uncross her legs, trying for the maximum flash of skin without showing herself off to the whole class. She almost had it perfected then noticed that her shirt needed to be undone just a little bit more. The white bra pushed her tits out against the soft fabric, thrilling her with their boldness. No sir, he would not be able to resist.

The next week, dressed to knock Professor Greg out of his socks, I made my way into the classroom. Professor Greg looked up at me and our eyes met briefly. He looked away quickly and went back to his papers scattered on his desk. Darn! I was hoping to exchange some really hot looks with him, but he must have been made of ice. 

I chose a spot near the top of the classroom, towards the left side, away from the other students and positioned myself so Professor Greg would have a full view of me. I dropped my things on the ground and rummaged around for a pencil and some paper. The pencil was purely a prop. I had planned to use it to nibble on and occasionally drop it down towards my nipples to keep them hard for him. 

I tugged at my skirt a little, pulling it higher on my thighs, wiggling in my damp panties, already thinking about what I was going to do. I sat and waited while the other students filed in.  

Professor Greg waited patiently until all the students had been seated, then began his lecture. Today’s was about Human Emotions and Their Effects. That’s about as far as I got, as I got lost looking into his eyes and listening to the gravelly smooth rhythm of his voice. His voice always seemed to reach out and stroke the inner most parts of me, sending little shivers through my body. 

I stopped daydreaming and began my plan to entice Professor Greg into my bed. I started to uncross my legs, stretching ever so slightly in my chair, my nipples jutting out against the too tight fabric of my shirt. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Professor Greg glance my way. He stopped speaking for a second, not long enough for the other students to notice, but enough so that I knew I had gotten his attention. Professor Greg never made a mistake. 

I let a slight smile play on my mouth as I looked boldly into his eyes, telling him with my eyes what I was going to do. The look I received in return was filled with hot searing passion and a thrilling desire full of dark sadistic thoughts. A shiver raced down my spine as suddenly I was afraid of what I was getting into. What was behind those intelligent seeking eyes, that looked ready to consume me in one tasty morsel? 

I didn’t have time to find out as Professor Greg broke our contact and continued on with his lecture. I knew he was now fully aware of my desires and I planned to make the most of it. I circled the tip of the eraser against my nipples, alternating between them, drawing them into swollen peaks. Not stopping until they were heavy and aching with need. I was surprised by my brazenness, but the sweet ache between my thighs was keeping all thoughts of modesty away. I watched him talk as my body began to hum in anticipation. 

I wiggled my bottom into the chair trying to ease the ever growing need there. I let my legs part just a little and dropped my hand on my thigh. Casually waiting to see if he would notice. He did and immediately his eyes were drawn to the hand resting on my thigh. He seemed to be telling me something with his eyes, and I followed his gaze. And got it. I started to stroke my thighs, little touches designed to tease and not satisfy. Watching for his reaction, it was imperceptible at first but there, a slight flaring of his nostrils, a drawn in breath as if to speak, then a hand dragged through his hair. 

I tried to hide the self satisfied smile growing on my mouth, but he saw it and I saw an answering gleam in his eyes. He was letting me know who was ultimately in charge of the situation. But I ignored his challenge and continued stroking my legs open. Careful to make sure the other students couldn’t see me. He turned to the white board and began to write something down but I knew he couldn’t ignore me any longer. 

I was now dangerously close to those innocent white panties, almost letting my finger touch the edge. I could feel the wetness seeping through the thin fabric, shocking me with it’s heat. I willed him to look back at me now, almost daring him to keep his control when I was showing him the results of my desire. 

He finished writing and turned around, his eyes locking onto mine with a ferociousness that startled me with it’s intensity. It’s as if he knew what I had been doing behind his back and he showed his disapproval by turning his back on me once again. He wanted to show me that he wasn’t to be messed with, his control was firmly in check. His show of power was impressive but it didn’t stop my clit from throbbing, nor did it stop my finger from grazing it lightly. I shuddered in my seat as I waited for him to look back at me again and see me wet and waiting for him.

He turned and walked to the podium, presumably to finish his lecture. But I knew the real reason, the bulge straining against his pants was too large to ignore any longer. The podium was the only safe place he could stand. I continued the light stroking of my slit, working the slick wetness over the panties, making sure he could see the dark spreading stain of wetness there. 

He quickly concluded the lecture, gave out homework assignments, then let us loose for the day. The other students began making their way out of the classroom, glad for the extra time out of class. I took my time gathering up my things, straightening my clothing and smoothing my hair down, before getting up and walking down the stairs towards Professor Greg. 

As I got closer to him, he cleared his throat and asked, “Sarah, I’d like to talk to you about that paper you wrote last week, could you stay for a minute after class?” He did this for the benefit of the other students still dawdling in there. 

“Sure, Professor Greg, I’m not due in my other class for another 3 hours.” I practically purred with satisfaction. 

I waited next to his desk until the other students had left. Then watched in growing trepidation as he walked to the class door, locked it shut and pulled the blind closed. I swallowed in fear, this wasn’t exactly what I had planned. 

He started to walk back towards me, his eyes never leaving my face. I met his stare and felt a clutch in my stomach as I realized what I had just gotten myself into. I had no idea who this man was, what kind of man he was, if I would be safe even. The uncluttered reality of what was happening started the panic roaring through my ears and I quickly moved to the other side of the desk, hoping to put some distance between us. 

He saw my evasiveness and just smiled. “Why, Sarah, whatever is wrong? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost. I assumed when you were giving me that wonderfully sexy show in class today that you wanted me alone. Isn’t that right my sweet Sarah-girl?” He said the last part while moving closer to my location. 

I stepped back even farther and stammered out a reply, “Please, Professor Greg, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. Please, I’ll just go before I embarrass myself any more. Please.” 

He chuckled at her innocence. Did she think she could just come in here, show off her wet pussy and walk away without letting him taste the sweetness she offered? Without being punished for her daring sexual exploits? Obviously she did. Well, he was going to have to show her how wrong she was. As she was pivoting to leave, he reached out and grabbed her arm. 

“Sarah, it’s not embarrassing yourself to show me that sweet wet pussy of yours.” He whispered into her ear, “It is, however, very naughty of you to tease me like that when I have a class to teach. I don’t think you understand the way a man’s desire works. You shouldn’t tease if you aren’t willing to pay the price. And you are going to pay the price Sarah. Of that you can be certain.” 

The fear of his desired retribution immobilized me temporarily, trapping me in his heat filled gaze and pooling low in my belly. 

I snapped back to focus, and began to try to pull my arm out his grasp while saying, “Professor Greg, now be reasonable. I’m your student, how would that look if other people found out. It was stupid of me to try and tease you. I thought I wanted, . … oh, well, it doesn’t matter what I thought I wanted. It was wrong and I’m sorry. Please let me go. No one ever has to know about this.” 

“What did you want Sarah? Hmmm? Did you want to take my cock in your mouth and milk the cum out of me? Or did you want me to fuck you until you were screaming? By the way you were touching yourself in there today, I think you want it all. Am I right?” Professor Greg asked while stepping behind me and placing his hands on my hips, pulling me flush against him. He lowered his head and nuzzled my neck, grinding his hips into my backside, the hard throbbing heat snuggled tightly against me proving how effective my seduction was. 

His touch was making me lose my concentration and I murmured, “Yes, that’s what I wanted.” Any thoughts of escaping were quickly being replaced by my original desire and now something even darker, as I realized the game he was playing with me. 

He grasped my shoulders and spun me around. “Sarah, that was very bad of you today. I don’t think I can just let you walk out of here without knowing that you have learned something from this. I’ve been watching you since the first day you walked into my classroom. I’ve wanted to fuck that tight pussy of yours from day one, but now you put me in an awkward position. If I give in to you and give you what you want, you will have won. And I just can’t have that. So I’ve decided that the best course of action is to punish you for your insolence.”

“MY WHAT?” I sputtered. How dare he! How dare he think he had that much control over her actions that she would let him punish her. Of all the nerve. “I don’t think so, Professor.” My voice dripping sarcasm, I proceeded to tell him that no man would ever punish me for any perceived wrong, insolent or not. 

He just smiled at my protest, leaning towards his desk to pick up something. His ruler. Oh no, he didn’t think, no, no,….NO! He couldn’t possibly think he was going to do anything with that ruler. Smack! He did think he was going to do something and he did. He smacked my bottom hard with the ruler, causing me to fall against him in the process. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Professor Greg?” I asked, as a little thrill of excitement coursed through me. 

“I’m punishing you Sarah, for teasing me, for trying to get me to lose my control. Now I’m going to show you that it isn’t wise to try and break a man’s control. It could backfire on you, it fact I predict that before this is over, it will be your control slipping our of your grasp.” His voice was low and thick with lust. 

“Never!” I practically shouted, trapped in his arms, my bottom still stinging from the sharp smack. 

He moved quickly then, by the time I noticed that he was moving, it was too late. He pushed me down onto his desk face first and lifted my skirt up and over my ass. Exposing the white cotton panties I had picked out and the redness of my skin where the ruler had slapped it. 

I heard the whoosh of the ruler coming down again and I winced in fear as I felt it connect with the fleshy underside of my bottom. I was so humiliated. My bottom was exposed completely to him and he was tapping it softly with the ruler, running it up the crack of my ass, never letting me know what he was going to do next. The fear was quickly being replaced though by desire. A desire to submit to him, to show him who could ultimately win in this competition. 

He leaned down close to me and asked me if I was enjoying my punishment. 

