1 comments/ 24662 views/ 4 favorites The Sculpture Ch. 02 By: GoodGrl1983 My breath catches in my throat. You can't have just said what I think you said! I step back. "Professor?" Your eyes, still smiling, are roaming over my body. I watch heat come into your face. "God, Jess. I would love to make love with you. Will you let me?" I gulp. "I...I'm a virgin, Professor." You cup my face with your hands. "I'll be very gentle with you, I promise. Besides, wouldn't you rather your first time be with someone experienced who'll know what to do and how careful to be?" I hold my breath. I've dreamed about this moment for ages, and now that it's here, I'm terrified. You see how I'm feeling: it's written all over my face. "I'll go slow, and if at any point you don't like something or you want to stop, we'll stop, okay?" You look at me, waiting. Finally, I nod. Your smile lights up the room. "That's good. You're a good girl, aren't you?" You begin murmuring to me as you pull me into your body and begin to kiss me. Your lips are gentle, teasing. My heart is pounding. My hands are still clenched in front of me, holding my shirt together. I feel you slide your warm, rough hands over them and gently loosen my hold. You lace your fingers through mine and pull my hands down to my sides, still kissing softly, patiently. I feel my shirt melt away. I shiver as you skim your hands over my skin from my waist, up my sides, and to my breasts. You caress my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra. You begin to kiss my jaw, down my throat, and my collar bone. Suddenly, you slide your hands down to grab my ass and, squeezing it, lift me onto the table. You laugh, your mouth moving against my stomach, when you hear me squeal. You move back up and capture my nipple through the cotton bra. I gasp and arch, bringing my hands up to tunnel through your hair. "Mmmm. Do you like that, baby girl?" You murmur and move to draw the other nipple into your warm, wet mouth. You lave me with your tongue and I feel my hips start to rock. "MMmmm." You moan against my nipple and the vibration of your voice travels through me, making my clit tingle. I shiver. You run your hands along the waistband of my jeans, teasing gently. Then I feel you grab my pants and start to pull them down. You lean back, and I instantly miss your mouth on me. I'm panting now, and shaking, and you pull my pants slowly down my legs, your eyes never leaving my body. "You're so beautiful. I love how your body looks, how it feels." I am mesmerized by you as you tug the pants completely off of me. My shoes have come off, also, and you kneel down to pick them up. I watch you, enthralled, as you carefully put them back on and tie the little straps. You step back to admire me. I'm now only clad in my little panties and my red strappy shoes. You look up into my eyes. "You are a good girl, aren't you, Jess?" I nod. "And don't good girls do what they're told?" I gulp. I nod. You walk over and retrieve a short stool from a pottery wheel. You unzip your pants, pull them down, and sit. I can see your hard, thick erection coming up through the hole in your boxers. "Come here." I stand, shakily, resisting the urge to cover myself with my hands. I walk over to you. "Get on your knees." I sink down to the floor, crossing my ankles behind me and sitting back on them. "Have you ever seen a cock before? Have you ever touched one?" I shake my head. "Put your hand on me, Jess. Be a good girl for me." I reach out, tentatively. It's so hard and hot! My eyes fly up to yours and you can see my surprise. You chuckle. I begin to explore my way around your cock, stroking lightly, wrapping my fingers around it, finding your balls. You moan, I jerk my hand back. You chuckle. "You didn't do anything wrong. It feels so good, baby. Keep touching me." You take my hand and put it on your cock, showing me what you like. I stroke and fondle you while you run your hands through my hair. Gradually, I feel you tugging on my hair and pulling me downward. I look up at you questioningly. "I want to feel your mouth on my cock." My eyes fly open in surprise. "But"--- You cut me off. "Put your mouth on my cock." You're stern with me this time, and you push my head down more insistently. I do it. I follow your instructions, licking and sucking first your shaft and then your balls. My mouth is open as wide as it will go, and I barely can hold you. Your moaning gets louder and you've started moving your hips, little thrusts into my mouth. I'm afraid of