6 comments/ 35873 views/ 6 favorites After Class By: Madabouthair The hand holding the felt-tipped pen often trembled a little bit, one of the many indications that Martha Everett was no spring chicken any more, but the shaking was very noticeable now. The sixty-one year old teacher had been grading papers but she had been staring at the one before her for over a minute. The widow was paralyzed in a way. Too frightened to do anything but sit at her desk and shake, afraid to look over at the man who was standing a couple of feet to her right. Martha had already taken a brief glimpse in the young man's direction before jerking her head away and back to the papers, unable to believe what was happening even though what was going on was just what the janitor had promised. In Martha's purse were the notes the man had left over the last few weeks, simple little yellow squares that had started out so sweet and innocent but had evolved into messages so crude and explicit that they made the hair on the back of the teacher's neck stand up straight. Who did he think she was, Martha wondered, but the fact of the matter was that she hadn't objected even though bringing any of the notes to the school administration would have cost the janitor his job. She hadn't though and instead had taken to saving them, and was now following his instructions. The clothes Martha was wearing, a simple sleeveless peach colored dress that wasn't something she would usually wear this late in the fall, she wore because the janitor had told her to in the latest note. She had read it after finding it in the top drawer of her desk like all the others, and instead of crumpling it up and throwing it in the trash she had done what he asked. "Wear that peach dress tomorrow," it had read, and he had even misspelled the word tomorrow on the crudely written note. "You got sexy legs for a lady your age. You got nice arms - I like the hairs on your forearms. Bet that means you got a hairy cunt too. I like that." Those hairs the janitor had referred to, long downy hairs that covered Martha's arms from the wrist up to her elbows, were standing up straight under her goose bump riddled skin as she sat there in stunned silence. Everything that was going on was wrong and totally out of character, and all she had to do was to get up from the desk and run out the door, or just scream and it would be over. Martha didn't though, and now the janitor was there just like he said he would be. He knew she stayed late every school day, mostly because there was no rush to get home to an empty house, and she knew that the chances were that there was nobody else in the building this late. Nobody but a sixty-one year old teacher and a janitor that was less than half her age. A silly and lonely old woman who was wearing clothes a janitor told her to wear and who had left the door of her classroom open as she always did. The door of the classroom was now closed, and Martha had heard the click of the lock the janitor had turned after closing it. The small rectangular window was covered with a little poster which served the purpose of blocking the view of passersby during classes so as not to disturb the students was now doing the same thing. The ticking of the clock on the wall over the door was so loud it was deafening, although the way Martha's heart was pounding it seemed that was just as audible. Neither of them had spoken, with the janitor content to just stand there and wait for Martha to do something. Lester Riddle was the janitor's name and Martha suspected that he wasn't nearly as nervous as she was. He was just standing there in his uniform, drab gray work shirt and matching pants that the school had issued, along with steel-toed work boots and a worn baseball cap that covered a black skull that was smooth as a billiard ball. Nothing out of the ordinary there, although there was one variation he had made. His penis was exposed. Martha had glanced over when she felt the janitor's presence beside her, and although she had averted her eyes it wasn't until after she had stared at the vulgar sight for far long than a prim and proper woman would. Even staring down at the exam papers Martha could still see the image of that enormous penis just dangling brazenly out of the fly of his trousers. Absurdly long and thick, just like one of the janitor's vulgar notes had suggested. "Bet you haven't gotten fucked in years," that note had said, a message that Martha had memorized. "Bet you would like to feel my big black cock in that hairy pussy of yours. Bet you never had a man as big as me, and I knows you want it too." How a man could have the nerve to expose himself like that, Martha thought as the pen shook in her wrinkled pale fingers? To just stand there like this and not even flinch, just waiting for her to do something while he stood with his hands on his hips and that enormous flaccid penis hanging out like that. The janitor wasn't circumsized. Neither was Martha's late husband, but while the love of her life certainly hadn't been cheated in that department, what Martha was used to over the course of more than three wonderful