0 comments/ 20137 views/ 2 favorites The Teacher By: dakotaslt49 He'd seen her before. She would occasionally stop for an iced tea at the same little place he did, but this time it was a little different. She'd taken a booth and had spread out a bunch of papers and was engrossed in writing on them. A little here, a little there, rather curiously. Then it struck him. She's grading papers! She's a teacher! Now it all made sense. He'd never really known a teacher before, but the rhythms that he'd observed her during could be explained by her being a teacher. Now, at least he had something to talk about, and today was the perfect day for it since the place was full and there was nowhere for him to sit at the moment. Except for the unused portion of her booth. Walking directly to her, not taking his eyes off her, then stopping some three feet short of the table, he quickly said, "Ist hier frei?" This had worked before. He would apologize for his absentmindedness and quickly explain that he had spent some time in Germany and it was perfectly normal to share a table with someone unknown to you after first asking permission. Only this time something seemed to have gone wrong. She simply nodded and said, "Ja." For a second he stood staring blankly, wondering why she wasn't looking up when it dawned on him. She'd answered him in German! This was new to him. Always before, the woman would look at him confused and allow him to have the upper hand. Only this time, he was looking confusedly at her and she wasn't paying any attention to him at all. Well, this certainly wasn't going quite the way he'd planned. Actually, he hadn't really PLANNED anything, other than the lead in. That usually was enough to pry a little chink in whoever's armor he'd spotted. This time, however, the chink wasn't so obvious. Or was it? Quickly regaining his balance, he said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I lapsed again, but then, so did you. How long were you in Germany?" Marianne looked up, finally, not a little miffed at losing her train of thought. Displeasure soon departed as she looked the source of the interruption over. Her eyes slowly climbed from tabletop to the top of his head, with growing approval with each inch. She smiled a coy little smile while feeling just a slight twinge in her crotch, a signal she never ignored. She said, "I'm sorry, I heard you say Germany, but I really wasn't listening until then. What did you say about Germany?" And what did he mean by lapsing, she wondered. Larry had felt her penetrating sweep of vision examine him thoroughly in just a few seconds and was thrilled by the fact that she had done it. This one was different. This one thought like he did and he liked that. "I just asked you how long you had spent in Germany." Before she could realize that she wanted to ask how he had known she had been in Germany she said, "I was born there." She quickly added her question. "How did you know I'd even been there?" This guy was starting to look intriguing because he was smart. She liked smart. It always made for a fun time. Not brilliant, not stuffy academic smart, but just above average intelligent. With a sense of humor. She began instantly hoping this guy, whoever he was, had a sense of humor. "Oh, OK, that explains it." "Explains what?" she asked. "Your answering my question in German," he said, with a grin that said something to her, but she wasn't sure just what. "Did I? I wasn't really paying attention. I guess I was too deep into Harry Potter essays. What did I say?" She laughed at this. This was exactly the cue Larry was hoping for and he took full advantage, sitting his tray down carefully so as not to disturb her stacks of papers. "You said yes." This was said with a quick smile and a pause while the words sank in. Larry hoped that Marianne would see a double meaning to them just before he explained the innocent meaning. "I asked if I could sit down and you said yes. Is that still OK, now that you're fully conscious?" He laughed and she smiled, both of them feeling that this, whatever ‘this' might turn out to be, was starting out very nicely. Marianne thought to herself that this warmth she felt warming her inside felt just right. Larry found himself breathing slowly, consciously slowly, feeling air enter his lungs, pause a while, and then slowly, purposefully exit them. For the longest moment they just looked at each other, communicating, but not really knowing what they were communicating, except that they knew they both liked it and they knew the other one liked it as well. "So, what do you teach?" Larry said, breaking the spell before it got too heavy and possibly spoiling things because it started too soon. "Sixth grade. These are essays about a Harry Potter book we just finished reading. Some of them aren't too bad. And then we have some others....." Her voice trailed off, leaving no doubt what she meant. He immediately picked up on her meaning and asked what else she taught. He wanted to know if she taught all the subjects or did her students move around to other teachers? He said that his sixth grade teacher had been a man and they had everything with him, except gym. She started in with an explanation that she had a teammate and they shared the basic subjects and after a minute realized that he had her talking quite readily and was completely attentive to her every word. This made her pause and ask him if he was really interested in all this. He smiled without taking his eyes off of her and said, "I've always wanted to be a teacher so this is fascinating to me." "Well, before you decide you want to be a teacher you should have some idea what you're getting yourself into. You should help me grade some of these papers and that might change your mind." Marianne laughed, thinking this would make him say something about already having a busy schedule and that he wouldn't really know what to do. Instead, he responded, "I'd love to. What do you want me to do?" Now it was Marianne's turn to be off balance. She heard herself telling him she was about out of lunchtime and had to get back but she'd be grading after school in room 214 if he was serious. "I'll be there" was all he said as she gathered her papers and made a getaway, wondering what was going to happen next. What she taught that afternoon Marianne never knew. Her mind was elsewhere. She could not get the stranger from lunch out of her head and she didn't even know his name! He wasn't strikingly handsome or strikingly anything, but he did have a nice smile and the way he looked at her made her start to heat up inside. That made no sense because he hadn't said anything, or reached to touch her hand or even shake it. But something about him had her attention and she could not seem to let go of it. At 3:15 the bell rang and 27 pent up bundles of energy fled her grasp for something more interesting than social studies. She found herself looking at the door, waiting for HIM to come in, while at the same time thinking that idea was crazy. He was just a pleasant diversion at lunch and not anything else. She was back into the essays now so she didn't hear him approach. She started a bit at his, "Hi!" "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I guess I should have knocked, but the door was open." She remembered that she'd left the door to her room open even though she usually kept it closed in the afternoons. "Oh, that's OK. I usually get into my grading and lose track of what's going on around me. I didn't really think you'd come. Do you really want to help with this grading?" He smiled and said, "I'm here, aren't I? I would like to help. I'd like to get a feel for what you do all the time." She thought he sounded sincere and she really could use the help, plus, he still had those eyes that smiled at her and made her feel wondering inside. That feeling reminded her that she still didn't even know his name. "I'd love to have some help with these....uh.......?" "Larry," he said, realizing immediately what it was she wanted to know. He offered his hand and she gave hers in return. The first moment their hands touched something passed between them