gagging, and try to lean back slightly. You grab my head and hold me in place as you begin to fuck my mouth. "Suck me, Jessica! Oh, God, baby. Yeah, taste that cock!" You're pumping your hips, fucking my face. I'm struggling against you, fighting for breath, as you go deeper and deeper into the back of my throat. You're pulling my hair and holding my head and even though it hurts me, I feel the tingling between my legs start to pulse. My pussy is throbbing and wet for you and I start to rock it against the shoes that I'm sitting on. I'm sucking you hard and rocking my hips and I feel you start to shake. Your thrusts get shorter but harder, slamming into my mouth. Finally, you cum. As you cum, you shoot some of it into my mouth and then abruptly, pull out to spray my face, throat, and breasts. I'm shocked at how much there is, how hot it is, and how good it feels on my skin. I reach up and smear it on myself, licking it off of my fingers. You laugh. "Did you like that, baby?" I look up at you and nod, silently. "More?" You ask. Again, I nod. You smile at me. "Good. Get back up on the table and lay back." I do as you ask. "Spread your legs." I'm nervous, I hesitate. "Spread your legs!" You are stern again and I slide them apart slightly. You stand over me and grab my ankles, pulling them wide and pushing them back so my knees are bent and my pussy is displayed for you, wet panties and all. "When I tell you to open your legs for me, you'll do this. Because you're a good girl, aren't you?" I nod. "Say it!" "I....I'm a good girl." You chuckle. "Very good. Whose good girl are you?" "Yours." "Yours, Sir! Say it!" ...."Yours, Sir." You run your hands over my legs, starting at my ankles and moving slowly along the inside of my knees, then my thighs, toward my pussy. "Mmmmmm. Looks like someone's a little wet." You peel off my panties and lean close, blowing across my throbbing clit. I moan and shiver. "Please." I whisper, not knowing what I'm begging for. "Please, what?" You crawl over me, rubbing your chin slowly back and forth over my pussy lips, looking at me. "Ask me nicely for what you want." "I...I want you to....l-lick my pussy, Sir." "Say please!" "Please." I moan as I feel your tongue flick over my clit. Your tongue and breath are dancing lightly across my swollen, sensitive nub. "Is this what you wanted, baby? You like it when Sir licks your pussy like this?" I moan, writhing on the table. A little scream escapes me when I feel you slowly pushing a finger into my pussy, wiggling it into my tight hole. My hips start rocking against your face, I feel you chuckle and moan as you tongue me and fuck me with your finger. I'm whimpering now, my hips bucking more wildly. Pressure is building inside of me and I feel like I'm about to rip in half! You grab my bucking hips and slam them down, pinning them to the table, and furiously eat me and finger fuck me while I cum wildly, screaming and shaking and clawing your shoulders, my breasts, the edges of the table. I'm shattering into a million pieces and your tongue gives me no mercy! Finally, I break and start to fall back to earth. You're licking me gently now, soothingly. After a few moments, my breathing levels out and you sit up on the table next to me. I'm still shaking and you pull me to you for a long, deep kiss. I can taste myself on you. "How was that, baby girl? Did you enjoy it?" I blush. "Oh, yes Sir. Very much." You chuckle. "Would you like to play some more?" I nod. "Would you like me to fuck your pussy?" I nod again. "Uh uh.....you have to ask nicely, like a good girl." I smile. "Please professor, fuck my pussy." You laugh. "Very good." The Sculpture Ch. 03 I'm still quivering from a few moments ago, still feeling vulnerable and hot and sated, all at once. I want to laugh and cry and scream and sleep, but mostly, I want to feel more of what you can do to me. You pull yourself up on the worktable next to me and tell me to lay back again. "Spread your legs like I told you." I do, remembering to bend my knees and slide my heels as far toward my hips as I can, fully exposing my throbbing, wet pussy to you. You grin wickedly, your eyes never leaving my pussy as you lean in as before and blow gently, teasingly over me. "I want you to lick your hands and play with your tits." I look at you, questioningly. You look me dead in the eye and say very clearly with a slight edge to your tone, "Lick your hands and play with your tits." I do it, watching you watch me as my tongue slides up each palm and then I move my