decades bore little resemblance to the monstrosity a couple of feet to her left. It was more like an elephant's trunk, as black as coal with a network of veins leading up to the bulbous glans hidden by the long foreskin, and it appeared to be flaccid as well. Martha's eyes were now closed but she could still see it in her mind and could not get the image out of her mind. "What," Martha finally said, her eyes still closed and her head pointing down, and her voice was more like a whisper and bearing no resemblance to her usual speaking voice. "What is it you want Lester?" As she spoke Martha realized how stupid that must have sounded because while the janitor's notes had left little doubt what he was looking for, his actions after entering the room made his intentions crystal clear. "Same thing you want I reckon, Miss Everett," Came the voice so deep that it didn't seem possible it came from a man not much taller or heavier than the widow was. "No reason to be scared." "I'm not scared," Martha heard herself respond, although the quiver in her voice and her trembling hands were sending another message all together. "Well then?" Lester Riddle said, and although Martha was still looking down at her desk her eyes were open and her perheprihal vision allowed her to see that the janitor had his hand on his penis and was wiggling it at her, stretching the flaccid organ out towards her. "You know you want it." "I can't," Martha said, the words coming out like she was standing in a freezer. "Yes you can," Lester was saying, and as he reached over and touched to back of her chair and spun it slowly until she had no choice but to face him he added, "You can and you will." "Please Lester," Martha asked. "Let's just pretend this never happened." "Can't do that Miss Everett," Lester said, and the teacher knew he was right because there was no way she would ever forget any of this. His long black fingers reached down and took Martha's chin, raising her face up from what she had been staring at and forcing her to look him in the eye. Martha's glasses were slightly askew and a few strands of her reddish brown hair - that hue now only because of coloring - had fallen down in her face but she could still clearly and knew what the janitor wanted her to do. "Just you and me here, Miss Everett," the janitor said as his right hand brushed the hair from away from her cheek while his left hand brought his penis to her face. "Stick your tongue out for me. Just lick it. Not so bad, is it?" Martha had stuck her tongue out and had first pressed it against the crinkled edge of his foreskin before letting it slide inside the cocoon where she felt the gooey tip of his manhood. The taste was tart and the scent that filled her nostrils was not a floral bouquet but the aroma of a man who had been working all evening. "Open wide," the janitor instructed, and the spinster had complied as if she was the student and Lester was the teacher. Her mouth stretched wide, so much so that her jaws ached as he eased his huge member between her lips - lips that hadn't experienced this in years - and she felt her glasses being taken off of her head and onto the exam papers. That same black hand was now cradling the back of her head and easing her face closer. "That's it Miss Everett. You like my big black dick, don't you?" he asked, not expecting an answer as he looked down at Martha, her eyes fixed on the shaft of his tool mostly hidden by his trousers as her cheeks hit the teeth of his zipper. "Let's get this out of the way." The janitor's hand deftly undid his trousers and let them fall to the floor, and after he unsnapped his worn boxers shorts they dropped down his skinny legs as well, exposing his entire manhood and the tight patch of curls above the tree-trunk like base of his cock. "Hold it for me," Lester said as he took Martha's wrist and raised it up, placing it on the bottom of the shaft and encouraging her to grip it, although her pale wrinkled fingers barely got halfway around the thick spongy tool. "There you go." There I go, Martha thought. If she had ever seen a student of hers in the position she found herself in the teacher would have been disgusted and would have considered anyone doing this a pig. What kind of a slut would do this? Performing fellatio on a man she didn't really know anything about, other than the fact that he couldn't spell and seemed to think that anything he wanted her to do, she would. And she was. Martha's lips, reluctantly at first, were now moving up and down the head of the janitor's penis. The teacher's saliva was now making the end of his enormous organ glisten while many more inches of the monstrosity remained dry in her grasp, and she could feel the blood beginning to flow through the hot flesh as his penis got even longer and thicker as it began to stiffen. "So good," the janitor muttered as he put his hand on Martha's wrist and slid it up her forearm, causing the long downy hairs to flutter in the wake of his bony black fingers. "Suck that cock. Make me big and hard. That's it." Martha shuddered as his hand gliding up her bicep created another wave of goose bumps, and