that they both felt. He held her hand just a moment longer than necessary and she made no attempt to pull it back until he released it. She lost track of what she was supposed to be doing in those few seconds and he waited but a few more before asking what she wanted him to do. That snapped her back into focus and she handed him an example of a good essay and told him to read it. Their hands touched again when the paper passed between them. Again, neither of them made a move to break the contact. It was as if a force was holding them together, letting them feed energy from each other. Larry had moved to her side of the desk ostensibly so that he could look over her shoulder. But he knew and she hoped he had moved there to be closer to her. She smelled of soap and shampoo and the image of freshly clean was exceedingly heady as he bent down to put his head level with hers to see what she was showing him. She could feel him right there, right next to her, confident, sure of what he was doing, and very male. She KNEW he had moved to be close to her because he wanted to be close to her. His hand lingered in contact with hers because he wanted to touch her. She loved the idea that this man desired her company, desired her nearness, desired her. She never figured out exactly how it happened, but as she turned her head to say something to him he turned at the same time. They were close, very close. He kissed her. And she let him. As he continued to kiss her, feeling her respond and not pull away, he let the kiss take on a life of its own. He felt her mouth slowly open and her tongue inched its way out, hesitantly. He met her tongue with his and they began a dance. Probing, licking, investigating, their tongues got to know each other. Her arms had found their way around his neck while he had pulled her slowly to her feet and now held her firmly in his arms. His hands had progressed to her beautifully rounded ass cheeks and she felt herself being pulled into him, becoming instantly aware of the hardness in the front of him that pressed against her belly. As she savored what she had done to him one of his hands had wandered around to her breast and was cupping it, rubbing it's thumb over the fabric over her nipple, which was rapidly growing as stiff as his cock. She moaned and he ground his pelvis into her, telling her with body language just how much he wanted her. His hand had slipped under her top, under the bra, and was now fondling her bare flesh, sending tremors to her groin, forerunners of greater tremors and floods to come. She had to have him, and now! Without breaking the kiss, without moving his hands, she reached down and undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and reached in. Feeling along the length of his fabric covered cock made him catch his breath. She smiled at that, looked deep into his eyes, and then dropped to her knees, flipping the waistband on his briefs over the engorged head of his cock and then sliding them part way down his legs. Her mouth engulfed his cock and her tongue explored its eye, eliciting a gasp from him. As she slowly worked his throbbing cock deeper and deeper into her mouth she felt her skirt being pulled upwards. He gathered all the material of her skirt into both his hands as she feasted on cock. She was sooooo good and he had to strain to avoid cumming too soon. With her skirt up around her shoulders she came up for air. He took advantage of the timing to stand her up and slide her soaked panties down her legs. He then had her sit in her chair and proceeded to lick the inside of first one thigh, and then the other, gradually closing in on her neatly trimmed bush. Soon, his nose was wet and enjoying thoroughly the aroma of her dripping pussy. It's taste was soon familiar to him, too. Gently sucking on her clit brought her to the edge of the chair and to the brink of orgasm. He slowly lapped at her lips, avoiding her clit for now, letting her come back down from the edge. When she was breathing a little more slowly he began sucking again, alternating sucking her very erect clit with licking as deeply into her cunt as his tongue would go. Again, she began shaking, only this time he did not back away. He felt her stiffen and then start to buck, then stiffen again. Picking her up, he sat hin her chair, lifted her above his skyward pointing cock and sat her down on it. Caught between orgasms, she helped fit herself down onto him, burying his cock to the hilt, dripping pussy juice over it knowing it was running down over his balls as well. Completely impaled, she rested, and they looked at each other and kissed again. This kiss began as gently as the first, but quickly escalated into urgency. She had cum, was about to cum again, and he needed to cum badly. Feeling her suck his tongue into her mouth was all it took. He could feel his cum come rushing up, up, up the length of his cock and burst into her pussy, spraying its walls thoroughly with spurt after spurt. She could feel him cum and that put her over the edge once again and she clamped down on his cock, milking it of every drop his balls had to offer. They were spent, but still joined. He did not want to leave and she did not want to get up. They wanted this to last. If they could stay this way for a while longer he would get hard again and they could make this go on. But suddenly it dawned on them that this was still school and there had to be other teachers around who might drop in at any moment... The Teacher My first ever submission, please be kind. * * * I had been seeing this guy, Alan, for about 6 months now. He was a teacher in a private boys' school and was 7 years older than me. He had an air of authority about him that I just could not resist, and did not want to. He also, as I was soon to learn, lead me into an amazing world of sex like nothing I have ever experienced before. I was 36 years old, with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes, but the thing everyone noticed first were my tits, 40d and natural. I admit I loved the attention and dressed to show them off. I loved seeing a man trying to get a glimpse of them and I soon learned that Alan loved it too. After a few weeks, he started to buy me outfits to wear when we went out, each more daring, tighter or lower cut tops, shorter skirts or with higher side splits. In bed, later, we would talk about the guys looking at me or what he had heard them say in the toilets, we would fuck like crazy, both so turned on by it all. Then one night, before we went out he said he wanted me shaved, something I had never done before. He got a towel and some hot water and shaved my pussy completely bare. Being blonde I never had a thick thatch but this was new, when I felt his fingers stroking my lips and then his tongue licking me, I wondered why I had never done this before, and determined then and there to stay that way always. When we were ready to go out, he went to the wardrobe and picked a little spaghetti strap top that only covered about half my tits, and a short, very tight button through denim skirt. He also handed me a pair of 3 inch heeled sandals, when I asked which panties I should wear, he just smiled and said ‘None, I just might want to show off your new look tonight.’ With that, he undid the bottom two buttons, leaving the skirt covering my pussy, but only just. In the taxi to the bar, he kept running his hand up my thigh, under my skirt and flicking his fingers across my pussy. I begged him to stop, that the driver could see what he was doing, and I clamped my thighs tight closed to stop him. That was a mistake, his voice got very low and quiet and angry, ‘Don’t ever try that, you are mine to show off if I want, you know you love it, it gets you wet. You are only embarrassed and I don’t care about that.’ With that he roughly pulled my thighs wide apart and before I knew what he was doing, pushed two finger deep inside my pussy and said loudly to the driver, ‘looks good doesn’t it? I preferred a shaved pussy and this is her first night out like this.’ The driver laughed and watched through his mirror ‘Yeah looks good’ he said ‘looks real wet too’ I looked down to see Alan’s fingers covered in my juice, he was right again, my body loved this even if my mind was dying of embarrassment. Alan leaned in close and whispered ‘Don’t try that again, as you have found out, you will only lose.’ Well that night, I don’t know how many men saw my shaved pussy, Alan had undone another button on the skirt as we sat on the stools at the bar, now the skirt did not cover my pussy at all, and I knew better than to try and cover myself. Anyone walking up to the bar had only to look down and see everything on display. To be honest we both loved it, my nipples were rock hard and my pussy so wet and I could see the outline of his hard cock through his jeans, I knew I would get a real good fucking when we got home. About half an hour before we were due to leave Alan leaned over to me ‘Turn on the stool a little, I want you to sit with your legs open, I want to see how wet you really are.’ I looked at him and he just nodded, I turned on the stool opening my legs a few inches. ‘More’ he said. I slowly parted them further till I felt my lips sort of pop open and I felt more than heard his groan. He leaned back and just stared for what felt to be hours but was only a minute, then he leaned forward. ‘You are so wet, I can see your juice dripping down your pussy, your clit is rock hard, sticking out, ready to be sucked, god you look gorgeous’ he said. I almost came right then when he said that. So we sat there, guys looking openly at my show, our end of the bar seemed to get very popular, word must have gone round the room. But the adventure was not over, ten minutes before we were due to go, Alan said ‘I am going to take a piss now, but I want you to stay like that, whatever happens, don’t cover up or try to hide your pussy from show. O.k.?’ I was so turned on by it all I just nodded and watched as he got up and walked away. A couple of guys watched him go and as soon as he went through the door the moved forward towards me. ‘Nice outfit’ one said ‘Thanks’ I said, all the time watching for Alan’s return. More guys had clustered around me by now. ‘Never mind the outfit, that’s a nice pussy’ a voice said ‘That’s no pussy’ another said ‘Anything shaved bare, wet and on display like that is no pussy. My wife has a pussy, that’s a cunt, that is a sluts wet twat we are looking at’ Oh god, this was so hot, I could not believe they were talking like this and I was loving it. ‘Bet she tastes good as well’ suddenly a finger was thrust straight up my cunt and then back out. I heard someone suck their finger then ‘ Yes, she tastes great’ That seemed to be a green light to everyone and about 5 sets of hands were pulling my legs wide apart, stroking my cunt lips, rubbing and pulling my clit and of course pushing deep inside, fucking me with their fingers. My body could not resist, my eyes closed as I started to cum, someone started to kiss me to cover the sound of my moans. ‘The bitch loves it, look at her, the slut is cumming’ At one point, I could feel four fingers inside my hole, stretching me, and I am sure they were all from different hands. One guy pulled my top up and immediately two mouths clamped on to my nipples, sucking and pulling them. I had become a complete slut, sitting on a bar stool, virtually naked while strangers pawed my body. Then I felt it, something warm and wet hitting my thigh, I looked down and saw a guy wanking his cock over me. For the next four or five minutes they all took turns to step forward and wank in front of me, shooting over my thighs and open cunt, and I openly rubbed myself as they did. They had formed a semi-circle around me so no-else in the bar could see me sitting there, covered in their cum, rubbing it into my skin like some precious lotion. When the last guy had cum, I heard a familiar voice, bringing me back to earth with a thump. It was Alan, I had no idea how he would react. ‘Hey, thanks lads for looking after her, glad you kept her busy’ he said. I looked up and he was grinning from ear to ear. He moved forward and lifted me off the stool ‘Sorry but I have to get her home now, but we make come back again as she seemed to enjoy herself here tonight’ The blokes just laughed. ‘Any time, mate, glad we could help’ More laughter from them all as we left the bar. I asked Alan if I could go and clean up, ‘No, I like you that way with their cum splattered all over you. I cant believe that you did that, you looked so good there with their hands all over you and when each guy wanked over you and you just sat there holding your pussy wide open for him, I almost came myself. Oh, we cant call it a pussy anymore can we, what did that guy say, his wife has a pussy but that is a cunt’ I suddenly realised Alan has seen everything, not just the last couple of minutes. ‘Yes a cunt’ he said and pushed me backwards into a doorway and his hand immediately pushed my legs apart and his fingers deep inside my cunt, his thumb on my clit. ‘Cum for me’ he said ‘Cum on my fingers just like you did when they fucked your cunt with their fingers. Let me feel your cunt cum’ His fingers working faster and harder, deeper inside me as I listened to his voice in my ear ‘Cunt, Cum, Cunt, Cum, Cunt, Cum’ over and over again. Suddenly I was screaming as a massive orgasm ripped through me, my juice flooding out of my newly shaved and newly named cunt. Somehow Alan got me home and what I night we had, I could not walk straight for days. Somehow I know our life together would never be boring. The Teacher Running late from oversleeping, knowing that you won't buy that excuse again. Rushing, while my mind is racing contemplating what to what to tell you. With my fingers crossed, hoping you will excuse me. I get into the hall, of your classroom, seeing you stand at the doorway. The bell has rung, and this has been the third time, that I have been late. No matter what the excuse, your hands are tied. The school has strict rules about students being tardy. Slowing my pace, as I see you, the gorgeous teacher that every girl in school has talked about wanting to be with, knowing that would never happen. My mind begins to wander back to the real reason I was running late. I was trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. An outfit that would, surely get your attention. I hadn't heard the alarm on the first ring this morning, because I had been dreaming of you. My body yearned for your touch, to breath in your intoxicating aroma, to taste the delicious salts of your taunt skin, to feel the warmth of your body next to mine and when the clock rang, I was in the middle of seducing you! I turned the clock off and tried to continue in my dream to no avail. Only to leave the frustration build further within the depths of my essences. Awakening, I realized that I was running late. I still, tried to find something perfect. Rummaging through my closet, I found a red tight fitting dress with a square cut neckline falling over my breast, giving just a hint of cleavage. Fitting snug around my waist, hemmed to the upper thigh. Wearing no panties underneath. Slipping on silk stocking, with red ankle strapped heals. Glancing at the closet mirror while I made a mad dash for the door, I couldn't help but see how sexy the outfit looked. Smiling as I shut the door. I watch you standing at the doorway, thinking how spectacular you look. Your wonderful physic showing through your button down shirt and docker trousers. If only I could get your attention, for something other than being tardy. My body responds to the sight of your beauty, as my love nest begins to become wet, and my legs, becomes weak with desire for you. The thin material of my dress betrays me, showing my nipples, hard and erect at the sight of you. I watch as your eyes move down my body. Exciting me even more so. My body sways side, to side, sashaying slowly moving closer to you. Deliberately I drop my pencil on the floor passing slightly by it. Watching your eyes gaze over me, as I bend to pick up this pen. The hem of my dress moves upward, exposing the rounds of my butt cheeks to you. Turning my head to the side while I watch you. Your eyes fixed on the hem of my dress. I