“You know you deserve this Sarah, you deserve to be spanked because you’ve been a very bad girl. And I’m just the man to do it. I’m going to show you what it means to submit to your sexuality completely. To me, and only to me Sarah.” 

As he said this I felt the tip of his finger slipping into my panties, tugging them down in an excruciatingly slow manner. His finger caressed the top of my ass, sweeping across the rounded cheeks and ending with a slight grazing up my slit. 

I gasped at the soft caress, noting the inconsistencies between his soft touch and his sharp slaps. Which is exactly what he had hoped for. He completed his stripping of me, pulling the panties down to mid-thigh. Leaving me stranded in the position of his choice, he used his foot to get me to spread my legs for him. 

I was now practically laying on his desk, my ass pushed out for him to see, my widespread legs causing me to grip the desk for balance. He reached out and tugged on my hair, telling me without words to arch my back. I arched into him, hoping for more of his soft caresses. But he wasn’t obliging to my needs. This was strictly to show me how much control he could exert over me. And exert it he did. 

He started to softly slap my ass cheeks with his palm, making sure that the contact was sharp and yet gentle at the same time. He slapped at my slit lightly. Telling me all the time that I was his for the taking, that before he was done I would be begging him to stop. Stop, God no, he couldn’t stop doing this to her. She’d seen enough S&M on the internet to know it wasn’t really her thing, but this, this was different. This wasn’t really S&M, she couldn’t be this turned on by that. She couldn’t want more of his slaps. Oh, but she did. She wanted to submit to his dark passion. And submit she would. 

All too soon he stopped. I remained still, moaning softly, saddened by the loss and yet anxiously awaiting his next move. Both of his hands came down on my hips, where he used his fingers to caress the rounded softness there. Light, flicking strokes, designed to tease with their feather light touch. And to leave me wanting more. He drew a finger over my bottom, tracing the outline of my sex, while sliding one hand lower onto my thigh. Gripping the flesh there fiercely he let out a slight groan. 

He didn’t stop there. He used both hands and parted my ass cheeks, exposing my ass to him and giving him a peek at my pussy lips, slick with my arousal. He was staring so intently at me and for so long it made me squirm against the desk, suddenly unsure and shy. But I couldn’t stop showing him, I wanted him to see all of me. I felt the rough fabric of his pants as he rubbed against me, wetting the front of his jeans. 

“You’ve been so very bad Sarah, but your pussy looks so good, so hot, so wet. Oh God, I don’t think I can wait to take you. You’ve been teasing me far too long. Would you like that, Sarah? Hmmm? Would you like my cock buried in your pussy right now?” Professor Greg asked, his voice husky with need. 

“Yes, oh yes, please.” I answered back, my voice almost gone. This was nothing like I had imagined it would be with him. It was much better. His hands, Oh God, his hands were so insistent, yet so eager to please. The way he handled her, as if she was his for the taking whipped her into a frenzy of lust.

I felt him shift his weight for a just second then felt the hot contact of the head of his cock pressed against my backside. Rubbing it over my cheeks, letting me feel the warmth emanating from within. He pressed farther down until he was nestled up against my pussy lips. 

“Oh Sweet, Sweet Sarah. How I’ve waited for this moment, when I know how wet and ready you are, when your pussy is mine for the taking, when you’re at my mercy, of which I have none to spare. I will teach you to never tease another man, to never try to take his control, because you just might break it. And I never want you breaking another man’s control but mine. You are mine for the taking Sarah, never forget that you’re mine.” He completed his branding of me, by pushing the head of his cock into my pussy. 

His thick head pulsated violently inside me, my entrance stretched taut by his force. I arched into him, telling him with my body what I wanted. But he kept me there, his cock head teasing my entrance, one hand gripping a hip, the other busy at my breast. Reaching under my bra, and pulling my nipple into a hard little nub. I moaned in response, my pussy aching for the full weight of his cock to fill me. 

“Say it Sarah, tell me how much you want this cock. Beg, sweet Sarah girl, you’ve got to beg me for more. Let me have your body.” Professor Greg rasped out. His control a notch away from slipping. 

“Please, please” I whimpered, “I can’t think anymore, I just want your cock. I want you buried in me Greg. I have to feel you in my pussy. I’m sorry I teased you but please, oh god, please don’t make me wait any longer.” 

Finally satisfied with my lack of control, my submission to him, he fed the length of his cock into me. Thrusting long and deep, he made sure to stroke my inner walls, my pussy collapsing onto him. Squeezing my muscles tightly, I gripped the fullness spreading through me. Arching into his every thrust, I took all that he had to give. Settling into a rhythm, our bodies met over and over, in a violent clash of heat and wetness. 

He kept his control tight at first, his thrusts measured. Now knowing the game he was playing, I tried to stop my body from responding to his touch and to his thick cock stroking me. But it was useless, and I felt my pussy tighten in response to his lovemaking. The contractions were coming even faster now, my pussy clenching him, pulling him even deeper. Snapping the fine silky thread of his control. 

Somewhere out of the fog I heard him say, “Cum for me Sarah, give me that sweet pussy. You know how I want it, you know how I like it. Now give it to me. Yes, Sarah, yes.” 

His words sent the blood soaring to my already swollen lips and I felt the orgasm building deep within. My muscles tightened one last time and then began to spasm around his cock. Giving him what he asked for and in turn asking for his unconditional surrender. He gave in, and with his hands holding my hips firmly, he gave one final thrust as his seed spilled from him in a violent burst of wet heat. 

I felt the satisfaction of knowing I had given Professor Greg what he needed and I in turn had gotten what I wanted. Professor Greg as my lover. 

He stood up and rearranged his clothing. I stood up as well and fixed my clothes, a little unsure of what to say. Professor Greg winked at me and said, “You got an A+ Sarah. See you next week in class.” 


Sarah's Education



"I've never had an orgasm."

It took a few seconds for those words to register in my brain. It was so random, so out of the blue and so very unexpected that I didn't quickly grasp the meaning. Looking over at Sarah, I lifted my head to fully look at her and asked, "What?"

A pretty, pink blush crept over her cheeks. She shrugged. "I've never had an orgasm."

"Never?"

"Nope."

I turned back to stare at the TV. We were laying on our stomachs on my bed and had been channel surfing since our movie ended a while ago. Focusing on the TV, I discovered that we seemed to be currently watching a couple making love on screen. They were cleverly draped and covered for TV viewing, but it was obvious what was going on. 

"So you and Scott have never done it, or what?"

"Oh, we've done it."

Frowning, I looked over at her again. She seemed to be studying the action on the screen. "You've done it with him but he's never made you cum?"

She simply shook her head. 

Pillowing my head in my arms, I considered my friend. We'd met a few years ago while playing on the high school volleyball team. Sarah went to church every Sunday, always wore her skirts or shorts just barely above her knee with modest blouses. I was quite the opposite. I'd been to church with friends, with Sarah even, but it wasn't my thing. 

I'd also been sexually active way earlier than I should have been. My single mother, being quite the liberal, made sure I was protected and sent me out into the world. I wasn't a slut by any means, but I certainly seemed to have much more education than sheltered Sarah. In my discoveries of sex, I found that enjoyed it no matter who I was with, male or female. 

Sarah had been dating Scott since he asked her to our Senior Prom. He was, to my knowledge, her first and only boyfriend. It was now the summer after we'd graduated from high school and Sarah was enrolled in the community college waiting for classes to start this fall. In order to spend our last summer together, I got a job at local t-shirt screen printing place until I went into the Air Force in a few months. 

I had to admit it to myself, which I tried not to do too often, that I had delayed my leaving until after Sarah was in college so that we could spend our last summer together. Secretly, I had been harboring a major crush on my best friend for years. Sarah was everything perfect to me. Pretty without being beautiful and small in size but with an ass that would stop traffic. I think the thing that made her the most attractive to me was that she had no idea how hot she was. 

Shoulder length, light brown hair, green eyes, and a smattering of freckles across her pert nose, added together with small breasts and that round ass, had through the years been the fantasy for many a masturbation session for me. Sarah had no idea. I could only assume it was her church upbringing that caused it because everyone else seemed to see it. I'd taken quite a bit of ragging by our fellow volleyball teammates over my friendship with her. I didn't care, I was fiercely protective of her and our friendship. If I couldn't have her love, then I'd take what I could get.

I'd never really liked Scott. But then, I wouldn't have liked anyone Sarah had dated other than me. So, I'd accepted that I was biased and she was clueless and that was the way life was to be. As I lay there next to her, feeling all warm and content in her company, I found that I was secretly happy that Scott hadn't been able to do it for her.

But then I had a thought. My head popped up again and I stared at her hard. "Did he hurt you? Was he rough?"

Sarah shook her head, her soft hair brushing over her shoulders. "No, not at all. He tried. Really hard to make me cum. I think I'm broken. Missing parts or something."

I blinked. "What?" Now I was confused. Missing parts? What the hell?

She shrugged and her embarrassment was evident. She buried her face in her arms and mumbled something I wasn't sure I heard correctly.

"Did you just say that you don't have a clit?"

Keeping her face buried, she nodded.

I discovered quite shamefully that the mental image I got of her fingering herself, looking for her missing clit, caused my own pussy to tingle warmly. I had to be careful here. She was embarrassed enough that I feared if she learned my feelings for her, this would end badly. So I had to be, or at least pretend to be, just a friend trying to help out another friend. 

"Um. Okay. Well, obviously you should know for sure, but I've never heard of a girl not having a clit. Maybe you just, um... weren't, you know, excited enough. Cuz for some you gotta be, you know."