she nearly slid of her chair when Lester's fingers slid under her upraised arm and began to stroke the faint peach fuzz in her moist armpit. "Bet you wet everywhere, Miss Everett," the janitor sighed as his fingers continued to rub the teacher's underarm, and Martha knew he was right because she could feel her long dormant sex practically dripping between her legs. I'm not Miss Everett, Martha wanted to say. I'm Mrs. Everett, even though Arthur is no longer. What would he think of her if he could see her now? He had urged her on his death bed to find somebody new and not spend the rest of her life alone, but he surely didn't mean anything like this. "No," Martha said as she pulled her mouth off of the janitor's penis when she felt the zipper at the back of her neck being coaxed down, but she was helpless to stop him. "Not here." "Got to have you," Lester was saying as he lifted the frail woman to her feet while pulling her dress off, his now erect penis bouncing obscenely in front of him and looking nearly as long as the ruler on the teacher's desk. The ruler, along with the papers and a couple of books, were sent to the floor with a sweep of the janitor's hand and now the pale white woman's bra was coming off. the cups of the padded harness were replaced by Lester's rough hands. Martha felt shsme at the way her once perky small breasts now hung downward, but if the janitor minded her certainly didn't show it. He was rough, pulling and squeezing the diminutive cones and making the plump nipples swell while he kissed Martha like an animal, his thick soft lips crushing Martha's as his tongue forced its way in her mouth. The janitor was like an octopus, his hands seemingly everywhere as her flesh was clawed and her pantyhose were getting yanked down, and as the room spun around the teacher she felt herself being lifted onto the table, the cold wood against her bare back. "Oh yeah, I knew you had a hairy pussy," Lester cackled as her spread Martha's skinny thighs apart and ran her gingers through her pubic hair, the black fingers raking though the thick bush of reddish brown hair with a few stands of grey sprinkled in the damp forest. "Please don't hurt me," Martha begged as she saw the janitor move up against the desk and between her open thighs, his gigantic monolith now looking angry as the plum-sized head of his organ was being rubbed in the fold of her sex. "Just relax Miss Everett," Lester grinned as he forced the glans into a pussy that felt as tight as a virgin's, and her garbled scream only inflamed the janitor ever more as his huge manhood tore into the teacher's long neglected pussy. That's it, take it all." "Hurts!" Martha sobbed as a tear trickled down the side of her face, but she wasn't pushing the janitor away but was clawing at his shirt, tearing it off as the buttons ripped off and sprayed all over the floor. Now Martha's hands were clawing the ebony skin that was glistening with sweat, his sleek trim body smooth except for an old knife scar on his shoulder and an indecipherable tattoo on his chest. Her nails dug into Lester's rock hard flesh as he began to thrust hard and fast into Martha, and although the searing pain of his massive manhood probing deep into previously uncharted territory brought tears to the teacher's eyes she found herself imploring the janitor to go harder and deeper. The power of Lester's brutal thrusting was sending the desk across the room into little jerks, the squeaking of the legs on the linoleum sounding a little like Martha's flesh rubbing against the wood of the desktop. "Tell me you how much love it!" Lester was imploring the teacher as he loomed above her like an enraged bull while grunting in rhythm with the pounding of his cock. "Tell me how much you love my big black cock." Martha looked up wild-eyed at the janitor, her eyes blazing as words spewed out of her, language that she had never even considered using before. Lester roared at the vulgarities and lifted the tiny woman up from the desk, carrying her over to the wall where he pinned her with the force of his body and began to thrust into the little woman so hard that the wall shook. Martha cried out, digging her teeth into the wiry shoulder of the janitor as her orgasm roared through her body, and as her body convulsed in his grasp she flailed her arms, her hand crashing into the window blinds as her pussy contracted around the thick flesh inside of her. After her body stopped shaking the janitor carried her nearly limp body back onto the table, and when Martha looked down and saw that Lester hadn't cum and his huge member was waving around in front of him she wanted to tell him that she couldn't take much more of this. before she could speak however, Lester was spreading her legs and pushing his penis back inside of her. Like a machine the janitor resumed his long and deep thrusts into the elderly woman's pussy, her balls slapping against her crotch as the table bumped up against the wall, providing a back-beat as Lester's sweat splattered all over Martha's pale skin. The janitor's long black fingers grabbed the teacher's breasts by the nipples and pulled