look to you and smile, moving my hand to my butt cheek and rub it slightly as I stand. Watching as your tongue moistens your lips. My eyes drift down to your now bulging zipper. Turning I walk toward you, my hips swaying back and forth. My eyes moving up and down your gorgeous body. Stopping at the door, with a smile on my face, and a gleam in my eye…"Mr. Patrick, I am sorry Sir, I over-slept. I was in the middle of a dream, when the clock went off. Not realizing, I turned it off... so atlas, I have no excuse." Looking at me, with what it seemed as much composure you could muster, "Ms. Barrett, there are consequences to your tardiness, we will have to discuss this after class." You then tell me, that the class is in the middle of watching a film. I am to be very quiet, and to sit in the back of the class. That you will talk to me shortly. Moving passed you, as I enter the doorway, slightly brushing my breasts with the erect nipples passed your arm, sending shivers throughout me. I walk quietly to the back of the class, but see no seats. Without thought I decide to just stand in the back until the film is over. Not really interested in the film, I watch as you move pass the tables and seats joining me, behind the class. Standing beside me, the scent of your masculinity emitting from your pores, driving me wild. I feel the wetness between my legs, building. Turning to me, you tell me that the class was given out their books, that mine was still on the shelf. I would have to get it, that we would be reviewing chapter one at the end of the class. Looking around the dark room, with only the lights from the film flickering, I notice all the students, are so enthralled within the film, they haven't even noticed the two of us behind the class. Thinking to myself, hummm what a wonderful opportunity here. You show me the book on the shelf… the top shelf. Knowing I will have to climb, a plan then begins to form in my mind. I think to myself, I may need help getting that book down. I turn to you asking, "Shall I get the book now?" Coyly you say, "Of course." Turning toward the shelves, stepping upon the ladder. Slowly I step up the first step, pivoting upon it. Turning to you, I see you watching me as I begin my ascend standing near the bottom of the ladder. I climb up, knowing that my wetness is exposed to you, slightly parting my legs as my legs move up the steps revealing to you my love nest. As I reach the top of the shelf, I then reach for the book, one of my legs, moves off the step. I can feel your hand upon my ankle steadying me, so that I don't fall. Looking down at you, I smile, seeing you looking directly up to my wetness. As I descend from the ladder. I feel your hands move slowly up my legs, weakening them. Electricity, piercing throughout my body from your touch, moving downward. I feel your hands upon my inner thighs as I am once again on the first step. Your fingers touch my wetness slightly as you move your hands from under my dress. Once again on the floor, as I turn around, our bodies touch. Glancing over your shoulder, I notice all the students still intrigued by the film. With a smile I take your hand, moving it to my mouth while I take the fingers that touch my wetness, one by one into my mouth. I begin to suckle on them as I look into your sexy, gorgeous eyes. First licking the tip of your finger, then swirling my tongue around and up and down your finger. Then taking each one... into my mouth and sucking my juices from them. Stroking the full length of your fingers with my warm wet soft lips enclosed around them. My eyes drift to your hand as you reach down to your hardness. You begin to rub the full shaft through your slacks. I move my hand down to yours, overlapping it, touching the bulge that has formed. Feeling the strain of your hard cock wanting to press free of its confines. Your hand then moves to my breasts, cupping them from on top the smooth material of my dress. Your fingers roll and slightly pinch the hard and erect nipple. Unzipping your pants, releasing your huge heaviness. My fingers touching the warmth, of your sensitive skin. Exposing your beautiful hardness to the warmth of my hand. I cup your gorgeous throbbing within my warm petal soft palm. Feeling the pumping of your blood within you, as I begin to stroke you with my hand. Your hand moves downward, lifting my dress in front of me, your fingers begin to stroke my engorged clit, my body yearning to feel you within me. A slight moan escapes my lips. You whisper, "We must be quiet!" Turning me around where I stand, gripping the ladder to steady myself. You lift my dress then whispering, "We must be quiet, otherwise, I will have to report your tardiness, and then you will be expelled from school." Rubbing your hardness, first against my clit, then against my wetness, my body responding wanting to push back and feel you push into me. Wanting to yell out, as I feel you enter me. Placing the head in me teasing me, as your hands move to my breasts. Cupping my supple mounds within your strong hands, caressing them, while you roll the nipples within your fingertips. Your other hand moves down to my now very swollen clit, as you begin to stroke it. My sexual essences building within the depths of my soul, as my clit hardens with each stroke of your finger. Your hips moves to me slightly, as I feel you begin to stretch me open with your glorious manhood. My juices flowing all around you, while you push deeper into me. The walls of my honey-pot, grip around you. Sucking your enlivened member deeper into my nest. Soaking each of your pores with my nectar. Pushing deeper into me, inch by inch, as my lips part to moan in deep ecstasy. I feel you bend over me. "Not a word, you know the consequences." Pushing deeper in me with that move, filling me completely, and I hear you sigh. Gripping my hips while you begin to slowly stroke my entire being. Your hips begin to move in a dance, pushing forward, then holding still, letting my body adjust to your enormous size. Then moving slowly out, so that the walls of my nest tighten around your thickness while trying to exit. Pulling out till only the head is within my grasp, and the muscles clamp around its swollen tip. Moving in and out like this over and over. Stroking every bit of my wetness with each throbbing vein of your huge cock. In and out, driving deeper with each push to me. My body completely filled with your huge beauty. My sexual essences building deep within the pit of my being, wanting to explode all over you. Feeling you slide deep inside me, then pulling out. Teasingly, taking your thickness and sliding it against my clit, up past my now drenched honey-pot, up to my puckered hole then back down again to my opening and pushing hard. Deeper and deeper with each thrust, the heat of my juices surrounds you. I tighten around you, wanting to yell in ecstasy as you continue to stroke my wetness, with your hardness, feeling you sliding in and out of me. Stroking me slowly, seductively teasing and taunting me, with each move of your hips to me. Deeper and harder with each push of your hips into me. Grinding into me. Feeling my juices building with each stroke. In and out of me, my wetness so hot around you, tightening around you. Wanting to feel your hot cum deep inside me. You begin to stroke my clit harder, longer strokes with your finger, as you push into me, so deep inside of me, as you have fill me completely, stretching my opening to fit your huge thick swollen cock. I feel the throbbing of your hardness, building inside me. Breathlessly you sigh, "Remember... quiet." My breathing becomes rapid, you know that I am about ready to explode on you, panting as I whisper to you, "Please cum in me." as my sexual essences builds, wanting to explode all over you, and wanting to feel you explode all in me. To feel your hot juice, spray deep inside me. Our pace quickens, I feel you push harder. I can't take anymore, and my juices, burst from deep inside of me. You grab hold of my hips and pull me back to you as you push deeper, and harder into me. Deep long strokes, as you fill me with your hot nectar, while mine surrounds