hands to my breasts. I massage them slowly, gently, and you start to flick your finger over my clit while you watch. "Roll your nipples between your fingers. Yeah, just like that. Good girl." I, too, am watching my fingers play with my nipples. I can't seem to look anywhere else. You lean over me and gently slide your index finger over my bottom lip. "Suck my finger off. I want you to taste yourself." I take your finger into my mouth, sucking on it and still rolling my nipples. "Make my finger good and wet, baby. That's it...good girl." You pull your wet finger out of my mouth and return it to my clit where the added moisture helps your finger to trace smooth, firm, quick circles over it. I feel a familiar tightening taking place in my stomach and pelvis and my hips are arching forward, pressing my clit closer to your finger. My breathing is becoming more ragged. I'm pinching my nipples now and arching my hips, my head thrown back and my eyes shut tightly. The shaking starts in my legs again. I feel you shift between my legs, sitting on your knees there and leaning over me. You slide one hand under my hips and use it to adjust my angle, the other hand continues to tease my sensitive, now throbbing clit. I'm whimpering and biting my bottom lip. "Oh, does the Good girl like this?" you ask playfully, gently. I nod. "Answer me!" You command. "Y—yesssssss, Sir." My voice is hoarse and unfamiliar. I ache with the need to explode. Finally, just as I'm about to fall off of that cliff, you move your hand so that you are holding both of my hips. "Look at me!" I open my eyes and do as you commanded. "Look at my cock." I do, and I tremble. It's poised, high and ready, at the edge of my pussy. "Take your hand and put me where I want to be like a Good girl." I reach down, still on the edge and desperate, and grab your cock. I place the thick head of you in between my wet pussy lips. "Now, ask me nicely to please fuck you. Look me in the eye and mean it." I swallow, my throat dry. "Please, Professor." I gasp, as you lean forward slightly, your cock grazing my clit. "Please, Professor." My hips are arching as high as they can, desperate to draw you into me. You laugh at me, moving slightly to tease my clit again, still not entering. "I dunno...didn't really sound sincere to me." You move again. I'm shaking violently and only know that I need you inside of me! My hands slide down to your hips and I scream, "Fuck me, Professor! Put your cock in my pussy!" I grab your ass and pull as hard as I can. I hear you laughing as you enter me with one swift, long stroke. I feel the barrier of my virginity break, but nothing can stop this ride we're on. You stop, waiting for my body to adjust to your size. Then, oh so slowly, you start to move inside of me. "Ooooooooooh, Yes!" My delighted, lusty moan rings out. I'm meeting each of your stokes with the arch of my hips. You lean down and fasten your mouth onto my nipple and suck. "Mmmmmmm." I tunnel my finger up into your hair, locking you against me. I reach down between us and let my fingers rest gently on the side of my pussy, feeling your cock as it slides in and out. I moisten my finger with the juices I find and begin to rub my clit as you thrust into me further and further. Just as I'm about to cum again, you pull your head off of my breast and grab my hips tightly in your hands again. You hold me firmly in place and start to pound me, thrusting like a piston. I'm moaning and writhing and screaming like a banshee, my legs going around your waist to pull you into me. I look past your shoulder and I can see us in the mirror. My red strappy shoes crossed behind your thrusting ass, our bodies wild as we fuck. You're groaning now and I'm moaning and I watch us fucking and suddenly it's all too much for me. Digging my nails into your back and pumping for all I'm worth, I cum like a geyser, like a fucking rocket, screaming. I can only hear the roar of blood in my ears, the guttural sound of my scream, and dimly in the background, I hear you yell out. "Oh, fuck yessss! Aaahh!" And then I feel the wonder of you coming inside of me. The muscles in my pussy milk your thick, strong cock as it fills me with your cum, drawing out every last drop.. Gradually, you cease your thrusting and we lay there, limp in each other's arms on the work table, you still inside of me. After a moment, I start to chuckle. You look up at me, amused. "Professor, about that sculpture?" You arch an eyebrow in question. "I think I may have found some inspiration."