12 comments/ 37715 views/ 3 favorites Lesson Number One By: Scorpio44a [I puzzled over where this story belongs. I'm pretty sure I got it right, even though some readers may disagree. It's not about having sex. Not even a first kiss, most of us got our first kiss on the day we were born. Mark was forty-six when he got his first introduction to "loving." Enjoy.] * "We want to get married!" She stood in front of me and it was pretty evident from her body language and her tone that she really wanted to scream it out. She didn't. The man standing beside her was not looking quite as enthusiastic. He held her hand... no, she held his hand. He was dressed in khaki pants, an Izod pull over shirt and Docksiders. She wore a pull over shirt too, stretched tight across her breasts, that barely reached far enough to touch her white shorts. Her hair was in a pony tail threaded through the hole at the back of her baseball cap. The hat carried the logo of the "Cubs". "Are you making an announcement, asking for an appointment or asking if I'll perform the ceremony?" I asked. "Yes! Will you marry us?" "Possibly. Before we can decide that we need to cross some bridges. Can you meet with me in the next few days?" "I'm free Thursday afternoon and all day Friday. Joel is free Friday afternoon." She said. I started to wonder if he ever spoke. I looked at my calendar. "Ok. I can meet with you Friday at eleven and with you, Joel, at one. Does that work for both of you?" She nodded. Joel finally spoke. "How long will my appointment be?" "Plan on ninety minutes, but it may not take that long. Before you come coordinate your schedules so the following Friday I can meet with both of you, together, for ninety minutes. Any plans you already have, you need to bring with you to the first appointment." "Ok!" She squeezed his hand tighter and then released him. She stepped close to me and gave me a hug. It pressed her ample chest against mine and it lasted exactly long enough for it to register that it was less of a hug than an exhibition of her chest. Then she took his hand, they turned and left my office. I opened a new file in the folder, "Pending Marriages" named "Joel & Tiffany". I made some quick notes and the door to my office opened. My wife Joan walked in, waited until I stopped typing and said, "I don't think you're going to marry them." I rolled my chair back away from my desk and asked, because she wanted me to ask, "Why do you think that?" "He doesn't want to get married. He certainly doesn't want to be married to her." "Then why was he here?" "Guilt!" "About?" "They both grew up in Christian homes. Their parents gave them the "save-it-till-you're--married speech and they listened. Then the hormones and the distance from their parents happened and they did it. Now he feels guilty and marriage is the only way out of the guilt. She's thinking, "It worked!" "Sometimes you are very cynical." "I'll make you a bet." She slid into my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. The first time she did that my heart stopped. That was ten years ago and it stopped for a second every time she kissed me like that. She kissed me quite a few times. My hand slipped up inside her sweater and found one of her mounds. We both heard the front door open and close. We didn't stop what we were doing. A few seconds passed and a male voice said, "I wasn't sure I had found the offices of the Church of Love and Life, but I guess I found it." I looked up and saw Mark Jackson standing in the doorway. Forty-six, starting to go gray, dressed in a suit and looking very business-like. I motioned him to a chair and Joan kissed me again, making a non-verbal promise about the future. She climbed off my lap and closed the office door as she left. "So, my friend, what brings you by?" "How do you do it?" Mark asked. "Ask the question you want the answer to." He paused. "How can I have a life like yours? Joan loves you like no other love I've ever seen, except for your other wife." "You've been around us for three years. What do you see that is different about me?" "Nothing! I'm as good looking as you. I have more money. I don't rent. I own. I wear nice suits." "Maybe what's different isn't about stuff. Forget the stuff. What's different about me from you?" "I don't know." "You lie." "You mean I do know?" "And I mean the difference is you lie. Who was the last woman you told you loved her?" "Ann White." "Did you love her?" "I think so." I hit the intercom, "Honey, can you come in here for a minute?" The door opened and Joan came in, closing the door behind her. I pointed to the other chair in the room. She stuck out her lip for a second and then sat down. "Mark, do you love Joan?" "Love her how?" "Wrong answer." Joan said. "Mark, do you love Joan?" "Yes!" "Tell her." "Joan, I love you." He