your throbbing hardness. Long, deep strokes until you have completely filled me with all your juices and, all my juices have been released upon you, combining together upon you and, within me. I lay my head down upon the step of the ladder, as I am now drained of all my sexual essences. You stand holding my hips, slowly you pull away from me. I turn, and glance toward the room, seeing that no one is looking. Without saying a word, I kneel before you. Placing your gorgeous hardness to my lips, while I begin to drink up our honey cocktail. My tongue stroking every inch of your huge hardness, making sure to get every drop of our nectar, cleaning you completely as I savor all our flavors combined. Your fingers touching my face, motioning me to stand, as we fix ourselves, knowing the film is nearing the end. With a grin you whisper to me, "Your punishment for being tardy... is that you will have to stay after class... so we can work on your ummmm shall I say, class demeanor!" The Teacher James was so nervous as he drove. He had finally decided to do it. He was crossing the line. He had chatted for years but never imagined that he would actually go and meet someone from the Internet. He couldn't help it. His passion had grown too great to fight it anymore. This woman was much too alluring, much too enticing to resist. There was something about her that he could not fight. He had to be with her. He was breaking ever rule and every principle that he had ever learned, but he didn't care. He had to go. He fought with this decision in his mind for months, but now he had the opportunity. He had moved into his new apartment just last week, and he felt freer, then he had ever felt before. He didn't care that legally he was still married; he had to be with Sabrina. James pulled into the hotel parking lot. She had chosen a nice hotel. He let her pick it out. He wanted her to be comfortable. He didn't know what to expect or what would happen, although he had hopes of what would come of their encounter. All he was told was to bring the latest story. He was up until 2:00 am to finish writing it. He did not want to disappoint her. He even rewrote it three times to make sure that it was perfect. He finally decided it was good enough when it made him hard and he didn't even have to touch himself. He only hoped that it would be good enough for her. Sabrina was so happy to hear that he had finally moved out. She heard all of the horror stories that were trapped in his brain. Even though she felt sorry he had to go through those things, she was very happy that he had finally left. No one should be treated that way. She can still remember the chat: M28losangeles: hey Sabrina, guess what? The_sexy_lady: what? M28losangeles: Congratulate me; I'm in a hotel. It made her so happy to hear that he had the courage to leave. Even though they had only chatted over the Internet, they had grown to be friends, and of course, she loved the wonderful stories that came from his erotic mind. She wondered if the real life James would be as hot and erotic as the online one. She really hoped so. Riding up the elevator, his heart began to pound. Sabrina had only seen an older picture of him, and he wondered if she would be attracted to the real thing. Would she like the physical man as much as she enjoyed the intellectual one? Would she care for him the way he cared for her? Would she want to touch him as much as he wanted to touch her? The elevator doors opened. Room 512, 513, 514, and finally here it was, room 515, the last door in the hall. He noticed that the room number had 15 in it, which was his favorite number. He stood there for one second and tried to compose himself before he knocked. He checked his clothes and hair in the mirror that was down the hall, but his nervousness prompted him to check it again. He went shopping for just the right outfit, black slacks, and a nice burgundy shirt. He also wore his favorite cologne. He had brought an apple. He wasn't sure why she had asked him to bring it with the story, but he did anyway. He took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened and his heart pounded like it had never pounded before. She was beautiful, stunning actually. She stood before him in a black miniskirt, white button down blouse, and high heels. Her glasses were on and she had a serious, professional look about her. A few strands of hair were blown by the wind of the door and covered her right eye. She only motioned with her head to move it away, and James lost his breath. Even with a simple motion of her head, she demonstrated how sexy she was. "Come on in, I have been waiting for you." She said sternly. James looked at his watch as he moved inside. He didn't understand he was right on time. 5:00 pm on the nose. "Take a seat, class is about to begin." She said in a playful voice. Now he understood the apple and the story. It was an assignment, and she was the teacher. He looked around the room and to the left he noticed that next to the king sized bed was a desk. It was the kind of desk that would normally be found in an average hotel suite. It had a plain flat top and nothing but four legs underneath. . A laptop sat on top of the desk on the left and some papers on the right. A red pen sat on top of the paper. She had moved the table it to face him. A chair was sitting nearly behind the desk. He looked to his right and saw what he assumed to be his desk. A very simple four legged table. There was nothing on it. "Here is your apple Ms. Sabrina. I picked it out just for you!" He said playfully in return. "Just put it on my desk, James. Did you bring your homework?" "Yes, I did." "Good, have a seat and I will collect it in a moment." He walked over to her desk and placed the apple on the corner, as he did he went and sat in his seat. As she walked from the doorway to her desk, her scent trailed behind her. It was the sweetest perfume that had ever enticed his senses. He closed his eyes and followed the scent. He noticed that he was moving in her direction. He caught himself and quickly sat up. He watched her as she moved behind the desk, graceful and sensual. Even her movements drove him wild. She was feminine and sensual and he was not used to this. As she walked to get behind the desk, he noticed the skirt had a short slit up the front and he could see even more of her inner thigh. She knew how to entice a man and she was doing an excellent job with him. Everything about her drove him wild. She sat down gracefully. He could see her cross her right leg over her left under the table. He noticed that her calves were perfect, and his eyes become fixated on them. He could not take his eyes off her. It was not lust but pure infatuation, like a precious piece of art. She completely captivated his mind. As she organized her papers he quickly looked around, the sun was setting out the window. She had chosen a room that faced the ocean and she left the blinds open. He loved the ocean. Maybe they could go down later and walk on the beach n the sand. He tired very hard to take the whole room in quickly. She had gotten ice and some drinks. Was that a bottle of wine? There was also a small box on the nightstand. His attention returned to her when she said, "Ok, now lets take roll." She sat up straight as she talked, fully playing the part. "James, are you here?" He raised his hand like the class nerd and changed his voice to sound like the geek that everyone made fun of in class. "Present!" She tried very hard not to laugh but allowed herself to let out a small giggle. She continued to smile. That is what he was after, that wonderful smile. The smile that made the butterflies in his stomach fly away, the smile that made peace come over him, the smile that made his heart happy. She composed herself and asked, "You have your homework, correct?" "Yes" "Please bring it to me." He moved from around the desk and walked toward her. He handed the story to her and smiled and waited. "You may sit down now, thank you." He sat back down as he was asked. She picked up the small stack of papers and began to read them. His eyes where fixed on her face. He wanted to see