Sarah kept her head down but nodded again. "Neither of us could find it."

Oh boy did those words do funny things to my stomach. I felt myself getting wet, my nipples puckered up tight. Taking a calming breath, I tried to keep my voice steady and soft. "But you've masturbated, right?"

"Tried." Came the muffled reply.

I found myself feeling all sorts of things. Here was a girl that I'd crushed on for years, dreamed of, soaked many a pair of panties over, and spent even more nights with my fingers deep in my sopping wet pussy pretending they were her fingers instead of mine, telling me that she'd never experienced an orgasm. My body flushed with heat, but my heart was achingly sad that she was going through this. Add in my total and crippling fear that I would say or do the wrong thing and thus end our friendship that meant so much to me, and I was currently a mass of confusion myself.

Swallowing down the sudden lump in my throat I whispered, "Are you telling me this because we're friends and you trust me, or are you telling me this hoping that I can help you?"

Finally, she turned to look at me. I could see she was on the brink of tears but was holding them back. "I don't know."

While I desperately wanted to pull her into my arms, I made sure not to touch her at all. This had to be her decision as to what happened. "Well, I'm pretty sure you have a clit."

A tear welled up in her pretty green eyes making them glossy. She slowly shook her head. "No."

"Sarah..." I stopped. Sighing, I was just so unsure of how to handle this.

"I should shut up. I'm embarrassing you." She hid her face from me again.

"No, no you're not." I decided to take a chance. "I'd like to help."

"Really?" She looked up again, her eyes alight, but then I watched that light dim again. "But how? I'm just a dork that can't find my own clit."

"You are not a dork. You've lived your life a certain way and sex is most likely not discussed at all at home, right?" 

Sarah gave a short laugh before flopping over onto her back. "Good grief, no." This sudden movement left her normally modest, button-up blouse slightly askew and gave me the barest glimpse of the swell of her breast. The tingle in my pussy was much harder this time.

A sweet shiver went through me. Hoping like hell that our friendship was solid, I decided I had to offer and just added to my hope that I'd be able to control myself and not scare her. "Look, I know this is weird. But you're my best friend, and I hate that you're going through this. If you want me to, I can help. But it's up to you and its okay if it's too weird for you. We'll just let this go and forget it."

"Help me how?" Sarah frowned, turning her head to look at me.

Well, it was now or never. "You know I've been with guys. We've talked about that." Sarah nodded, her frown still in place. Licking my lips and taking a deep breath, I took the plunge, "I've also been with girls."

Sarah continued to frown but rolled onto her side to face me. The gap in her blouse now giving me a tiny peek of white lace bra. "Been with them how? What do you mean?" 

Closing my eyes for a moment, I hoped I wasn't damning my soul to hell when I cursed her religious upbringing. "Been with girls in girl on girl sex. I'm bisexual."

Sarah blinked. Her eyes going huge. "How did I not know this?"

I couldn't stop the smile. She didn't seem spooked, she seemed shocked but in an interested way, or so I hoped I was reading her face right. "One word. Church. I'm sure it just didn't occur to you."

She blinked some more and then opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again. I watched her face and the myriad of expressions that flitted across it. Sarah was so open, so honest, it was amazing to be able to actually see her thinking about what I'd said.

She sat up on the bed, taking away my itty bitty peep show. But she swung her legs up and sat cross legged, which really allowed my imagination room to play as I tried not to stare at her crotch. I slowly sat up myself, keeping my legs together and managing to give myself a slight squeeze and felt more pussy juice squish out.

Sarah studied me. I could feel her gaze and it was not completely pleasant, sort of making me feel itchy. She took in my short brown hair, I kept it nearly as short as my brother's, the blue eyes, and in my opinion, somewhat plain face. As her eyes dropped to my chest, I knew my nipples hardened but there was nothing I could do about that. I was much more generous of breast than her, having a full C cup. I worked out a lot, ran a couple miles almost every morning, so I was trim and in shape. 

"Which do you prefer?"

Her question was so abrupt, so fast, I again had to let the words roll around in my head a bit before I understood them. So then I gave it some thought. Something I really hadn't done before. Girls' bodies were so soft, so gentle and they always smelled so good. Boys or men, they were rougher and didn't always smell very good, but they had a cock and that cock did feel pretty damn good most times. 

Finally I just shrugged. "I don't know. Like them both for different reasons."

"But how do girls... I mean, what do you do... no. I mean... "She blew out a puff of air. "I don't get it."

The laugh was unable to be contained. It rolled out of me, releasing some of the tension. "Girls have fingers, they have mouths, they have boobs; it just works." 

Once again Sarah opened her mouth to say something but closed it again. She pulled her legs up, wrapping her arms around her knees and dropped her chin on top. Suddenly she looked very sad. "I can't." she said, her voice quiet and small.

Confused, I asked, "Can't what?"

"I can't do it with a girl. You know, the whole church thing."

I was completely stunned that my oh-so-conservative friend had just even had the thought in her head. Refusing to let my hope grow, I ruthlessly shoved it back down. Nodding, I added, "Did anyone say you had to do it with a girl?"

"No. But, now I want to." She pouted and it was the most adorable thing I'd ever seen. It also filled me with the hope I'd just attempted to stomp on. My insides were slowly turning to jelly as I worked to keep the luscious, juicy thoughts at bay.

"Hmm. That's up to you." I had to tamp down these feelings raging through me so that she didn't feel any pressure. "We've been friends a long time and hopefully we'll stay friends even after I leave for the Air Force. I'm going to put the offer on the table, because we are such good friends and leave it at that. I'm not forcing you to do anything you don't want to do or feel uncomfortable doing."

Sarah shook her head and she seemed almost angry. "No. Too late."

Fear shot through me. Had I just screwed up? Was I going to lose her for good? "What's too late?" I managed to whisper. 

"You've put it in my head! Now I'm all curious and I can't make it stop. But I don't want to make you do something you don't want to do. You've obviously not told me about this for some reason but now I want to know all about it. This is your fault." Her eyes were snapping at me but there was a hint of smile around her mouth.

"I actually didn't mean to hide it from you." Shrugging, I added, "You just never picked up on it I guess."

"Does everyone else know?" Her voice was a combination of horror and curiosity.

I only nodded. 

"The team?"

I nodded again. "Why do you think Amber and Heather always changed clothes in the bathroom instead of the locker room?"

Sarah's eyes went huge and her mouth dropped open. "I heard them talking about a lesbian on the team! I thought they were being paranoid. It was you they were talking about?"

I nodded once more. "They thought I would jump them if I saw them naked."

"Well, that's just stupid. Who'd be interested in Amber's flat butt?" Sarah seemed to realize what she'd just said and blushed again. Clapping a hand to her forehead, she rolled her eyes at herself and smirked.

I couldn't help but laugh. She was right, though. Amber had a totally flat ass that was completely unattractive to males or females and Heather was just too... Heather. The stigma of gays was everywhere, though. Since every straight man would clearly bang anything with a vagina, it must be the same concept for people attracted to the same sex, right?. People were such idiots sometimes, but that was our small town for you.

Sarah pursed her lips and looked at me for a moment. God I wanted to kiss her. "Hand me your phone."

I was still staring at her mouth. "What?"

"Hand me your phone. I'm calling my parents to let them know I'm staying here tonight."

My eyes shot to hers. She was smiling, she was relaxed and she had dropped her legs back down, no longer sitting in her defensive position. Without saying a word, without allowing myself to think, I reached for my phone and handed it to her. She made the call quickly, glossing over her lack of a change of clothing, giving whoever was on the other end all the things they needed to hear. 

She finished the call and handed me back the phone. Leaning in closer to me, she issued her challenge. "Prove to me I have a clit."

Oh god. Here it was, the moment I had dreamed of but never even considered would come true. My mind raced in a hundred different directions at once. Stalling, I put the phone back on the bedside table, I felt the bed move and when I turned back, I found Sarah standing beside the bed, her shorts dropping to the floor. She stood there, still wearing her shirt, bra and panties and was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. 

Standing up myself, I pointed back to the bed. "Sit." While she moved to sit back down, I went in the bathroom and took down my full length mirror. Bringing it into the bedroom, I propped it against the wall beside the bed, where it was closer. This side of the bed had only a couple of feet between it and the wall. Striving for a casualness I didn't really feel, I said, "Panties off. Can't see what you're doing with them on."

Sarah blushed brighter pink than ever. "Oh uh... well. You see, Scott likes... umm..." She let out a huff of breath at my confused look. "I'm shaved," she blurted. 

My knees nearly gave out and my pussy fairly screamed in joy. This was going to be more of a challenge that I had imagined. "Okay. Should make things easier for you cuz you can see better." I knew my voice was shaky but there was nothing to do about that. Walking around behind her, trying to give us both a moment of semi-privacy, I shucked off my own jeans. 

Turning back, Sarah was seated on the bed in front of the mirror, her knees tightly together. I crawled up behind her, spreading my legs wide to straddle her body. Tucking up behind her, I gently laid my hands on her thighs. "You do realize I'm going to touch you right?"

Sarah nodded. Her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. There was a little fear, but I could also see the curiosity and, I hoped I was right in thinking, a bit of interest and arousal. I gently and slowly caressed her thighs, not going near her crotch area. She eventually relaxed and let her knees fall open. 

Here it was. I was about to gaze on something I'd dreamed of, lusted for, and never once thought to actually see. My hands shook, my breathing quickened and I ordered myself to stay slow and not scare her. Steadying myself, I so very gently pulled her legs further apart. "Anytime you want to stop you say so, okay?" I whispered in her ear.