had turned, faced her and leaned forward about two inches. Joan had watched his face as he spoke. When he stopped she kept looking at him for a few seconds. "Joan, I love you." I said. She smiled. "Did you believe Mark?" "No. He wasn't giving me anything." I spoke. "Mark, she's telling you what's off. You want to get something. You want her to sit in your lap, put her arms around your neck and her tongue down your throat." "And, that's wrong?" "If you want Joan to love you, it's wrong." "I don't get it." "If you were to kiss me, why would you do it?" Joan asked. "I love kissing. I'd love to be able to say I kissed you, even to myself." "What would you be thinking about while I sat in your lap, my arms around your neck and my lips against yours?" "About how you felt in my lap and how great your lips felt. Isn't that what I should feel." "Ask Nick." "Nick?" "I was thinking about what Joan needed from me, how I could make the kisses better for her. Then, when we actually kissed I focused on opening me up to her. Whatever she wants, needs or desires I am hers." "That's why we treat him the way we do. He kisses us often and it's always about being a gift to us. He gets by giving to us. You get by taking. It doesn't even sound good." "Ok. I believe you. It doesn't help. I don't know how to do what you're telling me." "Are you willing to learn?" I asked. "Hell, yes!" "Joan, would you get me a blindfold and a volunteer, please." She smiled and got a blindfold from her desk. She tied it on Mark and made sure he couldn't peek. She left the office. "Mark, someone is going to come into the office and sit in your lap. Leave your hands at your sides. She is going to kiss you. You don't know her. Think about being in the kiss. Her name isn't important. Her looks aren't important. Her career isn't important. What is important is that she can feel you. If you lose focus in the kiss she'll know. If your mind wanders, she'll know. If you think about the possibility of another kiss, she'll know. Just be in the kiss. You want to know who you are kissing? You are kissing God. This is the most powerful spiritual experience of your life. You get to kiss God." Joan had changed clothes and came back in, barefoot. She gently straddled his lap and pressed against his torso. Her finger tips held his face and her lips touched his. I watched his skin color begin to change. His breath changed as well. He forgot to breathe for a time. As the kiss lasted she parted her lips and touched her tongue to his lips. He opened his mouth and his tongue came out. She stood, frowned and walked out of the office. I said, "Take off the blindfold." He did. "That was incredible!" He said. "No. It wasn't. You lost focus and changed to an aggressor. She was giving you a tender, loving gift and you hit it with a hammer!" "Don't women like aggressive men?" "When she wants one, she'll let you know. Her signals were so tender and soft. She used her body to tell you she wanted you to love her, gently, softly, with lavender and roses, not Ben-Gay and ace bandages." "I was thinking about what I wanted." "We all knew that." I paused. "All I ever want is for her to be happy." "That was Joan?" "That is the mantra you must say and believe. All I ever want is for her to be happy." "When her lips touched mine I was happy." "No one cares. Deciding you're happy is a lot like masturbating. It's good, but it isn't the real thing. When her lips touched yours, how did she feel?" "I don't know." "Remember the kiss. Close your eyes. Be there again." I waited. He closed his eyes and waited. When he opened his eyes he looked sad. "I wasn't there for her. I don't know how she felt." I hit the intercom, "Honey, do we have another volunteer?" "Yes. Shall I come in and reblindfold him?" "Please do." She had changed back to the clothes he had seen before. She put the blindfold on and walked out. Carole Nelson walked in. Tiny, by comparison to Joan, Carole was maybe five foot tall and fully dressed might have weighed a hundred pounds. Her hair was maybe half an inch long. To quote her, "I'm as flat as an eleven year old boy." She didn't straddle his lap but sat with both legs hanging off his right leg. She leaned to him and kissed him. Her lips pressed gently on his and his hands twitched. She slowly moved her head just a little and changed her pressure lip to lip. She opened her mouth a little and touched his lips with her tongue. At a minute she broke the kiss and jumped down from his lap. She came to me and we kissed. When she broke the physical connection and walked out Mark was still sitting with the blindfold on. "Take off the blindfold, Mark." He did. I waited. When he opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out. He shut his mouth and I waited. He opened his mouth again and said, "I want to