every little reaction. He watched her eyes. They were amazing, sexy and alluring. She had an exotic look about her eyes, and they now hypnotized him. He wanted to know if she would approve of his latest creation. Sabrina liked what she was reading. It was the best story he had written to date. It was hot, and sexy. It made her tingly and flushed. So many times, she had read his stories but never right here in front of him. With him there, it was more sensual and erotic then before, and her body responded to what her eyes were reading. For the first time, his story was making her wet. James watched every little detail on her face. He even leaned forward, studying her and waiting for any little reaction. When her eyebrow rose, in the sexy way that she raised it, he became excited, and when she frowned, he frowned, wondering what part of the story did not meet her approval. When she turned the page, she was becoming warm and she wanted to show him how much she was enjoying the story. She unbuttoned another button on her blouse, and he could see just a slight bit of her white lace bra. He sat back and smiled. He was accomplishing what he had set out to do. He wanted to please her and now she had silently told him that she was pleased. When she turned to page three, she uncrossed her legs, and left them open slightly. Her gyrated slightly as the words that were on the page went through her eyes and stimulated her mind. She opened her legs a little more. She wanted him to see how excited she was and how she was being more open to him. She looked up at him over the page but did not raise her head. She could see that his head was leaning to one side. He was looking up her skirt and this aroused her as much as the words on the page. She quickly looked down again. She didn't want him to stop looking. She wanted his eyes to caress her body, the way his words were caressing the sensual part of her mind. She wanted him to see. She shifted her hips so that he would be able to see even more of her. She again peeked over the page without raising her head. She wanted to see his face as she "accidentally" brushed her hand against the outside of her thigh. When her already short skirt raised another two inches, James's eyes became wide and she knew that he could now see her white lace panties. It made her even hotter. This story was amazing. It was all for her. The story was a special creation that was inspired by her, and was for her. She was so turned on by the fact that it was her name that was in black and white, on page after page of this delicious story. She slid her hand through the opening of her white blouse and softly caressed her own chest. Her skin wanted to be touched. It was craving the skin of another pressed up against it. It longed for the heat of another. It begged to be caressed. For the time being her hand would have to do. She didn't want to ruin this wonderful scenario that the two of them were creating. Page 5 was the hottest sex she had ever read about and now she was totally ready for some herself. The lower here eyes traveled down the paged, the lower her hand traveled down her body. Her clitoris was swollen and hot and it called to her hand. The two were like magnets, unavoidably drawn to one another. By the time she was halfway down the page, her hand was touching her private area, but it was not private to James. He was able to watch every motion of her hand, the way her hand slowly and methodically moved over her panties and then massaged her aching clit. The fact that he was watching her only made her even more excited and she noticed her temperature rising. As her eyes read the end of the story, she could not believe what he had done. She put the papers down and threw her head back. Her legs were spread wide now and James could see that her hands craved to be under those panties but she fought to control herself. At the same time, his large bulge was also craving to be free, but he too was fighting to maintain control. He watched her slowly compose herself. Her legs closed and she sat up straight again. She drew in large breaths of air through her nose and let it out quickly through her mouth. She was hot and every fiber of her being was now focused on sex. She had to have it and she had to have it quickly. The words on the page filled her mind and the scenario she read about was just too much. Her head was spinning, with everything out of focus except for one thing. The only thing that was clear was that she had to have him inside her. She sat forward and opened the red pen. She made a mark on it and as she stood, she quickly got back into character. "James, I am rather disappointed in this story. It fell far below my expectations. " She was playfully lying and they both knew it. "I'm sorry but I have decided to give you an 'F'." She tossed the paper on his desk and he turned it around to read her mark. Even the way she wrote her F was purely feminine. "But I am a very fair teacher James, I will give you the chance to earn a little extra credit so you can bring your grade up." She was now standing right in front of him, and was bent over. He looked up so see the most perfect breasts under the sexiest white lace bra that he had ever seen. She stood up and moved around the table, his eyes fixed on her every move. She then sat down on the table and slid across so that she was sitting right in front of him. He moved back slightly to give her enough room to cross her legs, and again, he noticed how perfect they were. "Would you like to earn some extra credit James?" She said pausing before the word extra. "Yes Ms. Sabrina, I would appreciate that." He said, not exactly knowing where this was going but he hoped it was going in the sexual direction. "Well James, I have been watching you in my class. You are getting so strong. Are you working out in gym class? " "Oh yes I am, thank you for noticing." "Well I can turn that F to a D, if you remove your shirt." They were both smiling now. They wanted to laugh, but they wanted to keep it erotic so they held themselves together, only allowing smiles. James slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and when he removed it, her eyes looked him up and down. His chest was well defined and his abs was defined. He was muscular and strong. It pleased to know that undressed, he was even more appealing and not the other way around. "Hmmm, that is ok but I don't think you should get your D yet. I think to earn that, you need to also remove my shirt." She said as her eyes playfully looked at him. He reached over and unbuttoned her blouse slowly, methodically. Even though they were only buttons that he was touching, she could tell that his hands were strong and powerful, yet gently and cautious. He slowly slid her blouse over her shoulders exposing them. He gently removed her blouse and carefully tossed it to the bed. She then said seriously, "No. I still don't think you deserve a higher grade. I think you are going to have to do more. Take off my bra." HE silently did was she wanted him to do. She was a little surprised when he moved forward and leaned over. He tenderly kissed her neck, and then down her neck, and then finally her shoulder, he kissed the strap of her bra, making sure to also make contact with her soft skin underneath. He carefully bit down on her bra strap and slowly moved it over her shoulder. When he released it from his teeth and the strap hit her arm was the first time that Sabrina had noticed that she had stopped breathing. She tried to catch her breath as he moved to the other side. He did the same as he did on the other side. Wither her straps off, James then reached down and held her petite hands in his. He moved them to his shoulders so that they would not obstruct his as his hands moved over her body. His hands first made contact with her sides and she loved the warmth that they emanated. They were strong, manly hands and he knew exactly what to do with them. He slid them to her back and then in a quick motion, he released the clasp of her bra. He could feel her grab his shoulders more tightly as his hands worked. Her breasts fell to their natural position