She nodded and placing her hands over mine, opened her legs wide. 

I stared hard into the mirror wanting to memorize everything. She was so perfect. Clean shaven, she was bare and pink and oh so beautiful. She wasn't really wet, but that was okay. Her blouse drifted down and I knew that wasn't going to work. This was my chance, this was my night, and no blouse was getting in my way. 

Making sure she was watching what I was doing, I started to unbutton her blouse from the bottom up. As more pale flesh was exposed, her soft, flat tummy, up higher and higher, my fingers fumbled at the site. She reached up and finished the buttons and I pulled the blouse back, over her shoulders and dropped it to the side. 

Her breasts were so small, so perfect. I couldn't see her nipples though the bra and felt a moment's disappointment. Hoping that would come later, I moved my hands back to her thighs. She stopped me, placing her hands on my thighs and gently squeezing. 

"Nope. If my shirt goes so does yours." Her voice was soft, unsure, shaky even.

I quickly nodded. Anything she wanted, I was willing to give. In seconds I had my t-shirt over my head and tossed somewhere behind me. Since I was behind her, she couldn't really see me, but I could certainly feel her. Silky smooth, warm skin rubbed lightly against mine and I began to worry if I was going to be so wet that I'd leave a spot on my bed. 

"Ready?" I asked.

Sarah nodded. 

Sliding my hands over her legs, I closed in on that warm pink juncture. Keeping my touch gentle, I spread her plump outer lips. "Okay. Obviously, this is your vagina. If you and Scott have been together then you know that's where he went in." I pointed down low at the dark opening there, my fingers itching to explore.

She gave a nervous laugh and said, "Yeah."

"Your clit is up here," I moved to point at the upper area. I could see in the mirror that there was no obvious little bump. Hers did like to hide it seemed. "In order for me to help you find it, I have to touch. You have to be aroused. Wet." Since we were both staring intently at the mirror, we both watched in total amazement as a clear drop of fluid appeared at the opening of her vagina.

"Mmhmm. Think I got that." Sarah whispered.

Without thinking, I swiped my finger down into that little drop and slid it up over her pussy. The slick wetness let my finger slide through her easily. God she was so soft, so pink, so warm. The little inner lips almost fluttered open at my touch. 

I felt her jerky gasp and with my legs up against hers, I felt them relax. I began a slow stroking of her pussy from vagina to tip top, spreading her juices, slicking her up. Her head fell back a little, but she kept her eyes on the mirror. Once I had her good and wet, I began making little circles around the top of her hood. 

Sarah gave a soft moan. I closed my eyes and tucked my face into her shoulder, breathing in her scent. She always smelled lightly of strawberry shampoo but now was the added musky female scent I loved more. She was so perfect, so warm and soft, my fingers covered in her slick juice. I was in heaven. 

Under my fingers, I felt the little nub starting to swell. Looking into the mirror, I smiled, as there it was. "Look," I whispered. My fingers rubbed against that tiny spot, making it bigger. Sarah's body began to quiver in my arms. 

"That? Is that it?" She asked, her own fingers coming to touch. 

I moved my hand back, spreading her wide and watched as she touched herself. It was so beautiful, so intimate. Unable to stop myself, I rubbed my aching breasts against her back. She gave another soft moan as she played with her newly discovered clit, finding out for herself what made her feel good. 




Sarah's Education



Taking a chance, I slipped my hand downward and gently pressed a finger into her tight pussy. She gave a gasp and arched her back, moving her hips to press my finger in deeper. It was a slightly awkward position since we were both sitting, but I didn't care. I had my Sarah in my arms, her body pressed against mine. 

Sarah raised her legs, bracing her heels on the edge of the bed. That opened her up more for us both. She was working her clit harder and faster now, her breath coming fast. Nudging her hair aside, I began to kiss her neck, soft little kisses. She gave another moan, and I carefully slid a second finger inside her.

She was tight but by now she was so wet, there was no trouble getting in. My fingers were completely soaked, she was hot, tight, and writhing. Moving slow at first, I began to finger fuck her. With my other hand, I reached for her breast. She was so small I could cover her completely with my hand, but she was perfect to me. 

With her free hand she clamped down over mine on her breast, squeezing tight. Together, we moved as if we'd always done this. Her working her clit somewhat frantically now, me finger fucking her faster and harder and us both squeezing and massaging her breast. I was so hot, so wet, but all I could think of was her, my Sarah's pleasure and her orgasm. 

She gave a few soft "oh's" and a low moan and I felt her stiffen. Knowing what was coming I whispered to her to just let go, let it happen. Kissing her neck, her shoulder, I kept the pace with my fingers, now squishing loudly into her twitching pussy. 

With a final high pitched wail, Sarah came. She came hard, her body bucking, her pussy clamped down tightly on my fingers. I could feel the spasms passing through her body. Holding on tightly to her, I whispered all sort of things I'd never remember later. 

When she finally settled, I carefully pulled my fingers free. Unable to stop myself, those fingers of mine went straight to my mouth. First smelling her female scent, and then tasting her sweet honey. God that was good. I heard her gasp and looked in the mirror at her astonished face.

"You just... your fingers. They were in there," she pointed to the obvious, "and you put them in your mouth."

"I wanted to taste you. I like the taste of pussy."

"Really?"

Nodding, I finished sucking her taste from my fingers and pulled them from my mouth. "Really."

She wrinkled her nose. "When Scott would kiss me after he'd eaten me I thought it was gross. Made him wipe his mouth off after that."

Smiling a little, I shrugged. "It's not your thing. It's fine."

Sarah stared into my eyes in the mirror. "I had an orgasm."

"Yes you did. Seemed to be a good one too."

"But I had an orgasm because a girl did it to me."

I nodded. "Yes. But I thought I was just helping you find your clit."

She continued to stare at me in the mirror. Her hands falling to my thighs, she began to gently rub, to caress them. "Pretty sure it was more than that for you."

Trying hard to be casual, I shrugged. "It's all good."

Sarah got that pursed lip look going again. I wished she wouldn't do that as it seriously made me want to kiss her. Before I could blink she jumped from the bed, turned around and sat back down but facing me, straddling me. "It's not fair that I get it and you don't."

"Sarah, you don't have to do this."

She reached behind her and popped the snap of her bra. With a shrug it was gone, dangling from her fingers before dropping out of site. My eyes were immediately glued to her breasts. Those small yet, perky and firm, perfect mounds of flesh. Her nipples were small, but hard little buds just waiting for a mouth. 

Nodding to me she said, "Yours."

Slower than she had, I reached around and unfastened my bra. Pulling it off, I dropped it to the side. My breasts felt heavy, dangling in front of me. My nipples were larger and currently rock hard. 

"Can I touch?" she asked a little breathlessly.

I could only nod, not trusting my voice.

Her hands cupped my breasts and gently lifted a little as if testing the weight. "So soft," she whispered. She touched, exploring, caressing my breasts, and damn but it felt good. When she finally touched a nipple, I thought I might explode on the spot. 

Looking into my eyes, she said, "Kiss me." Since she was sitting on me, she was slightly higher than me. I reached up and cupped her face in my hands and pulled her gently to me. The first touch of our lips, tentative, soft. But I wanted more, and leaning in, I took more. 

It was a kiss of exploration and gentleness. I kept it soft for a bit before reaching for her tongue with mine, I wanted her taste. She met my tongue, hesitant at first, and then bolder, more confident. It was the sweetest of kisses, the one I'd never forget. 

Sarah gave a slight push with her body and we fell back onto my bed. She made sure to drop her elbow down so her full weight didn't land on me. Not that I would have minded. Our breasts now touching, sending massive tingles and heat through me. Her legs were still straddling me and I could feel the heat from her pussy against my hip and I had to curl my fingers into a fist to keep from sinking them inside her again. 

Lifting up, she broke our kiss and smiled down at me, her green eyes twinkling. "I like our boobs touching."

I couldn't hold back the chuckle. She was so damn cute. I slid my hands up the silky skin of her back, pressing her a little closer. Shifting one leg a bit, I pressed my thigh against her still very wet pussy. Sarah gave a soft gasp and pressed harder against me. 

"Nooo, don't do that! I'm supposed to do you this time."

Shaking my head I said, "My pleasure comes from making you feel good."

Tilting her head to the side but not breaking the contact between my leg and her pussy, she asked, "Why? What do you mean?"

It wasn't easy to shrug in our current position, but I did it. "I'm the kind of person that when I know I'm making you feel good, then that gives me the most pleasure. Hell I can cum from just thinking about eating you." Whoops, I did not mean to let that slip out. If that didn't just tell her how long I'd been dreaming of her, then she must have some blond hidden in that hair of hers.

Sarah narrowed her eyes at me. "So that's something you've thought about doing for how long now?"

I shot her a quick grin and then pulled her down for another kiss. This one I put more into, let her feel what I felt for her. My lips moved over hers, softly, gently, our tongues sliding together. Letting my hands roam, they found her rounded ass and gave a soft squeeze. Pressing her against my leg, I felt her wetness spreading over my thigh. Closing my eyes, I simply held her, enjoyed our kiss, her body against mine the way I'd wanted. 

I managed to roll us over so I had her underneath me. Kissing my way down her neck, I nibbled a trail to those breasts I'd wanted in my mouth. Licking circles around that small hard nipple, I finally brought in my mouth and gave it a tug. Sweet and perfect, just like the low moan and full body shiver that went through Sarah. 