kiss like that. She gave me a gift. She gave me something I didn't even imagine existed." "She focused. She focused all the love in her into kissing you. A year ago she kissed like you. She practices a lot and she's learning how to give." "She can practice with me anytime!" "If you are practicing focusing your love, that might happen. If you ever kiss her to get what she wants to give, she'd probably never kiss you again. When you leave here where are you going?" "I'm having dinner with my brother and his wife." "Do you love them?" "Yeah. He's my brother." "How will you show them you love them?" "Not by kissing!" "How?" "I could pay for dinner." "Rich, show off!" "I could tell them I love them." "What would you say?" "I love you?" "A question?" "I love you!" "They will want to know why." "It sounds lame but because he's my brother and because she loves him." "What is your mantra?" "All I ever want is for her to be loved." "Add your brother." "All I ever want to for them to be loved." "How do you help them be loved?" "I don't know." "Maybe you can ask them how you can help their lives to work, for them." "Ok." "It's five thirty. When do you need to go?" "Now." He stood. "Mark." He stopped. "Come back tomorrow after three." I got up and hugged him. When we let go he said, "I felt it in the hug. You love me." "Go. You want to be early." The next day at five minutes after three Mark was walking into my office. He was in slacks, shirt and tie. He came in and moved towards a chair. I asked, "Do you want the door closed?" "Not necessary. It's fine open." "Ok. So tell me haw it went last night." "Dinner with my brother and his wife? It was strange. I asked them the question you gave me." "What exactly did you ask?" "How can I help your lives to work for you?" "Who answered?" "Matt, my brother. He said he wasn't sure what I was asking. He said his life worked fine, and he could always use more money." "I told them about our conversation yesterday and how my question wasn't really about money, it was about me wanting to have their lives work. I said it was about me wanting a way to love them so they felt loved. We spent a couple hours talking about how their lives could be better." "What did you learn?" "It really isn't about money. Sheryl got to it first. She said that if Matt would rub her feet in the evenings it would improve her life. Matt wanted to know how long she wanted the foot rub to last. She said it wasn't about how long, it was about him wanting to love her that way." "Did he get it?" "No. He offered to get her one of those foot massagers. I offered to hire a massage therapist to come to their house once a week and do her feet. She explained that those things would be nice, but they weren't what she wanted." "What does she want?" "She got a mirror and kissed it. When she handed it to Matt she said, Here's a kiss for you. I pressed my lips to the mirror and left a lip mark. When you kiss the mirror it's like getting a kiss from me." "Did Matt kiss the mirror?" "She had to prod him but he did it. Then he said how it was nothing like a real kiss." "She kissed him and asked if he understood that she doesn't want a foot rub. She wants a foot rub from him. He understood. Then we got back to what I could do for or with them to assist them in having their lives work. On Wednesdays they both have schedules that make being together before eight-thirty or nine in the evening almost impossible. Then they get home and someone needs to take Buster, their dog, for a walk and someone needs to cook and it's ten or later before they have a moment to be together. My Wednesdays are not that crazy. From now on I will walk Buster and make dinner. When they get home they can sit down to dinner, relax together and not have to stress about the dog or cooking." "How do you feel about that?" "Great! I've thought that all I had to offer was money, gifts I buy and my smile. I think this is something new and it could turn into something great." "What are you doing tonight?" I asked. "I have no plans. I'll probably stop somewhere on the way home and eat, then hang out at home." "Come home with us." "Ok. Shall I eat first?" "No. Come hungry. We'll cook dinner together and hang out. I'll enjoy having you around." Mark spoke with Joan and she asked if he minded stopping at the market and picking up a few things for her. She gave him a list and some money. When she gave him the money his mind went to 'I have plenty of money'. His gift was not buying the groceries. It was doing the shopping. He met Nick and Joan at their home. When he parked Amanda came out of the house and helped carry the groceries into the house. Amanda is Nick's other wife. She manages their home and works as an artist. When the bags were on the counter they hugged and Amanda kissed Mark. As her