them upwards, stretching the loose skin as he gently twisted the fat pegs. Despite the pain Martha found herself coming again, and after grabbing the sides of the desk so tightly her fingers ached she watched Lester's face contort as he groaned while his hot seed filled Martha's pussy. After Lester's deflating cock slithered out of the teacher's aching pussy he stepped back to look at her ravaged pussy, his cum oozing out of the hairy grotto as the older woman's thighs quivered. The janitor put on his clothes while Martha struggled to sit upright. "I'm sorry," Martha said when she saw that Lester's work shirt was missing all of the buttons. "I can take it home and sew them back on." "Okay," the janitor said as he pulled it off. "Got another one in my locker." "Let me find the buttons," Martha said as she got off the table, her legs almost giving out as her sex screamed its discomfort, and after she had retrieved them she looked at her clothes strewn around the room. You're a slut, Martha Everett, she thought as she quickly put on her clothes before the janitor could see her 61 year old body without him being in heat. What did you just do? "Weekend coming up," Lester said as he watched the teacher putting her dress back on. "I live at 53 Grand Street. Second floor. Come on down so we can fuck in a bed." "I don't know - I mean I'm not sure I can..." "53 Grand," Lester repeated. "Second floor. Don't come too early. About 7 will be right. Bring a bottle. I like Hennessey." "I'm not sure..." "You'll be there," Lester said as he put the teacher's desk back where it belonged, and just like that he was gone. At home later, Martha sewed the buttons back onto the shirt and as she did she replayed the evening in her mind. Her insides were sore and raw, the result of being savaged my the janitor and his monstrous organ, and as she thought back she raised the shirt to her face and inhaled the pungent aroma coming from the still moist garment. "That was just one time," Martha declared as she resumed sewing. "One crazy senior moment. You're entitled. Now back to reality." *** Epilogue. The neighborhood was appalling, the buildings as decrepit as many of the people wandering around them. Martha was out of place here and as she scurried up the stairs of 53 Grand Street she ignored the catcalls from the kids across the street. Martha tapped on the door of the dump, clutching the paper bag that held the cognac, and when the door opened Lester was standing there smiling in a wife-beater t-shirt and faded boxers. As he took the package and let the teacher into the shabby apartment Martha abruptly stopped when she saw there was somebody else in the apartment. "Oh - I'm sorry," Martha stammered. "I didn't know you had company. I'll..." "No, that's my cousin Raheem," Lester said as the tall, husky black man rose from the couch. "I told him all about you. He was in one of your classes about ten years ago, and when I mentioned your name he said he had a crush on you back in the day." "Still looking fine Mrs. Everett," Raheem said, her booming voice filling the room like his massive frame did as he approached his old teacher. "Let's have a drink and relax," Lester declared as he stood behind Martha and blocked her slow retreat, his hands coming around the skinny woman to cup her breasts through her clothing. "Me and Raheem - we gonna show you a real good time." "Please," Martha whimpered as she felt Lester's penis rubbing into her backside while Raheem came up to her and slipped her massive black hand under the waistband of her slacks and inside her panties. "You right my man," Raheem declared. "Mrs. Everett does have a hairy pussy. Hairy and wet too. We gonna have a hell of a night." *** thank you for reading After Class All parties are over 18. ***** She was lounging in her living room, nude, enjoying the solitude and the almost naughty feeling of strutting around her house completely naked. Like most days, she was feeling an underlying current of sexual energy, frustration that was waiting to be released. She was sitting in the living room, facing the windows and sliding doors, eyes shut, listening to some music and enjoying her own thoughts. Absentmindedly, her hands stroked her breasts, circling the nipples and lightly rolling the tips between her fingers, a soft smile played across her lips and her heart fluttered. Her hands traveled down her body, finally coming to rest at her cunt. She stroked the hairs, feeling the slight moisture at the top of her slit. She bit her lip and dipped her finger in between her pussy lips, gently flicking her finger across her clit. A sigh escaped her lips, and her other hand cupped her breast, squeezing the heavy flesh. She felt the sudden change in air pressure that meant the slider had opened. She began to open her eyes, to cover herself, and to stand and run to the bedroom. Before she could fully extend her legs into standing, the man had her out of the chair and pinned onto the carpet. Her eyes opened, above her, gripping both her wrists in his massive hand, was a man with dark features. She recognized him as a local man she had seen around the