Working my way between her breasts, I gave each nipple full attention. Rolling them between my lips, giving tiny little nips with my teeth, Sarah was quickly moaning and writhing, her hands in my hair holding me against her. Her body slid against mine, a light sheen of sweat making us slick all over. 

Slowly moving down her body, I blazed a trail over her ribs, across her stomach, enjoying the quick clench and jerk of her legs. She was so responsive to my touch that I didn't understand how Scott hadn't been able to do this for her. But I didn't care, she was mine for now, and if this one night was all I'd ever have, then I was taking as much as she let me have. 

Reaching the soft plump area of her pubic bone, I tucked my hands under her thighs and pulled her legs up, opening her wide. Breathing in her woman's musky scent, I started raining little kisses all over. Keeping clear of her clit, I kissed her mons, her outer lips, down her thighs and back. Sarah was moaning, unable to lay still, her breath coming in short pants. 

"Damn you, do it and quit teasing!" She demanded. 

Chuckling, I looked up at her face. Green eyes were flashing at me, her face flushed and oh so beautiful. Giving her a wild, impish grin, I leaned in and took one long swipe with my tongue, from bottom to top. Sarah's hips bucked hard off the bed and I had to shift my arms to hold her down. 

God she tasted good. The hint of tang in the musky sweet juice making my mouth water for more. Her shave job left her bare but with little stubbly bits and for some reason, I loved that feeling on my tongue. I waited a second for her to settle and then latched my mouth over her entire pussy and sucked. 

Again, her hips shot off the bed, but I was ready this time. I kept my mouth firmly attached, held her down and started rubbing my tongue over her while I gently sucked her. Juices flooded my mouth and I had to swallow quickly. My own body reacted and I soon had my own wetness spreading over my thighs. Just knowing what I was doing to Sarah, feeling her body respond, hearing her gasps and moans, I was out of my mind with pleasure. Surely, this had to be heaven. If I never again touched Sarah, I felt I could die happy, my dreams fulfilled. 

Working my mouth around, I gently began to suck on her clit. Looking up, I could see that Sarah had pressed her hands to her mouth to muffle her cries. Reaching up with one hand, I cupped her breast and rubbed her nipple with my thumb. That was all it took, she was gone, another orgasm ripping through her. 

I drank up her juices until she shoved my head away. Giving a final kiss to her throbbing and now quite red pussy, I slid my body up over hers, dragging my face over her to clean myself off as I was covered in her. She lay limply in my arms, seeming to just try to catch her breath. Holding her close against me, I ran my hands over her back in long, slow, strokes. 

After a bit she looked up at me and I was surprised to see tears. "You are evil," she whispered.

Stunned, I stared in horror at her. Had I hurt her somehow? "What?"

"You've known how to do that for how long, and you're just now doing it to me?" She smiled, letting me know her tears were happy ones.

Flooded with relief, I gave a shaky laugh and lay back on the bed. "Well, you do have a boyfriend you know."

Sarah kissed my shoulder and I felt the tingle all the way to my toes. "Not after tonight. He's gone, the worthless piece of crap." She continued her kisses, heading down my chest. 

I took a deep breath, knowing where she was headed and having this strange, weird feeling of dread and excited expectation at the same time. "Don't dump him cuz he doesn't know how to give you an orgasm. It's not like they give lessons in that you know."  

"You just gave me two." Her hot mouth closed over my nipple. Fantastic desire shot straight to my steaming pussy. She sucked, licked, and rolled her tongue over me as if she'd been doing it for years. I fisted one hand in the blanket on my bed, fighting to keep control. 

Swallowing hard to find my voice I said, "Sarah. Sweetheart. You don't have to do this. I'm okay, really."

Her answer was a very gentle bite to my nipple. I couldn't hold back the moan, the arching of my back. She looked up at me. "I don't think I'm ready to eat you yet, maybe never, I don't know. But touch you, oh yes that I can do." Her hand slid down over my stomach and I sucked it in hard. The heat and excitement of her touch driving me nearly insane. 

"Since you've done this sort of thing before, tell me what you like." She demanded before leaning in for a deep kiss. Her fingers stopped just at the top of my full bush and for the first time in my life I wished I shaved. Maybe she had something to teach me after all, I thought as our tongues played together in each other's mouth. 

When she finally released my lips so I could speak, all I could say was, "Fill me."

Tilting her head to the side, she studied me a bit. Then her fingers slide into crinkly hair between my legs. When she felt how very wet I was her eyes widened. "You do like to do the eating." 

Since she was touching me, my Sarah, my deepest crush's fingers were sliding in my sopping wet pussy, I couldn't speak so I only nodded weakly, my legs falling wide open. She explored, touching, feeling all around, finding my very obvious clit but not lingering there when I gave a jerk of my hips and a moan. 

"Fill you huh. I think I can do that." She worked her fingers into the generous wetness there before very carefully and slowly started to insert a single one into me. My hips twitched, trying to pull her in deeper. Her mouth returned to my nipple and she sucked it in hard just as she slid in a second finger. The duel attack was amazing, wonderful, but still I wanted more. 

"More," I whispered almost frantically. 

She worked the two fingers in deeper, and I knew she was being cautious, trying to figure out how things worked. It took everything I had in me, but I knew I had to let her do this on her own. I couldn't push, no matter what my body craved. 

Sarah leaned down, taking a look at the situation. Pulling her fingers almost free, she worked in a third finger and pushed in. My hips lifted from the bed this time. There was nothing I liked more than being full, filled up tight with a girl's fingers. She pushed in as deep as she could go, and then started to finger fuck me as I had done to her.

It was slower than I wanted, but I wasn't about to complain. Opening my eyes I looked down at her as she was watching her fingers moving in and out of my body. She met my gaze and then holding it, suddenly pushed in her fourth finger. A few more firm thrusts and I was screaming, my orgasm ripping through my body. 

To give Sarah credit, she hung in there. She kept those wonderful fingers in deep and tight while my pussy clamped down and did its best to shove them back out. My body bucked hard, I shook and gasped. I couldn't remember ever having an orgasm that hard before. It was beautiful, wonderful, and it was all because of my Sarah. 

When I settled a bit, she carefully pulled free. This time she was the one that pulled me close, holding me against her. My body continued to quiver for a bit and I held on tight to her. With our legs tangled together, arms wrapped around each other, we drifted, relaxed and warm and comfortable. 

I had no idea what would happen next. At that exact moment, I was too happy, too content to care. I knew that would change and soon. This was our last summer together before we each started our adult lives. There was no way Sarah could openly be with me because of her religious family and upbringing. Our friendship meant the world to me and I didn't want to lose that. 

Only Sarah would know if a relationship with a woman was right for her. She had to make her own decisions about things. But I vowed to be here for her if she wanted me, needed me. She was my Sarah, my crush, and while the words of love were on the tip of my tongue, I knew now was not the time. 

The future was close and very far away at the same time. Whether or not it was our future was not to be determined right now. For now, this was enough. 

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Once again thanks to the most awesome editor ever! Eviant, still finding all my missing commas!



Sarah's Education Continues



Sarah smiled with anticipation thinking about the night ahead with Professor Greg. He had taken her completely the last time they were together but now that she was aware of his game she knew she would win this round for sure. After their "encounter" she had found a note from Professor Greg in her student mailbox asking her to dinner at his house at seven that evening. Anxious to see what the evening had in store but full of trepidation, Sarah found herself knocking at the door of Greg's house at seven sharp. When Greg answered the door, Sarah was forced to quickly shake off the mental cobwebs and smile her hello. 

She swallowed nervously as she stepped through the entryway, as again the thought occurred to her that maybe this wasn't the best idea. I mean, sure, people have casual sexual encounters everyday but not with their Professors. And surely most people weren't into that kinky S&M stuff. Sarah wasn't comfortable with admitting whether she fell into that group or not. Or willing to acknowledge it even if she was. 

She felt Greg's presence behind her and turned towards him. Greg's hands were quicker than she was and pinned her tightly against the wall. 

"Welcome to my home Sarah," Greg said as he covered her mouth with his. His lips warm and insistent against hers. "I've been waiting for you." His tongue stroked her lips open, filling her mouth with his sweet taste. His hands stroked over her arms, down over her hips and back up her stomach with his palms reaching for her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. 

Sarah shivered at his touch, her breasts instantly hardening under his palms. Her mouth responded to his kiss with hesitancy, unsure of what to expect. But she liked the insistent stroking of Greg's tongue against her lips and his masculine smell. 

With a muffled groan, Greg pulled his mouth away from hers and took her hand, leading her through the living room, and down a long hallway into his bedroom. A large, masculine room full of heavy mahogany furniture. No light emanated from the blinds and the bed looked imposing set atop a foot high platform. 

She noticed the headboard and footboard with straps that looked like belts attached to them. And again the nervous thoughts entered her head. What did he have planned? Dinner was obviously a ruse to get her to his "lair", as she had begun to think of it. 

How was she supposed to win this round if Greg had her tied up? This was definitely not going as planned and she made a feeble attempt to leave the room. But parts of her didn't want to leave this dark den. Parts of her wanted to be taken the way Greg would surely take her. She had tasted his forbidden love and it had only whet her appetite. It was too late anyway, Greg had seen her hesitation and quickly closed the door, shutting off the only exit. 

He again took her hand and led her to the edge of the bed, pushing her down a little too roughly onto its surface. Greg whispered gruffly, "You're not leaving Sarah, not when I finally have you where I've been dreaming of you for months now." 

His words shocked and thrilled her. Greg had been dreaming of her for months? This was news to her. She had been lusting after him since the first time she met him, but she had never dreamed that it had been mutual from the beginning. Hearing the raw need in his voice soothed the fear in Sarah and brought with it a small sense of victory. 