face came closer and closer to his he noticed he fought to maintain control. The normal part of him, the part that always looked for what he could get, wanted to get everything from her kiss. The part in-training wanted to give. He repeated Nick's words in his head, "All I want is for you to get that I love you." When the kiss ended Amanda said, "You're changing. Thank you." They cut veggies and prepared dinner. Joan and Nick arrived and after a few minutes of settling in they joined Mark and Amanda in the kitchen. Dinner was a celebration without a holiday, birthday, anniversary or other "reason". Mark asked, "Are meals here often like this?" "Like what?" Amanda asked. "A celebration. Nice wine glasses, good china, fancy silverware." Amanda nodded. Nick smiled. Joan answered, "We celebrate being together. We celebrate health, feeling good, having someone share the meal with us." "What did you think about while we prepared dinner?" Amanda asked. "I thought about the lesson Nick and Joan introduced me to yesterday. I thought about cutting up the veggies as a way of loving you." "It changes the taste and the nutritional value of the food." Joan said. "Come on. The nutritional value?" "I believe that my energy changes whatever I'm in contact with. If I make dinner and I'm all upset, the food takes on that energy. The lettuce will wilt sooner. If I'm happy Joan and Nick are on their way home and happy to be doing something that says I love you to them, I believe it changes the food." We were quiet for a time as we ate. Mark told himself it was a mind game, thinking his energy would change the food. Then he thought about all the different mind games we play on ourselves. He remembered he once lived with a woman for a while who had a thermometer attached to the outside of a window in the apartment. She said she checked the thermometer every day to see if it was hot. Every time it read over eighty-two degrees she declared it hot and she would sweat and complain about the heat. At Thanksgiving he noticed the thermometer read fifty-six degrees. In the kitchen it was well over eighty and she never broke a sweat or complained of the heat. She played a mind game. She played it well enough that she produced the body reactions for it being hot and was able to ignore the heat when she chose to. He understood that his intention to have the food taste better and be better for us could affect both. If he said so. After dinner we cleaned up the kitchen as a team and moved to the living room. We talked about their day and the events of each day. Mark was included, not like a guest but as a family member. As it got later it was obvious he felt the urge to go home, give us some privacy, let us go to bed. Amanda moved from the chair she had been sitting in and sat with Mark. "You're starting to think about leaving. I'd like it if you'd stay. What needs to happen for you to be able and willing to stay?" "I don't have clothes for tomorrow with me. I don't have a toothbrush either." "I'm sure Nick's clothes will fit you. Pick what you'd like from his closet. There are new toothbrushes under the bathroom sink. Fresh razors live there too. Anything else?" "I don't want to intrude." I laughed. "You can't! Intruding is getting to do something that isn't wanted. We don't play like that. Amanda invited you to stay. We want you to stay." "Ok. I'll need an alarm clock and a bed." "Done and done." Amanda said. "There is an alarm next to my bed and you can sleep in my bed." Mark's eyebrow went up. Did he hear what he thought he heard? "Where are you sleeping, if I'm in your bed?" "It's not a twin sized bed. I'll be in bed with you." He looked at Nick and found him smiling. "Sounds like an offer no sane man would turn down." He said. "You're Ok with us sleeping together?" "Of course. Remember at the beginning of our lesson when I told you the mantra?" "Yes. All I ever want to for them to be loved." "How will you feel to be in bed with Amanda, snuggled together?" "Loved, accepted, wanted... like I belong." "Right." Amanda took Mark's hand and led him into the beginnings of a whole new life. It was the beginnings of Lesson One in the curriculum for living life fully. That night was over a year ago. He knows there will be a Lesson Two. Finally, he's in no hurry. His life is about having you get that he loves you. All either of us ever want is for you to be loved. All any of us want is for you to be loved. Lesson Number One She was eighteen and never fucked! A virgin barely kissed. But unlike her friends who went on and on about their weekly romps with their boyfriends who were more interested in spider man than sex, Emma was at a loss. She didn't want to admit to them her laughs and carefully slotted observations and opinions came from pornos and playboy. She wanted sex but with