gas station. He used his other hand to cover her mouth, telling her in a deep voice to be quiet, and he'd be nice to her. His hand was removed from her mouth, and she licked her lips - tasting the sweat of his hand on them. She began to shiver when he noticed his eyes were taking in her naked tits, heaving from her breath, the nipples jutting into points. His eyes moved back up to her face, and he reached forward and cupped one of her breasts. She inhaled, arching her back to press herself firmly into his palm. Her hands closed into fists above her head, and as he pinched her nipple, she let out a moan. "You like this, huh?" He asked, and she suddenly became aware of his hard dick pressing against her stomach. "You walk around naked, think I wouldn't see you?" He ran his hand to her other breast, feeling the weight of it, and finally twisting that nipple between his fingers. Her pussy contracted, and she moved her hips with an involuntary motion. He grinned, reached into his back pocket, and removed a length of rope. Deftly he had her wrists in a snug restraint, and began running both his hands on her breasts roughly, "Yeah, I've been waiting for this day, to get to feel this..." Her heart was beating fast, and her pussy was already wet, she couldn't help but wonder if he would fuck her. He got off her chest, and quickly removed his own clothing. He was tall, and solidly built. As soon as she saw his thick, long cock surrounded by dark pubic hair, she pressed her thighs together in an attempt to appease her cunt. He stood over her for a moment, looking at her body, letting her embarrassment mount, finally her trembling wrists came down in a feeble attempt to cover herself. Immediately he had sat down in the chair, and yanked her across his lap. SWAT - he brought his hand down against her backside, and she jumped and squealed. "Don't you try to cover up, I know you're a slut, and I want to see you." He said, and promptly brought his hand against her again. This time his hand landed on her pussy and her ass, and instead of a squeal, she moaned. "Yeah, you are a slut. I know you like it." He was running his hands across her backside, making her shudder and press herself into his hands. Suddenly his fingers found her cunt, and she stopped moving, holding her breath. "Already wet," his fingers were at the opening of her cunt, lightly dipping into her, but disappearing much too soon. He spanked her again, "slut! Such a slut." He pushed her off of his lap, and she fell to her knees, using her tied hands to catch herself. She had no time to prepare herself, she just felt his huge hands grab her hips, and felt his huge member shoving into her. She moaned, she spread her knees farther apart to stretch her pussy to accommodate him, but his dick was huge, and she wasn't prepared to take it. Her moans were mixed with soft cries of pain. "Yeah," he grunted, "fucking tight, how do you like this cock?" He shoved his dick fully inside her, making her bite out a groan. He fucked her from behind, each thrust in felt like it was tearing her pussy, but it was delicious too. Soon enough she found his rhythm and began to push into him, help him fuck her deeper. Her cunt was getting wetter, and she could hear her cunt each time he rammed into her. "Oh!" She gasped, feeling her orgasm suddenly upon her, "oh fuck!" she squealed into the living room as her pussy came around him. She collapsed forward, his dick sliding from her wet hole. He sat in the chair, and watched her wet pussy as she lay, ass up, in front of him. "Come here slut," he said, delighted that he could see her pussy twitch when he called her a slut. She groaned and pushed herself up to her knees, turning to face him. Her face and bosom were flushed, her gaze was immediately drawn to his dick. "Get over here and suck me," he said, gripping his dick and beginning to stroke it. Without fully realizing that she was doing it, she began to shuffle across to him on her knees, licking her lips and watching how he pulled at his cock. Finally she was kneeling in front of him, her bound hands hanging in front of her, her eyes glued to the movements of his hands, her lips shiny because her tongue kept creeping out to touch them. Tentatively, she began to lean forward. Finally her eyes flicked up to his face, and she blushed and faltered when she saw he was smiling at her, watching her. "C'mon slut," he said softly, "show me how slutty you are." She took his dick in her mouth as far as she could. Tasting her cum, his own taste, and feeling the head of his cock deeply imbedded in her throat. She gasped around his dick, tears springing to her eyes, her breath coming in hard bursts through her nose. Slowly she eased off his dick, letting her lips and tongue play along his length, then slowly took his dick as deep as she could. He grunted, and brought his hands up to her shoulders, holding her body close to his. She sucked on the head of his dick, running her tongue around it, using her mouth to tease him and taste him. Her hands had reached up, seemingly on their own, and even though they were bound, she had his dick gripped, and was rubbing