School

Fantasy

Learned My Lesson

In the middle of class, You call on me, but I don’t hear it. You write a note and hand it to me. I bite my lip, staring down at the note;
See me after class
I look up at you. You stare back at me for a moment, then go back to teaching. I start taking extensive notes, pouting slightly, contemplating what you want to talk to me about.
The bells rings suddenly and every one races to the door to get to the next class. I stay in my seat, packing my things slowly. You walk over to the door, close it, then lock it.
I turn to You, biting my lip, slightly worried.
“Do you know why I asked you to stay after class?” You ask. I shake my head slowly. You lean against your desk, your arms crossed. “Guess, then”
“Erm..my grades are slipping?” I ask, playing with a stray curl in my face. You shake your head.
“Your grades are perfect, unlike your attitude in class,” You reply. I bite my lip, pulling my curl.
“I’m sorry Professor,” I mumble. “I don’t..mean to..I just daydream a lot..” You nod, sighing.
“I’ve noticed that and it bothers me quite a bit,” You say. “You’re a good student and I don’t think anything should get in your way..especially day-dreaming.”
“I’m..sorry Professor,” I mumble again.
“No..you aren’t..but you will be” You say. I turn my head to one side, You sit down at Your desk. I stand up and walk over to You slowly.
You stare up at me from Your swivel chair, an angry stare upon Your face. I cringe away from Your glare, then look at the chalk board. Your hand is suddenly on my thigh, inching under my black mini-skirt.
I look down at You, You stare back. I realize I’ve mistaken Your lust for anger. I feel myself become wet suddenly. Your other and moves up my thigh.
“I believe I need to teach you a lesson,” You say. I bite my lip, becoming more moist with every word You say. Chills run down my spine as Your hands reach my waist. I shiver, You raise Your eyebrows. “Yes, I believe I will.”
You lift up my skirt, Your fingers on the waistband of my bright rouge panties. You pull them down, all the way to my knees, then Your fingers slide to my pussy.
“Hmm..You’re shaved?” You say, Your fingers tracing along my nether lips. I shake my head slowly, my body entirely still besides my heart which is beating at a rapid rate. “How else then, are you bald?”
“Waxed,” I mumble. You smirk, Your fingers gently brushing over my clit. I shutter.
“You’re wet for?” You ask. I nod once, slowly. You smile, pulling me towards You quickly. You unzip Your trousers, then have me sit on Your lap, facing You, my legs straddling Your waist. You slowly pull Your hard cock out and kiss me, fully, passionately on my lips.
You pull me onto Your big cock, I whimper.
“What is it?” You ask gently, Your hands on either of my thighs, lifting me, Your cock pressed onto my opening.
“I’ve never..done this before..” I mumble. You raise Your eyebrows, incredulous.
“You’re a virgin?” You ask. I bite my lip.
“Erm…out of technicality, no..” I mumble. “Rape doesn’t count, does it?” You shake Your head. “Uhm..then..yes, I am.”
You nod slowly, kiss me, then plunge Your cock deep inside of me.
I moan against Your lips, my eyes fluttering shut. You pull my hips all the way to Yours, making my legs press against the cold metal of Your desk. You thrust gently, then hard, then gently, then hard again, in rhythm. You pull away from our kiss, lifting up my shirt, then unhook my bra. You lick my nipples, pinch them gently.
I moan louder and louder as You begin to thrust faster, harder, forgetting Your hard/gentle pattern and focusing more on the Hard. You grab my ass, Your cock penetrating deeper and deeper into me.
I feel Your cock swell within me and You throw me off You, into the chalk board. You grab my hair and push me onto Your large metal desk, bent over. I feel Your cock press against my ass, but before I have time to brace myself You ram into it.
I shout out in pain as You begin to thrust, not really able to move because f my tightness. Your cock is so hard and big that it barely fists at all. After awhile of thrusting, You are able to move in and out. I moan, pleasure moving through me in waves. YOU bend over me, Your fingers grabbing my swollen clit, rubbing it fiercely.
You drill into my as harder, harder, Your hands moving up to my breasts. You pull out abruptly, then plunge Yourself into my pussy. You fuck me, hard. You pinch my nipples, pulling slightly.
I moan then shout out, “Professor!” , loudly, my orgasm crashing on my like a tidal wave. You pull out of my pussy, pull my hair and force me onto my knees in front of You.
I stare up at You, slightly dazed from my First climax. You stare down at me, something close to pride- and-lust-filled anger crossing Your face. I bite my lip, then look down at Your swollen cock. It’s fully erect and looks so very delicious. I lick my lips hungrily.
“Suck on it if you must,” You say. I bite my lip, staring u at You. You look down at me, then tug my hair. “Fucking suck it, slut,” You growl at me. I cringe, then lick it up and down. I lick up, then down ts pulsing veins, wanting to relieve it of its large load. I look down at my breasts, my nipples fully perked.
“Tit-fuck me, please, Professor?” I ask. You smirk down at me. You pull my hair to make me stand up, then You force me back onto the cool metal of Your desk again. You spit in between my tits, straddle my abdomen, then put Your cock between my breasts.
I press my breasts together and You slide Your cock between them. I engulf the head of Your cock between my lips, nibbling gently. You slide Your cock in-out-in my mouth, my teeth grazing onto it. You moan each time my teeth meet Your head. I rub and squeeze Your balls softly.
When Your cock is nearly red and fully swollen, You pull away from my tits and slide down to my wist. You shove Your ever-swelling cock into my pussy. I shout out, moaning as You thrust Your swell in and out of me. Each thrust harder, faster, more painful, yet much more pleasurable.
I sit-up a bit, reaching past Your ass as You pump furiously into me. I squeeze Your balls as they slap onto my ass. We moan simultaneously, climaxing. You cum inside of me, kiss my lip, then stand over my nude body.
“Hmmm..I suppose this will be a good enough lesson for today,” You say, throwing my clothes at me.
I dress, You write me a pass for the class that I’ve missed almost entirely.
“Get to class,” You call after me while I’m walk, nearly limping, out of Your classroom. “And expect another lesson tomorrow.”
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Against the Grain Part 1 (Revised and edited)