man not a boy. She wanted someone who could tease and please her. Make her breasts heave and her cunt wet and drip. She wanted man who could drive crazy with lust and dangle her off the edge. But how was going to find that at the all girls catholic private school she and her friends attended? Then along came Mr. Andrews. Jace Andrews. Emma got wet the moment she laid eyes on him. Fresh out of teacher's college he wasn't even thirty yet. He was tall with short, rich brown wavy hair and had very broad shoulders under his dress shirt. His voice was deep and friendly. Also, she could see a slight bulge in his baggy dress pants meant he was packing. She went up to talk to him a few times during his first week and he was also very nice and even gave her a hug once. She smelt his sweet dolce & gabana cologne and bit her lips as the part in between her legs got hot. He was perfect! She spent nights rubbing her dripping pussy, thinking about him on top of her. She would lie half naked and rub her C cup tits imagining it was his hands and tongue brushing against them. She had to have him and soon! She wasn't the only one who though he was incredible. Some of the other girls flirted with him and even some teachers. If she didn't make a move and soon someone else will. On Friday she went up with the other girls to his desk, handing in mid-term essays. She made sure she was the last one she to ask him a question. "Sir," she said in her most innocent tone of voice. "I was wondering, I'm having a lot of trouble with one subject and I was wondering if maybe I can see you after school for extra help?" "Sure Emma," he replied. "You know I'm here to help. How about you drop by ten minutes after the last bell?" "Sounds good Sir." He flashed her his brilliant white smile as she returned to her desk. When the day ended, she went to the nearest washroom and changed into an altered version of the school uniform. Then at fifteen past, she made sure the school was empty before returning to Mr. Andrews' class room. She entered and shut the door, wearing a violet trench coat. "Ah Emma." Mr. Andrews greeted. "So what can I help you with?" She turned around slowly, holding the belt of the coat. "Well sir, I'm a little embarrassed, but I'm so confused I don't think I can let this go on much longer." "There's no need to be embarrassed." Mr. Andrews said calmly, waving her forward. "I'm here to help you in any way I can. Just tell me what's wrong." "Well you see, in class I'm having trouble concentrating." Emma started to say meanwhile she began to pull the knot loose on the belt of her coat. "Is the material too difficult?" he asked. "No... It's you." She undid the knot and let her coat fall. Underneath she revealed the school uniform but the shirt had a low v-neck neck and was altered to cup her tits up and tight, the material stretching over her push up bra. She had fishnet stockings under a belt-like kilt that showed off her newly tanned midriff. She looked carefully at Mr. Andrews, praying he wouldn't shout. 'Want me,' she begged internally. To her pleasant surprised he slowly put his pen down and there was a glimmer in his eyes. "Me?" He stuttered a little which Emma found to be cute. "Am I distracting you in some way?" "Well yes," she continued. She walked around his desk so he could get a good look at her. "Every time I see you in class... I feel strange." "How so?" "Well I start to feel hot. My cheeks turn red and..." He stood up and she sat down at the other end of his desk. "Go on." He said in almost a whisper. "You can tell me anything Emma." ''Oh teacher!" she closed her legs tightly, hoping to excite him. "I'm so embarrassed!' It appeared to be working. He walked around his desk, staring at her. His jaw practically hitting the floor. "Please," he sighed, losing control of his voice. "You can say it." "I get hot... down there." She pointed to her kilt. "Between my legs, in my private area." "Really? That must be distracting." He reached her and caressed her cheek. "You poor girl." "Oh my!" Emma turned away a little bit and clutched in between her legs. "Did I do it again?" he asked. "Yes." She turned back to him. "My private feels all warm hot... and... strange... It's wet teacher." She loved the way his eyes widen as he looked down at her hands over kilt between her legs. He was actually blushing a little too. "Does it... Always get wet?' he asked her, stepping closer. "At first it was just hot." Emma said slowly. "But then as more time passed I started to notice how handsome you are. Your board and strong shoulders. Your legs and...Ah!" Emma started to move her hand up and down her pussy lips, covered by a lacy black pair of panties. Mr. Andrews couldn't believe the sight. It was so arousing and wrong at the same time. But it made it all the more