it as she worked on his tip with her mouth. She looked up, and groaned when she saw that he was looking at her; watching her slave and slobber on his dick. "Yeah slut, you know how to suck my dick, mmmm" Driven on by his words, she gagged herself on his dick, feeling his thick member invading her mouth. She looked at him, loving that he was looking at her while his cock was buried in her mouth. His dick twitched in her mouth, and she swallowed around it. * * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * * They were wasting a day, the end of the school year was coming, so there was no real new coursework do be done. They were listening to music, drawing, discussing bands... just spending time hanging out with each other. She happened to glance up, saw him sitting across the room, and decided to draw his profile. Sometimes she liked to draw her students, as they were focusing on their work, when they didn't know she was sketching them. She drew his profile, thinking to herself about the way his strong nose ran down to his soft lips. His dark, serious, borderline "bad boy" style was always something she had been attracted to, and while her sketch was innocent enough, her thoughts were plagued by an underlying friction and warmth, a yearning. After it was complete, they all looked at it and in the course of their discussions, he stated "You drew me last year, I still have it." Her heart skipped as she looked into his silver blue eyes, it always made her heart trip faster when he was looking directly into her eyes. She found some excuse about how she had forgotten, and that she liked to draw sketches of students sometimes - trying to brush it off. Eventually the topic moved onto something else, but she was left feeling flustered and ashamed. Embarrassed because a young man had looked into her eyes and held her gaze for almost a few seconds. Later on, as they typically did, her students were suggesting music to play. He suggested a song from a band she already knew. They had already established that they listened to much of the same music, liked the same artists. She obliged, looking up the song and playing it for them. As the opening chords started, deep, dark and pulsing, she felt her body react. She made the mistake of looking up into his face, saw that he was watching her. Her heart fluttered, and she couldn't help but feel like her pussy gave an involuntary spasm. She averted her eyes, and listened to the rest of the song, letting it wash over her. __ After school, as she was leaving, she saw him walking home by himself. As she usually did when she saw someone walking, she pulled up beside him and offered to give him a ride. He got in the car, and she did her best to pretend everything was normal when she was so aware of his body next to hers. For a moment she sat, then put the car into gear and asked him to navigate her. They arrived to his house shortly, after all, he only lived up the street. She parked in front of his house, and turned to him to say goodbye. He was watching her. Looking at her with a strange mix of challenge and hope in his eyes. His eyes flicked down to her lips as she licked them nervously, waiting for him to say "Thanks" and get out. He smiled slightly, almost a smirk as he watched her tongue dart out across her lips. She felt her cunt give a jolt as he looked at her, and he finally said, "You know, if you wanted... I have that CD, you can come in and grab it, if you want." She was instantly thrilled at the chance of spending more time with him, teasing herself with his presence, so she agreed. They entered the house, and he told her to follow him. She followed him through the living room, and down a hallway, until he stopped at the last door, gesturing for her to enter before him. She walked past him into the doorway. Immediately he was pressing against her from behind. She gasped out loud, but not out of fear, as his hands wrapped around her torso and roughly fondled her breasts, the gasp turned into a moan. His face was buried in her neck, his hands gripping her through her shirt and bra, when she moaned he tweaked her nipples, which had gotten hard the moment he cupped her breasts. "I was hoping you would react like this.." he whispered in her ear, his hands finally running down the front of her shirt and touching her naked skin, he pressed his groin against her ass, and she couldn't help but rub herself excitedly against his stiff cock. "I've been thinking about you at night, the way you lean over in front of me when you help me, I've been waiting to touch these tits." She moaned aloud again, and with disbelief, found her own hands running up her body to urge on his, to push them here, to guide them back to her swollen tips. He roughly spun her around and pushed her down onto the bed. He quickly turned to put on some music, ironically, the band he had been telling her about, then climbed on next to her. She lay back willingly, not saying anything, but watching him and breathing heavy. He leaned into her, finally possessing her mouth with his. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and reached down to cup her cunt with his hand. She gasped and moaned into his mouth, and writhed against his hand, willing him to apply more friction, more pressure. He pulled away enough to look down at her, the smirk back on his face. Quickly, he stripped her of her shirt and bra, then pushed down her pants and underwear. His eyes raked down her, and she felt herself burning as she blushed. Her hands timidly went to cover herself, but he immediately took them in his hands and held them away, he looked at her breasts, then astonished her by leaning down and gently scraping his teeth across one jutting peak. She strained against his hands, moaning and throwing her head from side to side. As he tasted her breasts and rained kisses and soft bites all over them, he drew one hand down her body to her aching pussy. She jumped as soon as he touched her, and her ears and cheeks flushed when he heard his soft inhale of breath as he touched her. She was soaking wet, almost dripping with her excitement. He suddenly jammed his finger into her cunt without warning - she cried out and bucked against his hand. "Already wet, oh my god.." he pushed another finger into her, then a third. He brought his thumb up to touch her clit, and she moaned and ground her hips into his hand, unable to stop herself. Her hands came to her own breasts and she cupped them and tweaked her nipples. "You're just a slut. I knew you were." He started moving his fingers in and out of her, fucking her, filling her pussy and making her moan each time he eased his fingers into her. Slowly he watched his fingers pushing into her cunt, he was smirking again as she fucked herself on his fingers, twisting her nipples and biting her lip. "How long have you wanted to fuck me?" He asked, his fingers snug inside her. He held them still when he asked, and smiled when he felt her pussy tighten involuntarily around him. He shoved them deeper into her, and she groaned into her fist, "Huh? How long have you wanted to let me see this pussy, feel it wet and gripping me, see your tits bouncing?" His words were punctuated by his fingers, fucking her until she was cumming, squeezing her cunt on his fingers, moaning and crying out, her pussy wet and excited and hot as she exploded. Before her orgasm could even fade the haze from her eyes, she felt him kneeling beside her chest, unbuckling and removing his pants. He looked down at her with his engorged cock in his hand. She tried not to look at it directly, but her eyes were drawn to it nevertheless. She licked her lips as she looked at it. His dick stood stiff, and he stroked it in front of her face a few times. Each time he brought it closer and closer to her lips, almost teasing her. She felt herself reaching up to taste his cock, and he said "Say you're a slut." His hand was stroking his dick, inches from her face, and she blinked and blushed. "Say it. Admit you want this dick." He was fucking himself with his hand, faster and faster, and her eyes were drawn again to his dick, wanting so badly to lick it, suck it, taste his excitement, and ultimately, feel it deep in her pussy. "I.." she started quietly, ashamed that she was responding at all, but her body was singing, her pussy was wet and hot and so needy, she barely said the rest above a whisper, "...I want it." "Say it." She groaned, her cunt tightening when he said it. She closed her eyes, lay still. She felt his dick rub against her lips, a soft brush, and she immediately opened her mouth. He pulled away. She squirmed and moaned, her cunt throbbing. She heard him chuckle. "Tell me you're a slut." He commanded. She had to open her eyes, look up at him, see him looking at her with that knowing smile. Her heart beat wildly and her hands were moving over her breasts on their own, "I'm a slut." She breathed. "Mmm," he said, stroking his cock again, bringing it up closer to her mouth, "suck it, I've been thinking about you sucking my dick." Immediately she opened her mouth and took his dick in, bringing it so deep into her mouth that she gagged. She slid back off it, ran her tongue over his head, then drew his dick again deeply into her mouth. She looked up to see him smiling down at her, watching her please his cock with her mouth. She moaned and took his dick deeper, trying to swallow it, using her tongue to rub his shaft while the head was ticked at the back of her throat. She pulled back gasping, only to find his hands gripping her head, forcing her to take his dick into her mouth, again and again, using it like he would fuck a pussy. Finally he pushed her off of his dick. She moaned and licked her lips, they were red and slightly swollen from being pulled and stretched around his cock. "I want to taste you" he said, and she blushed and shut her eyes. It was agonizing. She lay, pussy wet and ready to be fucked, tasting his dick on her lips... waiting. Finally she opened her eyes, he was kneeling between her legs, gazing at her open hole. She moaned and immediately tried to push her knees together. His hands were firm as they pushed them apart. She moaned aloud, feeling the heat coming off of her cunt, embarrassed but so thrilled at knowing his