without being exposed. He then slowly sat down. As he did, her arms slowly lowered with his body, and her bra then fell naturally off of her. When he sat back in his chair, her hands fell to her sides and the bra fell to the floor. She was now exposed to him. His motions, his hands, and his mouth made her wet and wanting, as she looked down from his face, to his chest, to his groin. She saw that he was now fully erect. She nearly forgot that they were also playing a game. She wanted so desperately to throw herself onto him and enjoy every inch of him, but she instead did her best to clear her head and then with a very large breath, proceeded. "Very good James, I think you have deserved your D. Now would you like to earn a C" "Yes Ms. Sabrina, I would." "Well then come closer." He moved his chair closer to her and as he did, she put her heels on his chair, one on each side of him, and again he could see her panties. She leaned back, her arms supporting her weight and helping her to balance. "To get a C, I want you to remove my panties." Her eyes were full of passion as the words slowly rolled off her tongue. He paused for a second and then he placed his hands on the outside of her thighs. He slid them toward her waist. She carefully and slowly pulled down her panties. He pulled them down to the table, and then with one hand under her left buttock, he lifted her gently off of the table. When he had pulled her panties low enough, he switched hands and then pulled them down the rest of the way. Her legs cooperated as he slowly slid her panties the rest of the way down her soft, luscious legs. When he finished, he sat back and watched as she slowly opened her legs to expose the most beautiful pussy had ever seen. It was glistening in the light it was so wet. Her pubic hair was manicured perfectly. There was no hair on her lips and there was the sexiest triangle of neatly trimmed hair above. She was like a goddess before him. Her skirt and heels were still on but there she was, fully exposing herself to him, giving herself to him. She was leaning back on her arms and her legs were open and bent at the knees. Her pussy was before him, wet, and wanting passion and attention. He couldn't play the game anymore and frankly neither of them wanted to. Without being told, his hands began rubbing her legs and his soft, warm, moist, lips started to kiss her knees. He then kissed down her inner thigh. He looked up, and they made eye contact as he came closer to her womanhood. His hands moved up her sides and finally touched her breast the same second that he kissed her pussy. His movements were slow and methodical. He kissed each of her vaginal lips slowly and tenderly. It had been a long time since he was able to perform oral on a woman. He missed it and was going to take his time and enjoy every second. His hands masterfully manipulated her nipples. She was aroused and he could see, smell, and hear how wet she was. It pushed his obsession for her into overdrive. He parted her with his hands and she anticipated his next move. He wanted to tease her to make her squirm for him. He wanted her to want him more badly then oxygen itself. He knew what is goal was and he carefully avoided it. Her clit was so swollen that at times it was difficult to avoid, but he worked carefully. Licking here, kissing there, making sure only his hot breath caresses her clit until he was ready. She tried to move her hips in the direction of his tongue as he licked in other areas, which told him that she wanted him badly. He finally gave in. He paused and then covered her whole clitoris with his warm, wet mouth. He sucked on her softly. She gasped as he did. His tongue now played with her, teasing her. She tasted so sweet. He could not get enough of her. As she rolled her head to the side, her eyes opened and the clock said 8:53. She closed her eyes. She didn't want to think about time, the world, or anything on it. She just wanted to enjoy him. She also wanted to give him what he had never had, something special that every man should have. She tried to relax so that it would happen for him. She had had plenty of men give her oral before, but not like this. He didn't just lick her; he made love to her with his tongue. His movements were spontaneous, yet deliberate. He would suck softly on her clit, bite it softly with his teeth, flick it with his hot tongue, and then try many different movements that she had never known were actually possible. He was enjoying every second and so was she. He was the kind of man that gained pleasure by giving pleasure. That is why he loved to write the stories. He loved to hear that a woman had gained some pleasure from his stories. The Teacher & Me “I’d fantasize about you,” I admitted slyly, slowly sliding my eyes to his, silently telling him I knew something you didn’t. “No you didn’t,” he replied whole heartedly, flipping the channel repeatedly and pulling his knee up to lean his elbow on. “Fine,” I half laughed, “I didn’t.” My eyes didn’t leave his, and he began to get curious as he turned to me. “When?” My lips lifted further to a crooked smile. “When didn’t I?” My confident stare made him nervous, a kind of challenge to push further. To know that even when I was just a school girl, among all the others, I was thinking about him. “I doubt your study days allowed you time to think about me,” he explained as he looked back at the TV. “Jude, when do you remember me studying? I mean, honestly, in big hour blocks? Sure I’d be sitting in the library going over definitions but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about…” I let my voice trail deliberately. He was so vulnerable and gullible and sexy. I wanted him, and I knew from that morning onwards he had wanted me. The moment we’d woken I’d gone straight to writing, and his small kisses along my neck and glances from across the room (thinking they’d go unnoticed) told me so. He was suffocating in all the air that drifted between us, and I loved luring him on like a childhood scent constantly drawn to. My un-ended sentence made him reposition himself to be facing me, both arms up along the length of the couch, one up on the arm behind him, completely open to what I had to say. I gazed at him, into the amused, blue eyes ready for anything behind his glasses. Hair ruffled around his head, sticking up at some places, flopping in others, dry mouth half tilted up like mine. “Thinking about…?” I shrugged and looked down at my book, “You know, just girly stuff,” and I looked back up, my eyes clearly stating it was more. So much more. “You’re going to have to elaborate Ange, as I don’t know exactly what girly stuff is.” “Guess.” He was playing now. Playing and waiting for me to let him in. “I dunno… teaching stuff? Stuff I was getting you to study?” “Do you think I’d really be sitting there thinking about what you were teaching me?” “I’m a guy, Ange.” “I’m a girl, Jude.” He threw his head back and chuckled, slightly annoyed but still pleased. “Well, you know. I suppose I’d fantasize about the stuff that we do here. Or that we did back in your room. The kisses, the touches, the sex.” “You sat in the library with your head in a book thinking about kissing me.” I let out a ha, and then encased it in giggles. “Jude, I’d think about… well…” “Well?” He urged and I glanced up greedily. “Sucking you off.” “Sucking me… what?” “You wanted to know!” I cried, throwing my hands up in the air. I enjoyed his reaction, every moment of it. First utter astonishment, then amazement, then unbelieving, then the moral disgrace went through him and finally he was overcome with me. All of me. He was imagining me, seeing me do it, and he moved again to a more comfortable position. “Last time I tell you anything,” I muttered and went back to my book. “No! No it’s not like that. I’m just shocked. I can’t really believe you’d do that in school. In high school, while I was teaching you.” “While you were teaching me was a different subject.” “Why?” I sat back and looked up to him again. “Because I could imagine it a lot more graphically so a lot more happened.” His eyebrows rose, lips slightly parted. “You know, well, you’d