exciting. "Oh no!" Emma moaned. "See what happens. Every time I see you, I just get all hot and wet. And then all I want to do is rub my privates until they sore!" Emma tried to close her legs but still rubbed. "I'm a good student, teacher." She looked at him but kept her eyes narrow and lustful. "I'm a good girl. But this keeps happening. Help me Teacher! Help me so I don't have this constant need!" She moaned loudly. Mr. Andrews grabbed her hands and slowly pulled them away. "Yes, Emma." He said to her. "I'll help you. I know exactly what's wrong and how to fix it." "Oh good!" Emma sighed. "Thank you Teacher." He drew his face close to her and planted his lips on hers. He kissed her slowly and when she responded he started to kiss her harder. He caressed her cheeks with one hand and explored her body with the other. He moaned feeling how nicely developed she was for a girl her age. She was actually sexier than some of the women his age. His hand soon reached below her waste and he slowly placed it on her panties, which were indeed quite soaked. When Emma felt his hand, she gasped and pulled back. "Oh teacher!" she cried. "Is this right? Should you be touching me?" "In order for me help you Emma, I have to touch you, and more." Mr. Andrew explained. "Can you let me do everything that I need to? Will you let me and do exactly what I say, no matter what? Emma stared into his eyes and tried to maintain her innocent school girl confused face, but inside she was doing cart wheels. He was being so sexy and completely turned on by her. She wanted it and him so baldy and was pleased to see he felt the same. "Alright teacher." She replied. "Just... Promise you'll be gentle." "Of course, Emma." She gasped. He kissed her again and started to rub her with two fingers. She sighed, enjoying the small sensations along her pussy. She had masturbated many times, picturing him fondling her. She was already so aroused she could feel herself getting more wet already. "Mmm! My my Emma." He murmured, pulling away to look. "You're practically dripping." He began to use his whole hand to rub. His thumb rested tightly on her mound and the rest of his fingers stroked along her clit beneath her panties. He then licked her lips and she licked him back. Shortly they were sucking and slurping each other's tongues, moaning and sighing. "Emma," He groaned between their kisses. "Do you like me?' "Yes teacher." Emma sighed. "I really, really like you." "Good." He pulled away from her again and looked at his hand on her pussy. "You're still dripping. So I'm going to try to cool you down and dry you." He said seductively. "How teacher?" Emma asked. Mr. Andrews knelt down and spread her legs. "Oh my!" Emma cried as he grabbed the band of her panties and slid them down, pulling them right off her dangling legs. Emma notice her juices stuck to her panties. "You smell nice Emma." Mr. Andrew said, his head close to her pussy lips. Emma got more excited, feeling his breath. "Teacher, that's embarrassing." She cried. '"I think it's sexy." He commented. Emma gasped as he held her legs open and ran his tongue down to up her wet pussy lips. He smacked his lips loudly tasting her. "Mmmm! You taste good Emma." Emma couldn't respond as he began to lick her more. She sighed moaned and held his head close, spreading her legs wider. His tongue flicked over and over and started to worked against her clit. She groaned, "Oh teacher!" as he stimulated her clit with his tongue. It felt amazing! Soon she couldn't tell the fluids apart. His warm tongue teased her vaginal opening and worked around her pussy lips, making everything very wet. "Oh Emma," Mr. Andrews suddenly said and stood up. "It doesn't seem to be working as I thought. " "I guess not." Emma confessed, disappointed he stopped licking her. "But it seems now I have a problem." Mr. Andrews held Emma's face and pointed down. Emma looked and saw a huge bulge at the crotch of his pants. She could see the brass zipper, barley able to contain the swelled member underneath. "Are you wet and hot too, teacher?"Emma asked, trying not to sound too teasing. "I'm hot," Mr. Andrews confessed. "But hard not wet. But I need to be wet. I need to cool down." He held Emma's face with both hands and kissed her hard. "Help me." He gasped when he let her go. Emma breathless, simply nodded. He sat beside her and pulled the zipper and button of his pants, and pulled his cock out. Medium, soft chest nut hairs crowned his fleshly dick. Emma was pleasantly surprised to see he was circumcised. His dick was smooth, pink, and had a perfect mushroom top with a clean, visible hole. "Come," he said to her. "Wrap those luscious lips around this," Emma obeyed, bending down, practically laying. She took the cock in both hands and opened her mouth wide, taking the tip in