His hands quickly disposed of that victory as he stripped her of her shirt and bra. Leaving her naked flesh exposed to his gaze and his hands. He stood back to look at her. Filling his mind with the smooth buttery skin, the lush curve of her breasts, and the round supple curves he would later fill his hands with. 

Sarah tried in vain to cover herself from his piercing gaze, but he would have none of it. Pushing her hands away, he finished stripping her clothes off and stood back to examine all of her. Leaving her painfully aware of her nakedness and the throbbing between her legs. 

He took his time looking at her, drawing his gaze from her eyes, down to the creamy skin at the base of her throat, past the slender shoulders to the full breasts. The nipples puckered and taut to his gaze. Her naked flesh quivered as he kept up his onslaught. His eyes moved now to her stomach and hips, drawing a finger across her belly button and lingering there. Then following the slight line that led to her swollen mound, stopping short of touching her. 

Sarah moaned her displeasure and thrust her hips upwards in an effort to have Greg's hands on her, but it was no use. Greg moved his hands away and walked to the head of the bed.

Sarah followed Greg's movements with her eyes. Watching as he took the straps off of the headboard and proceeded to walk back over towards her. He was all business now and very efficient as he took her right hand first and wrapped the strap around it. Weaving an intricate knot that she knew she would never be able to get undone on her own. 

A frisson of fear began to tickle it's way down her spine, unsure now that she trusted this man to tie her up. When he reached for her left hand, she pulled away and tried to fight his intentions. But Greg was ultimately stronger than her and succeeded in securing her other hand. He didn't tie it as tightly as the first one but still she felt helpless sitting on the edge of the bed, naked with her hands tied together in front of her. 

Greg didn't make her wait long, pulling her into a standing position while maneuvering himself onto the bed. He turned her around until her back was facing him. His hands moved over the rounded curves and squeezed the soft flesh of her hips. Pulling on her hips until she was tucked securely between his legs, her backside touching his chest, the arch of her back near his mouth. 

His hands moved slowly over her hips to her stomach, spreading his fingers out and spanning the smooth skin. Using his leverage to tip her off balance, she fell ever so slightly against his chest, her bottom making contact with his chest hairs. The hairs tickled and were stiff against her soft cheeks. Since pulling herself up wasn't an option as she had to nothing to grab, she gave in as she felt his hot breath sweep over the sensitive muscles of her back. 

His used his lips to plant feather light kisses at the base of her spine, while his hands moved slowly up her ribcage and closer to her breasts. His fingertips found her nipples and pinched, pulling on them by the tips of her nipples so that her nipples were the only things supporting the heavy flesh. Sarah gasped at the sensation rippling through her breasts and pulsating between her thighs. 

"I promised you dinner Sarah," Greg said, "and I always make good on my promises." With that statement, Greg's hands fell away from her breasts and left her. Leaving her grappling for her balance and unsure of Greg's next move. 

His hands fell onto her shoulders and steadied her, guiding her to a sitting position on the bed. He then used the opportunity to slip something around her neck. A soft slinky material that felt cool. He tugged the fabric up onto her face and then she understood what he was doing. Blindfolding her. Now he had her tied and blinded to his game. 

Was she really tied up, naked and blindfolded on her college Professor's bed? This had to be a dream. The food he put to her lips tasted wooden and stuck in her throat. He put something wet and sweet over her lips, tracing the outline, leaving them slightly sticky and wanting more. 

Her focus shifted to the sensations pooling in her stomach. The gentle gliding over her lips caused her to involuntarily suck in her breath, a sure sign she was losing this battle. Her breasts tightened and puckered up into hard nubs, begging to be touched, sucked, pinched, it no longer mattered in her mind. She just wanted Greg's attention there now. 

But Greg was busy elsewhere. His hands caressed the curve of her neck gently. His fingertips put mild pressure on the arch of neck, stroking the delicate skin exposed there. She relaxed into his caresses, enjoying this side of his lovemaking. 

His hands weren't performing the teasing slaps she had encountered before. They were gentle, almost tender. Sarah relaxed further, sure she now knew Greg's intentions. This would be their "official" first time. A slow gentle lovemaking as she had expected the first time but hadn't gotten. 

Greg pushed her farther down onto the bed, laying her back against the soft covers. She felt the soft silky material slide against her neck before it registered what was happening. It glided over her throat starting on one side and ending at the other. The light buttery texture was all that registered in her mind until Greg's hand gripped the nape of her neck and pulled her head forward. Slipping the strip of silk under her neck, he pulled on both ends until they were even on either side of her.

Suddenly, Sarah felt unsure of what was happening. The sensations coursing through her belly were both frightening and sickeningly exciting. She was afraid of what was happening, yet unable to stop it. And her arousal at the thought of the unknown acts Greg would perform on her and to her was surprising in it's intensity. 

The sensations only increased because she was blind to his next move. All she could do was FEEL! Feel the material tighten slightly around her neck, feel the constriction as he worked the material into some kind of knot. It wasn't so tight that she couldn't breathe, but it was a vulnerable position to say the least. He had her hands tied, her eyes covered and had now fashioned a silky collar of sorts. Sarah felt the heat of embarrassment flood her body and squirmed under Greg's hands. 

He tugged on the "collar" and leaned down to whisper next to her ear, "How are you enjoying dinner so far Sarah? You shouldn't be embarrassed because you look beautiful tied up on my bed. Your silver dollar nipples are standing up, waiting to be sucked or pinched. Or both." Greg chuckled as his finger drew a line over her left nipple, the skin puckering to his touch. 

"You know you're mine to do with however I please now Sarah. You know that right?" Greg continued, "The first time was just a taste of what's to come. I haven't even begun to satisfy my hunger for you." 

Sarah whimpered as his hotly whispered words fell on her ears. Her skin felt feverish and not being able to see only heightened the thrill. It simultaneously shamed and aroused her. 

Her back arched as his fingertips found her right nipple and pulled, lifting her breast up. Sarah's body bucked slightly and pushed up, her hips thrusting in the air in a vain attempt to satisfy the urgent hunger growing there. 

She heard Greg's sharp intake of breath and knew he was as affected as she was. His need was evident in his husky voice. "Sarah, What kind of hold do you have over me?" 

Sarah was unable to answer because Greg covered her mouth with his. Shutting off any reply she may have had, although she could no longer remember if it even mattered. His silky tongue invaded her mouth and took what he needed. Plundering her mouth and making her think of the other things he could do with his tongue. His lips sucked and pulled at hers, his tongue mimicking the jerking of his cock. 

All too soon, he dragged his mouth off of hers, leaving her lips swollen and empty. He sucked air into his lungs in an attempt to gain control of the wild emotions she evoked in him. Having her blindfolded was a plus in this case because she couldn't see how this was affecting him. One part of him wanted to make tender love to her and other part wanted to savagely take her. To take her as he knew no other had. To mark her as his own. 

Somehow he had to hold onto the slim thread of control he had. With that in mind, he dragged his eyes off of her swollen lips and those puckered nipples that were so big he almost couldn't get his mouth around them. Almost. And moved away from the heat of Sarah's body. 

Sarah heard and felt Greg leave the bed and had to hold back a moan of disappointment. She needn't have worried though as she felt something cold brush against her nipples. Circling the nubs, the cold steel and rubber would barely graze first one nipple then the other. Greg was standing off to one side of her, his skin far from her touch, but working something over her nipples. 

Sarah gasped as Greg worked the nipple clamps into place. The clamps were squeezing and putting pressure on both of her breasts and it only increased as Greg pulled the chain connecting them. Lifting her breasts up until the nipples were stretched to their limit. 

Sarah no longer knew who she was. This was not the girl who had set out to seduce her Professor. This was some wanton sex starved woman willing to pay any price to have this man. Willing to offer herself to him, to be used as he saw fit. It no longer mattered what perceptions she had had about lovemaking. This is what she had come for. 

Sarah could barely contain all the feelings exploding inside. Her hips bucked and she felt Greg's hands on her hips, guiding her clumsy thrusts. He slowed her with the motion of his hands. A slow sensual rhythm that he directed, watching her pubic mound jut into the air under his direction. The wispy tendrils of hair were slick with her desire and glistened on the inside of her thighs. 

He let one finger draw a line from her hips to her stomach, tracing the smooth flesh. Dipping down even farther, Greg skimmed the top of her mound, never touching it, just tugging gently on the pubic hair. Pulling on it first at the top, then moving to the even softer patch that framed her lower lips. Avoiding her thrusts, he kept his hand above her mound. Never giving in to the desire he had to cup it's fullness, to grip the pouting red lips and squeeze. Greg watched her and tugged on her pubic hair, over and over, watching her mound jut up.

Sarah moaned her disapproval and her legs grew more restless as they were the only things left unrestrained. The wild thrusting of her hips combined with her legs opening and closing prompted Greg's quick action. He slid one hairy muscled thigh over her smooth leg and held her down. Effectively ending her last ounce of resistance and bringing the game into an even darker corner. 

Her last shred of control snapped. Her hips arched up into his teasing hand, lightly bumping her clit against his palm. The rough surface just barely grazed her, but her already swollen sex greedily accepted the bump. Her lips clamped down and opened again slightly, pussy juice leaking out. Wetting her already slick lips even more. 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Sarah," Greg said, "You know better than that. I believe I was in the middle of something and you interrupted me." 

Greg moved her hands above her head and a loud snap was heard as he locked something onto the straps around her wrists. It was cold and hard against her wrists. She tried to pull her hands away only to realize she could no longer move her hands downward. 