eyes were looking at her; open, exposed. She shut her eyes again, breathlessly waiting... "Beg me to lick you, slut." His breath was hot against her cunt, each word a blast of warm air against her. Her hands were again playing with her tits, caressing them, squeezing them, and gently twisting the nipples between her fingers. She moaned and couldn't help but try to raise her pussy to his face. "Beg me. Ask me to fuck you with my tongue and taste your cum." "Oh god" she cried out, eyes shut, breathing heavy, "oh my god I want that. Please, please fuck me." She jumped as if shocked when his tongue parted her pussy lips, running down her slit and then back up to her clit. "So wet, you taste just like a slut," he said, then forced his tongue up inside her. She moaned, pressing her cunt against his face and lips, playing with her breasts as he fucked her. He ran his tongue up to her clit, and using his hands, spread her lips apart so her clit and hole were raw and exposed. His tongue expertly swirled around her clit, teasing her, flicking her, then darting down to her hole to lap at her cum. He bit gently on her lips, then fastened his lips around her clit, sucking it. She gripped his head with her hands, pulling his mouth tighter onto her cunt, moaning and grinding as his lips and tongue played with her. He played with her until she was crying out and writing against him. Cumming against his lips, into his mouth, her pussy throbbing. She moaned and lay back, her body fully relaxed. He was watching her, stroking his dick as she lay, dreamily touching her breasts, a soft smile playing around her lips, her color flushed and her pussy wet and ready. "Did you cum slut?" he asked. Her pussy twitched as he said it, excited by being called out for exactly what she was. She groaned and pressed her knees together. He reached out and thrust a finger into her sated cunt, making it tighten and setting her to gasp and open her eyes, "Oh!" she exclaimed, "mmm, oh yeah." She began grinding against his hand, her own holding his hand there, over her pussy. "Ready to cum again already?" He held up his fingers, wet with her cum. As she watched him, he brought his fingers up to his lips and sucked them clean. She moaned and felt her own hands against her pussy, rubbing her clit frantically. "Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick. "I," she gasped, closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words, "I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me." He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pulling on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him. He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her. She cried out and tightened around his dick, "Oh god, yes, fuck me." She moaned out. After Class He let go of her hair, and she let her head drop forward as he began fucking her. Her pussy felt so delicious the way he was drawing his dick out, letting her feel the length of him, before ramming it back into her. He suddenly pulled out and spanked her, a small yet firm smack against her ass and her pussy. She cried out, but her clit was throbbing and her pussy was dripping and she was moaning, moving her ass back and forth, begging him to fuck her again, to touch her again. "Please," she moaned, one hand snaking back to finger her clit, her pussy aching and open, "please fuck me again!" she cried. He rammed his dick back into her, fucking her hard and deep until she was exploding around his dick, crying out with no thought to who might hear, just reveling in her pussy being used and filled by his dick. He kept his dick deep inside her, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her firmly, touching the back of her cunt. His dick was throbbing inside her, and she moaned and squirmed against it. He spanked her lightly, and she immediately stopped moving, although she moaned and panted. He ran his hands over her ass, gripping it with his dick deep in her. He spanked her again, feeling her pussy spasm on his dick when his hand came down against her. She squealed, and though she tried to stay still, her body began rocking back against him, pushing her soaking pussy against him. He leaned forward and gripped her hair again, making her cunt squeeze him as he rammed it into her again and again. She cried out over and over, each time he rammed his dick deep into her, pulling her hair and making her cunt cum against him, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" He let her pussy throb around his dick, then pulled out and flipped her over. She lay back, eyes closed, panting, her cunt wet with her cum. She felt him come up beside her again, and felt his dick at her mouth. Obediently she opened her lips and took his dick, tasting her cunt, and his semen mixed together. He used her mouth, and she felt his dick getting harder and harder, filling with cum. Finally he slowed and his dick flooded her mouth with cum. It was hot, and she gasped as she swallowed it, again and again, trying to keep it all in her mouth. She felt him withdraw, and she licked her lips and swallowed again, feeling his cum like a hot knot in her throat.