and began to lick and suck. "Mmm! Emma!' Mr. Andrews moaned. "That's good!" She began slowly, and tried to make the sounds the girls in the pornos she watched made. She moved her lips up and down the shaft, and began to wiggle his balls with her free hand. It felt strange, having this long, soft but stuff log, like a strange tasting, giant sausage in her mouth. When she began to taste the salty precum, she began to enjoy herself and go faster. Mr. Andrews has begun fondling her breasts and sighing and groaning throughout. "Suck my balls too!" he gasped at one point. "I need to be cooled down everywhere." Emma released his cock but continued to rub it with one hand as she reached under and tasted his balls with her tongue. "Teacher," she sighed. "Are you sure this isn't wrong?' she asked. "If you like me, and want this." He whispered back, "Then no, there's nothing wrong." He suddenly grabbed her head, causing her to take almost his whole cock into his mouth, practically choking. "Now you're about to see how wet you've made me." Emma continued to suck, moving her head faster and faster. Her fingers dripped in her saliva and she used these to rub Mr. Andrews balls. She was ecstatic. Her pussy continued to drip as she sucked his cock, which had become long, hard, and large in her mouth. "Oh Emma!" Mr. Andrew gasped. "I'm gonna spray it into your mouth!" He grabbed her head tightly as she hesitated briefly. "Keep going! Don't take it out!" Emma obeyed and continued to suck, faster and faster, moving her head more. She even nibbled the tip. "I'm gonna cum Emma!" Mr. Andrews cried. Emma gave a muffled moan as Mr.Andrews cock twitched and sprayed his milky white seed down her throat. She tried to swallow, but some of it dripped out of her mouth. Emma sat back, opening her mouth. Mr. Andrews' dripping cock flopped down as she covered her mouth and swallowed. His cum had an incredibly strong taste. Salty-sweet, but when it hit her throat it was like a shot of vodka. It made her feel light headed. "Oh my god!" she finally gasped. She looked up at him to talk about how yummy and sweet his cock was when he pressed his lips against her. She let his hand run along her legs and screamed with pleasure when a finger found its way inside her pussy. "Good girl! You're incredibly wet." Mr. Andrews said, pulling his face from her to look down at her pussy. Emma started to scream. "Oohh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Mmmahh! Ohhh!" Loudly and almost rhythmically as he works her pussy hole with his fingers and her clit with his thumb. "How many times have you fingered yourself thinking about me?" Mr. Andrews asked. At first Emma couldn't answer due to the stimulation, so he slowed down a little to let her speak, "Lots of times." She confessed with a moan. "At first... mmmahhhh! We just... just kiss! Ohhh God! But then we end up having sex! Mmmm ahhhhh! Baby!" "You're so naughty!" Mr. Andrews cooed. "I love it!" He started to shove his finger into her pussy, causing Emma to scream loudly. She never thought she could feel anything like this. Her pussy was burning inside and out. Her hips kept trembling and moving forward so her pussy rubbed against his hand. Her pussy throbbed around his finger. He grabbed her breast with his other hand, using his thumb to tease and move her nipple. She moaned loudly. "Oh teacher!" she cried. "Please, please, teach me how to have sex like an adult." "You sure that's what you want?" He twisted his fingers inside her and she screamed. "YES! TEACH ME HOW TO FUCK!!!!!!!" It felt like he had torn what was left of her clothes completely off. He cleared his desk with two swings of his arms. Then he carried Emma and laid her on it. He then started to lick her pussy again, moving his tongue into her pussy, licking the walls in circles. Emma saw that as he licked her, he had dropped his shirt and pants and pulled out a condom. Emma breasts bounced as she moved against his incredible tongue. When he stopped licking her she started to rub her own pussy. She could feel how soaked and slippery it was. She gave soft moans as he licked and sucked her tits. Soon he stopped and stood up. She sat up a bit and saw the most arousing sight. Mr. Andrews stood in front of her completely naked. She could now see how buff and toned his body was. His long arms had beautiful muscles. His stomach was smooth with gorgeous curves running down his sides and melted into his buttocks. His cock was huge, red and covered with a clear condom. Emma smiled but teased him by closing her legs. "Oh teacher," she cried. "What if we get caught?" "Mmm. It's late." Mr. Andrews murmured, grabbing her erect tit with one hand and his cock with the other. "No one will come." He reached her face and kissed her roughly. They took turns sucking and biting each