"Greg" Sarah croaked, the fear choking her voice off. The name came out more like a sigh. "Please release my hands. This isn't funny anymore. Greg, please." The last was said as she pulled on the straps, desperately trying to pull her hands down. 

"Shhh, Sarah. I warned you that you were mine. Now I'm going to show you." Greg said, his voice thick with desire. 

Seeing her vulnerable and open to him, unable to stop what was going to happen increased his desire. She had a strong spirit but she had to learn who ran the show. He would not break her, but he would bend her to his will. She would not come willingly, but when she finally succumbed to him it would be worth the effort and oh, so, sweet. 

His hand dropped back to her mound, hovering over it. The heat of his hand radiated downward, upping the sensitivity level to a fever pitch. With both legs now pinned by Greg's leg, Sarah was unable to find the relief she sought. But that didn't stop her from trying.

Greg's hand pulled on her hair, forcing her to thrust her hips upward so it wouldn't hurt. But Greg's thigh held her trapped, the result being a sharp contrast between pain and pleasure. The gentle tugging at her pubic hairs only served to engorge her sex further. 

He was slow in his torture of her, waiting until the wetness was seeping between her thighs before he stopped. Sarah dropped her hips in defeat. Giving in to the fact that this was Greg's game and he had won. Knowing she would do anything to satisfy the growing hunger. And knowing Greg knew it too. 

How could she feel this way? How could she feel this level of danger and yet feel so safe? The tie was pulling on her neck, not quite cutting off her air supply but squeezing tight each time Greg tugged. But two things happened every time he tugged, her back arched and her pussy tightened. Showing off her tits to Greg and promising his cock a tight squeeze as well. 

The anticipation and fear were getting to her. As Greg pulled the tie back once again, this time farther than ever before, her thoughts were fearful until she felt his bulging cockhead at her lips. The silky head swept past her lips and caressed her cheek. Only to return to her lips again, leaving a slight dampness there. Sarah let her tongue flick out ever so slightly, tasting the pre cum gathered on the tip of his penis. 

Her tongue traced the bulbous head, it's smooth roundness expanding against her lips. She strained to pull more of him into her but he held her back with the tie around her neck. Holding the length of his cock just slightly out of reach. Letting only the thick straining head caress her lips, ever out of reach of her hungry mouth. 

Sarah was delirious with desire, her tongue was no longer her own. It slipped between her lips over and over in a vain attempt to taste more of this man. Every time her lips got close, he would pull away. Never satisfying the hunger she had to taste him. 

"No, Sarah, don't use your tongue." Greg directed, his hands in her hair, as he made her trace the outline of his head with her lips. He rubbed his thick length from the bottom of her mouth to the top. Letting her feel how long and engorged he was. 

"Now you can open those pretty lips of yours Sarah, I need to see them wrapped around my cock." Greg said as he pulled the tie around her neck, forcing her head back and pushing his cockhead into her mouth.

The thick head was hard and covered in angry veins as he slid into her waiting mouth. Sarah moaned as his heat filled her mouth. Greg's thrusts were deceptively soft at first. Letting her adjust to his size and thickness with slow, long thrusts into the back of her throat. 

His patience soon came to an end. His hands grew rougher as one gripped her hair and the other was wrapped tightly around the tie. He used his leverage to guide her head as he saw fit. Using her mouth to the rhythm he set. He pulled on the tie to allow better access to her throat, then pulled on her hair to force more of his cock into her mouth. 

His hand left her hair and pulled the blindfold from around her eyes. "I need to see you Sarah, as you suck my cock. I need to look into your beautiful eyes as my cock disappears into those pretty lips." Greg rasped. The reality of having Sarah in his bed and wrapped around him was almost too much to take. He filled her mouth with his strokes, enticing her with the deep thrusts he would later fill her pussy with. 

Sarah felt the power of his thrusts into her mouth, increasing her need for him even more. She relished tasting him, relished the hard heat of his cock riding into her mouth. She greedily sucked him into her wet mouth, taking all he could give. 

Greg moaned as he struggled to maintain the slim thread of control he still had over Sarah. While her mouth felt good, better than even he had imagined, he had to stop. Especially because he still had plans for her. He gentled his thrusts and pulled out until she was again straining to reach his cockhead. 




Sarah's Education Continues



He pushed her flat onto the bed, then turned her over until her stomach came into contact with the cool sheets. He positioned a pillow under her hips, propping her up in an obscenely vulnerable position with her ass in the air and her hands tied above her.

"I feel the need to punish you in the most dastardly of ways Sarah. I want to show you what happens to women who tease me. I won't be satisfied with having you just like any other woman. Oh, no, Sarah, I think not. This is one lesson I never want you to forget." Greg said. 

Greg leaned down and pulled a long, smooth handled leather whip from a bedside table. Sarah's eyes widened at the site. It was fashioned of a hard wooden handle with multiple strips of soft leather trailing from its handle. 

Sarah was unfamiliar with the tools of the S & M trade and was unsure of the rules to this game. All she knew was that never before had a man looked at her like this and never before had a man laid hands on her in this way. And never in her wildest dreams could she imagine that she would look at that whip and wonder what it would feel like on her skin. 

She wanted this man to brand her. The pain was inconsequential. It was the control he exerted over her, the power he had to bring about this reaction. To bring her to a point where she could abandon all her inhibitions, it was almost unbearable in it's intensity. 

She felt the soft tendrils trail against her back, tickling her ribcage and burning a line into her skin. They lifted off of her and came down again over her hips, the soft leather expanding out to fan over her flesh. Goose bumps spread over her skin as the soft leather tickled the base of her spine. 

He again lifted the whip and it hovered over her bottom, the end of the leather thongs whispering against her waiting skin. Sarah braced herself for the inevitable slap against her backside, welcomed it even. But she was unprepared to feel Greg's hands on the backs of her thighs, gently pulling them apart. His fingers caressed her tender inner thighs, easing her open and exposing her to his eyes. 

His weight shifted back onto the bed as he presumably positioned himself for a better view. She felt the heat of his eyes as they traveled over her rounded ass cheeks and followed the dark curly hair to her swollen lips. Her lips reacted to his gaze as well, swelling and clamping shut urgently. 

The first thwack of the whip was surreal. She didn't feel any pain. Just the shock of warm leather slapping against her bottom. Her body reacted instantly to the shock, her bottom jutting up in the air and her pussy squeezing tightly. The second smack was positioned across the bottom of her cheeks, slapping her thighs with the spreading leather. 

Sarah was still reeling from the first and second hits with the whip when it came down again. It slapped hard against her open pussy lips with a whoosh. And again he struck, this time over her bottom, ignoring the quivering, soaking wet pussy. Greg dragged the leather thongs up her back, trailing it over her neck, and lightly smacking them against her face. And again he smacked her bottom. The force increasing with every whoosh against her skin. 

Her ass was growing pinker by the second. The cheeks rosy in the dim light. And yet Sarah didn't feel the pain, just a sharp arousal because Greg was whipping her. And not just playful teasing smacks as he had done in the classroom, but excruciatingly calculated hits designed to arouse. Designed to hurt and yet she wanted more. Wanted to continue to feel as though her skin was going to burst open, as though her pussy would explode without him even touching her. 

Sarah had never felt branded by a man until then. She gave in the multiple sensations testing her nerves as she realized she was his. That there would never be another man who could take her as he was. She felt the whip come down, this time making contact with her engorged lips. Her exposed ass and spread legs an open invitation to smack the lips until they dripped. Greg used the whip to his advantage, the leather thongs tickling her lips with every flick. 

Turning the whip until he had the leather thongs gathered in his hand, Greg rubbed the wooden handle lightly against her asshole. He dipped the handle into the juices smearing her thighs and lips and teased the tight hole with the hard tip. Then he dragged it against her slit, rolling it from side to side, so as to touch both pussy lips with the hard wood. 

Sarah gasped, the air barely squeaking through her lips. She couldn't remember ever feeling this aroused. The slightest touch of the whip against her puffy lips was enough to force her back to arch as her hips sought to get closer to the source of pleasure. 

Greg's movements stopped as he leaned down towards Sarah's ear, "I think you like this, hmmm Sarah? Do you like thinking about me striking you with the whip? Do you like wondering what I'm going to do next? Is he going to smack my ass or my pussy? Or is he going to shove that hard wooden handle deep into my pussy?"

Sarah's body visibly stiffened at Greg's words. Her back arched back hard as Greg pulled on the tie around her neck and pushed the handle into her pussy at the same time. A strangled moan tore from her lips as the long neglected flesh wrapped around the one thing seeking to soothe the fire burning there. 

He held the handle there for a moment. Not moving but pushing it deep into her. The tie around her neck insured that she had no choice but to allow the intrusion, so she didn't struggle. She didn't resent that she couldn't struggle but she resented the fact that she couldn't have the satisfaction she craved. She knew Greg held her by two key points, her neck and by the thick handle, so no movement was possible. 

Greg's hold on the tie loosened slightly as his concentration moved to her ass in the air and the leather thongs spilling from between her thighs. He watched as Sarah's pussy squeezed and pushed at the handle. 

Knowing she wanted him to stroke her deeply, Greg toyed with the leather, pulling on it until the handle was just barely inside of her. Then he pulled on the tie again, forcing her to again offer up a view of her ass, and shoved the handle deep into her. He rolled it around her pussy walls until there was no place left untouched by the hard wood, until the handle was dripping from her juice. 