be there. Right there. So I used to see us doing stuff like… well… I dunno…” I could feel the burning rise to my cheeks. “Tell me.” “Well… there was having sex on the desk. On a lot of the desks. And feeling each other up, touching each other, making out. I suppose I’d see everyone leave but me for some reason or another- need your help, detention, whatever. Then something, anything, would happen. You’d come over to show me through the text, or talk to me about my behavior, or something. And I’d just give you this look. I can’t really do it now, because it’s just plain embarrassing, but it’s kind of a seductive look. Then you’d leave, because you knew nothing could actually happen. And I leave it, and then for some other reason you call me up to the front of the class and I go up and sit on the edge of the desk while you turn around from wiping the blackboard. You put the duster down and come over and slip your hand between my legs and it goes from there.” He moved from his position, the bulge in his pants hardly hideable as he crawled toward me and dumped my book on the floor. My heart began to beat rapidly, loudly in my ear as I stared, mesmerized, into his eyes as he slowly hovered over me, a lingering finger along the inside of my thigh between my crossed legs. “Then what?” he whispered. He was so interested, he was so needy. By the part of his lips and the slight crease on his forehead and the insistence in his eyes he craved me. He hovered lower as if wanting to kiss me but waiting for more. “Then you end up coming closer and you bite your bottom lip, because you still don’t know what to do but you don’t stop your hand. It ends up along the inside of the elastic of my undies and you pull it aside and start tracing around the lip… the lip of…” “The lip of?” “Of my pussy. The two lips, which are hot and slowly throbbing more and more. Then you kiss me really slowly as if you know I’m not going anywhere and we end up kissing deeply and sensually for a while as you keep trailing your finger around my pussy. Then finally you dip two fingers in between and kind of half gasp half groan because I’m so wet…” At this he began rubbing against the material of my pants, right where I was in the fantasy, above the wetness and throbbing ache below my clit, and all the attention became so focused I had to take two long deep breaths to control myself. “Keep going,” he insisted quietly as he lowered himself a little further, and pulled my legs out either side of him. His fingers pushed harder as they continued their rhythmic rubbing up and down, he felt the tense in my thighs and the slight reaction in my hips. “And well… I wrap my arms around your waist and pull you as close as possible because you’re erection is pushing against my leg, and you begin to rub up and down to get some movement. You push me against the desk so eventually I’m sitting on the desk and you push my legs apart and push aside my undies and slide in two fingers.” “How? What does it feel like?” “They’re slippery and long and you slide them in as deep as possible and start to finger me, and…” my voice caught in my throat as he pressed his penis, still caged within his pants, against my pussy, still wrapped up in my jeans. “Oh God it feels good…” I moan, half closing my eyes and taking another long breath. “You put pressure inside my pussy and start pressing and sliding them in and out and then you come and stand between my legs and you say ‘Oh I think I’m going to cum,’ because of the moaning I make.” “What moaning?” and he went to push himself against me again and I let out a long and deep moan that seemed to escape from the ache between my legs, more than my voice. His groan joined mine, a husky release breaking from the back of his throat and he pushed his penis against the centre of my legs again. “Keep going, keep talking…” his breath was hot on my mouth, beginning to get faster and deeper, trying to keep track of things. “Your fingers are deep inside me and I can’t stop gasping and moaning because it feels so good, and I unzip your pants and pull out your penis. It’s so thick, hard, sticks out like nothing is going to stop it and you move in further while you’re kissing me and pushing me down on the desk. Then you pull out your fingers from my pussy…” He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down below my hips and then onto the floor, and then off with my underwear. Then along with his own pants and undies, we were bare, skin against skin. Without hesitation he slipped two fingers inside me and began working me up, quickly and efficiently as I gasped and my body strained and my head turned back. I my eyes shut tight as he inserted another finger, I could hear the wet and stickiness leaking down his fingers and he continued squeezing and pressing against my inside. “Oh God, Jude…” I muttered somewhere in the lost space I was in. The waves of pleasure ripped through my body, from head to toe, through my tense thighs and my slack arms and my squeezed eyes. It got higher and faster and thicker as if it engulfed me. Then suddenly he pulled out and slowly traced his wet fingers along the outsides of my pussy. “Keep going…” I couldn’t make the words… I was lost… “I pulled my fingers out of your pussy.” “Oh… yeah… then you… then you took off my undies and kept teasing me with your fingers. Pushing them in and out of my cunt… of my pussy… and then sliding them around my clit. Then suddenly you were inside me and you pushed deep into my pussy and I cried out.” His fingers circled around my clit, causing it to become hard and causing my mind to become distracted and drowned in the insistent waves of almost cuming. He noticed and slowed and lowered himself completely on top of me. His penis rested at the entrance of my pussy, but then he moved it up so it slid up and down against my clit, still testing me, still forcing me further and further. “You began fucking me slowly. Oh God if felt good Jude. It felt so good. Your penis was thick and slid perfectly inside me, as if it were made specifically for my cunt, and you began moving in and out, in and out and thrusting it deeper and longer and harder until you couldn’t control yourself anymore and you kept lunging in faster and faster…” He moved his penis back to the entrance of my hot, wet pussy and slid it in the full way. I felt the breath leave my lungs as I lifted my hips up to him. His penis, now wrapped completely within my hot cunt, was about to explode. I lifted my mouth up to his ear and whispered urgently, “Fuck me Jude. Fuck me.” He wrapped his fingers at my hips and released himself for a moment until plunging back in with a deep and throaty groan, causing spasms to begin in my vagina. Deep in the centre of my body it began, as the rhythm worked up behind him and he set in motion his deep and lusty thrusts into me. His body moved against mine, rough and hot, his breath still thick against my mouth. His cock pushed further and further and he sunk me into a deep kiss as my hips rose once, again, and again to him. The couch began rocking back and forth; I ripped my mouth away from his to gain some more air; I could hear myself cry out around us as his fucking pushed further for spasm convulsions. He came in a hot, thick stream and filled me up as I orgasmed with him. My cum covered his cock as he thrust in a few more times and then, I grasped his ass and pulled him in further when a sudden rush of a second amount of seizures and tremors ripped through me. “Oh God! Juuuude!” I yelled up to the ceiling. He realized what was happening and sped up from his slow down, instead of withdrawing, and I came another time. The world spun around me and all was centered at his thick cock sliding in and out of my hot and clenched pussy. Tightened completely around him, wanting to swallow him up completely. Finally the orgasms ceased and Jude slid out of my limp body. As he fell against my body, as limp as me, I kissed him passionately, slow and sensually. “Now you’ll have to tell me about your fantasies you had about me.” His naughty look told me he had many to tell. I could feel the tingling begin between my legs already.