other's lips and tongues. Emma gasped loudly when he stopped. He pulled her legs wide and wrapped them around his body. He then gazed at her intensely and started stroking the tip of his huge cock around her pussy hole. "Now, my sexy little student," he growled. "Are you actually a virgin?" Emma gave him a huge smile, feeling her pussy drip another glob. "I am. That's why I want you to teach me. Show me how to fuck teacher!" "Oh baby!" He pulled her up and kissed her hard again. "It might hurt a bit at first," He whispered in her ear. Emma moaned loudly, feeling three emotions at once. Extreme arousal. Pleasure. And impatience. He was so close. His cock raised up against her soaked and sticky pussy. "But I swear, I'm gonna make you feel something you've never felt before." Emma moaned loudly as he put the tip of his cock into her opening. "And it's gonna be fucking amazing." Emma's moans soon became cries as he thrust his cock into her slowly, pushing it in inch by inch with each thrust. Emma threw her head back as Mr. Andrew held her from behind and kissed her neck and lower on her shoulders and then her tits. She screamed when he was half way in, her vaginal opening stretching to accommodate his thick shaft. "Oh Jace!" she screamed. "Does it hurt Emma?' Mr. Andrews asked, half groaning with delight at how tight her beautiful pussy was. "Mmmahhhhhhhhhhh!" was all Emma could say. Her pussy lips throbbed painful but also with sweet expectation. She needed his rod in her now! She grabbed his hips and started to pull her body closer to his. They both moaned as he moved in another inch. "I've wanted this for so long!" she gasped. Her tits bounced as he thrust once more, gaining more ground. "Oh, fuck me! Please! Do it now!" Mr. Andrews pressed his lips against Emma's and start to eat and suck her mouth. As they kissed, he started to work his cock inside, using slow but powerful motions, going deeper and deeper until finally... "Pop!" Emma was in ecstasy! Mr. Andrews had loss complete control and was now plunging his cock deep inside her. His balls slammed against Emma's ass as he rammed her pussy, using a circling motion. Emma legs tighten around Mr. Andrews' body as she screamed with lust. Her pussy was burning on his hot rod and she felt every single thrust hit her pussy, ass, and all the way up her to tits and head. Soon he stopped kissing her and start kneading her tits and moaning. Soon she started get really into it, and began to cry: "Yes! That's it! Fuck, you're so good! Oh my God! I've never felt this before! Yeah! That's right. You're so deep! Yes! Slam your huge cock into me! I'm gonna explode! Oh Jace! Jace! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Take me! Fuck! Fuck!" Mr. Andrews could only respond by moving his hips in rhythm with her and gave loud groans. He moved her legs on top of his shoulders so he could go deeper still. He now moved faster as his cock twitched and Emma felt a new sensation deep inside her pussy. It started as a thin burning hot fire and soon exploded into river of pleasure that surged through her body. Emma gave a deep cry as her body trembled. "Yeah Baby! That's it. Cum all over me!" Mr. Andrews cried. Emma's pussy literally exploded, as if on command, and her juices leaked loudly from her well plugged vaginal hole. Mr. Andrews sped up his thrusts as Emma's earth shattering orgasm continued. Then he grabbed her and slammed her against him as his balls tightened and he came. "FUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK! EEEMMMMMAAAAAAA!!!" He roared as his seed squirted into the condom. Emma screamed with him as the last of her orgasm rippled through her body. They soon collapsed on the desk and Mr. Andrews slowly pulled out. Emma moaned and gasped, her body limp and shaking from small after comes. He grabbed her and slowly and softly kissed her tits, tummy and finally her pussy lips. She moved down and kissed him hard. "Oh my God!" she gasped. "Oh teacher! That was fucking amazing." "Yes, it was." He smiled. "You are such an amazing woman." He said as he bit her lip. Emma reached and grabbed his hand and shoved a finger in her still burning hot pussy. "I want you to teach me more, teacher." She spoke in her soft, seductive voice. "I want to learn everything about fucking so I can make you come. So I can taste you and smell you all over." She grabbed her tits and rubbed them hard, moving them around and against her chest. "I want to feel your cum in me!" Mr. Andrews' eyes bulged as he stared at Emma whose breasts were pink from being pulled, squeezed, licked, and touched and her gorgeous tight pussy that was already melting on his fingers. "Oh Emma." He finally said and grabbed her as he wiggled his fingers inside. "I intend to teach you everything. My little student whore!" End.