Sarah's engorged pussy squeezed down hard on the handle, thick liquid being displaced by the deep stroking. Her body began to shudder around the handle, her pussy sucking and pulling the now slick wood. 

The orgasm slammed into her with such force that her entire body bucked and curled around Greg's hand. Each wave shocked her with its intensity. It forced her to curl all over again onto the handle, pushing against that secret spot already ultra sensitive. 

She felt the second one come on almost instantly, every buck of her body seemed to bring even more sensation to her pussy. The wood pushing against her womb and the desperate way her pussy was sucking at the wood and making a slurping sound only served to inflame her further. She would have screamed out but the tie around her neck prevented her from using air in so negligent a manner. So she bit her lip as her body shook with convulsions and released a bath of hot liquid onto the whip's handle. 

Greg released his hold on the tie and rolled Sarah's now limp body over. He reached up and unclipped her hands from the bedpost, allowing her to move them downward, but still tied together. He moved the pillow from underneath her and lay her gently back down onto the bed. 

He watched Sarah's flushed body as he gripped the thongs and tugged the whip out inch by inch. He was amazed at the amount of cum on the handle, the creamy fluid coated the entire surface. He took a moment to rub the handle over her lips, careful to avoid touching her clit. But making sure Sarah knew he was avoiding her ultra sensitive throbbing clit.

The desire to make her his was too much and Greg stopped resisting. He lay down next to Sarah and pulled her still warm and limp frame onto his. Her nipples were pinched tightly and hooked together by the chain connecting them. The cold chain brushed against his chest as he dragged Sarah up the length of his body. 

He used his leverage to position Sarah on top of him until his cock was nestled between her thighs and her entire weight was centered on his cock. His hand found the chain and pulled up on it. Teasing the sensitive nipples into even harder nubs. His hands slipped up her ribcage and cupped the full breasts, releasing the clamps pinching her tender nipples in the process, and laying them on the bed. 

His hands were warm and insistent on her breasts, testing the weight of them and caressing the nipples. His hips pushed up hard against her pelvis, his hard cock throbbing against her lips. Sarah used her bound hands to push on his chest adjusting her position to feel more of Greg's body between her legs. 

His hands were creating hypnotic patterns on her skin and lulled Sarah into a false sense of reality. Greg's body was long and lean, and pushed tightly against hers. Her breasts were growing larger under his warm touch. She ground her hips into Greg's, wanting to feel his length inside of her. 

She felt Greg's hands move to her hips as he guided her movements on him. She followed the circular motions he set while pushing her pubic bone against his dark curly hair at the base of his cock. Anything to get the attention her clit was growing desperate for. 

Sarah moaned at the hot friction created by the heat of their bodies. Her hips rotated forward again, grinding into Greg and causing her clit to throb even more. She wanted him inside of her now, this instant. Knowing she had a small advantage and unable to stop the frenzied need coursing through her, she moved until she felt Greg's cockhead at the entrance of her pussy. 

She felt rather than heard Greg's muttered reaction to her boldness. The movement of his lips the only thing that registered in Sarah's mind as she felt the heat of Greg's cock pulsating at her lips. He was larger than she remembered and her mouth went dry at the thought of taking him in this manner. She knew that once he entered her, there would be no gentle ride, no gentle lovemaking. It would be full of raw lust and desire, with Greg's hardness slamming into her womb with savagery. 

What amazed Sarah even more was that she wanted it that way. She wanted to feel her pussy walls expand around him, wanted to feel his brutal thrusts claiming her pussy as his. He was treating her as if she was his whore, his to do with however he liked. Something about that appealed to her dark side and filled her mind with erotic thoughts. 

Sarah felt Greg's hand again at her throat, untying the silky tie around her neck. She almost felt saddened by its loss until she felt him laying it across her neck. Her hands were still confined so she watched helplessly as he lay the ends over her shoulders until they fell onto the tops of her ass cheeks. Unsure of what his next use of the tie was.

Greg grabbed the ends of the tie, instantly pulling Sarah into an arched position, and pushed an inch of his cock into her pussy. Greg watched as understanding dawned in Sarah's eyes as to the use of the tie now. He pulled her even tighter onto him, pushing another inch into her. 

The ties were useful in controlling Sarah's movements and helped Greg to maintain control over her. Not that she could go far with her hands tied in front of her, but Greg wanted her to know he could give her what she needed, but only on his terms. 

Her body strained over him, her breasts riding high on her chest and her creamy throat exposed around the tie. Her pussy lips pulled at his head, her hips urgently moving, the rest of her desperate to feel his cock impale her. She used all the leverage she could get and pushed her hips down managing to gain yet another inch of him. It wasn't enough and Sarah moaned in frustration. 

Knowing Sarah was near the breaking point, Greg teased her and pulled his cock out until only the head was inside of her. Grinding his hips up in an effort to show her his straining need Greg plunged his cock farther into her pussy but still not all the way. Raw heat emanated from his cock deep into her core and warmed her from the inside out. 

And still he held out, not pushing or responding to Sarah's urgent movements. He let his cock throb and pulsate inside of her warm pussy, feeling the walls collapse around him. Feeling her pussy reaching for more and her body quivering in desire. 

He pushed his hips up again, this time impaling Sarah with his cock, the full length and weight of him embedded in her. He pulled on the tie and forced even more of his cock inside of her. Using the tie to guide her hips, he pulled back and forced her down, then let up and forced her to ride up the length of him. Ensuring her wet clit would rub against his coarse pubic hair in the process. Sarah had never been taken like this before. The raw need to feel Greg at her core was overwhelming and the sensations racking her body were unlike any she had ever experienced. The scene taking place in front of her eyes didn't seem real. Looking down at their joined bodies, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. The silky tie wrapped around her neck, her nipples hardened into nubs, and wetness seeping from her pussy and onto Greg. If it wasn't for the pulsing convulsions taking place inside of her, Sarah could almost believe this was happening to someone else. 

As if to bring her back into focus, Greg pulled her down until his cock was fully engulfed in her. Pushing against her womb and stretching her walls to the limit.

"Yes, oh God, Greg, yes!" Sarah cried, rolling her hips around and using her bound hands to hold her steady. Nothing had ever felt this good, this complete. 

Greg grabbed her hips and the ties in his hands and set a slow rocking rhythm. First pulling her down and rocking deep into her core, then releasing his hold on the ties but not her hips, he pulled her up, grinding his length into her. 

"Sarah," Greg moaned, "I want you to give me that pussy. I want you to feel me throbbing inside of you. I need you to understand that you're mine. Now and forever. These ties are only temporary but I want the memory of my cock to live in your mind forever." 

His words set off a maelstrom of emotions in Sarah, her body reacting to the gruffly spoken words. Her pussy tightened around him and seemed to pull even more of him inside of her. Her head dropped back as she gripped Greg's body between her thighs and rode down onto him harder. 

"Squeeze that pussy for me again Sarah. I need to feel you milking me. I want to feel your cum gushing over my cock. Squeeze for me, Sarah, squeeze." Greg's voice was garbled, the effort to hold back taking its toll. 

His tone was Sarah's undoing. Her pussy tightened again, the convulsions racking her walls and pushing her over the edge and almost taking him with her. She curled over him, taking his thrusts deep into her. 

"Ohhhhh, Oh my god, Greg! Oh my god" Sarah screamed as she came on Greg. 

Greg's rhythm increased as she came, his cock fucking her deeper and taking more of her pussy. His hunger for her not yet satisfied, he didn't stop until her pussy was swollen around him again. 

"Cum for me again Sarah! Now! I know you have another one in you." Greg's voice was raw, filled with lust and something else, something dark and sinister. 

Hearing the command he had given and knowing his eyes were watching her body, absorbing her every move, the way her hips bucked, the way her body curled over his, Sarah obeyed his command. Every fiber of her being screamed at the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Her body involuntarily tried to push Greg out, tightening around him even more as he intended. 

His cock swelled and pulsated violently, filling the tight space to it's capacity and still he wasn't satisfied. He pulled on the tie around her neck, forcing her to arch her back and offer more of herself to him. He pushed his body deeper into Sarah, grinding his hips harder into hers, in at attempt to feel more of that sweet hot wetness around him. 

"This pussy is mine Sarah. Do you hear me? It's mine. I don't ask to take what's mine Sarah. This is mine and don't forget it." Greg slammed into her as if to prove his point, driving all thoughts from her mind as his body filled hers. Her pussy swelled around him, milking his rigid cock, and forcing the head to swell even more. 

Sarah knew she would never forget Greg's words. Her body would never forget his branding of her. And her eyes would never forget his body under hers, his legs straining to hold his position and the look of wild abandon in Greg's eyes as he spilled his seed deep into her. 

Greg's moans of pleasure drove her mindless thrusts and she rode his body as if her life depended on it. Her pussy filled to capacity with Greg's cum, Sarah screamed as yet another orgasm shook her body. This time her pussy coated Greg over and over again. His thickness swelling in tempo with her convulsions and filling her pussy with their cum. 

Sarah collapsed on top of Greg, her body used up and exhausted from the thorough fucking he had just given her. She was confused at the way she had reacted. She had never imagined the dark pleasures that existed between a man and a woman. She only knew she needed more of Greg. No other man would do. 

Tired to the point of exhaustion Sarah closed her eyes and rested on Greg's body, slipping into a deep sleep almost immediately. 

Greg smiled down at the mass of hair covering his chest, the soft way Sarah's body was covering his and the trusting way she slept. He had just shown her what it meant to belong to a man, but he knew that ultimately he belonged to her.



Sarah's Education



To be continued…..