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Bryan is 21 and 5’ 9” with a thin athletic body and bit of hair on his chest and a hairy belly, buttock, thighs, and legs. All of which is a shade of red. He also has a nice complexion with medium length; brushed, light blonde hair and a nice scruff of a red beard. His penis is a nice 6” which looks very picturesque and has a very cute round butt. Likes to think of himself as a red fox and hates to be considered or thought of as a twink. Think of Drake Bell with a full beard and of course the blonde hair and red beard.
Mr. Lucien is 41 and 6’0” with a bit of muscular/stocky build of a hard working dad. He has short black hair with some gray that is business styled and brushed nicely that goes nicely with his modern frameless reading glasses. He has a farmer tan with a good amount of short black body hair that you’d expect a masculine man to have all over his body except his back. He has a bit of a five o’clock scruff on his face that would make a hot full beard. He pretty much looks like Tom Chase as he does in the COLT movie Couples 3. And of course he has an amazing, cliché 9” penis that is nice and thick; think Josh West. And of course an amazingly firm and round ass from always squatting and doing heavy lifting like lumber and mechanical work.
“I just wish I could have a relationship like you have with your wife Mr. Lucien,” I say with glum having dealt with the heaviness of feeling particularly alone today. I guess it was just one of those days where I felt the darkness more than usual.
“Yeah I’d have to agree with you. I’ve been missing that connection with somebody too. It really eats away at you,” Mr. Lucien says with a somber tone while he leans back in his chair staring idly by at his computer.
“See I knew you’d understand what I was saying. It just sucks that it….,” I trail off my thought, slapped in the face as my brain finally understands what he so casually threw out there that I almost dismissed it. My head had been down with my jaw resting in the palm of my hands but I quickly, yet discreetly glance up from the floor tiles and see him leaning back with his hands together like he was praying, his fingers outstretched. I see the shine of his gold wedding band off the fluorescent lighting. I always admired his wedding ring. It was a basic band; modest and old-fashioned. And for some reason the word masculine pings through my head. If I stared at it long enough, wrapped around those strong, thick, rugged fingers; it would start to get me excited just thinking of all the erotic inducing ideas. If only he knew the thoughts and feelings I had for him over the past three years. The things I would want him to do with those fingers. But did I even understand those feelings? Immediately I’m filled with anxiety and depression.I don’t want to be gay!No! I’m not if I don’t want to be! I can’t let this get to me, no, I’ve already figured out I’m straight, alright!
I close my eyes and take a deep breath and carry on. From his fingers I shift my eyes to his. Now acknowledging my attention to his confusing statement; and thus his eyes, he looks away from the email he’s been working on to casually, and ever so slightly shifts his head to peer back at me from the corner of his eyes.
“Uh…I’m not sure I ffffollow you Mr. Lucien. You do have somebody. You have your wife?” I stutter out more with a questioning inflection then a statement. Then as I think I have it figured out, I start to worry that Mr. Lucien has been feeling the things I’ve felt which made me feel horrible. This was the man that pulled me out of the darkness and dusted me off, saved this lost boy from his demons.Well, most of them anyway.
If he even felt a twinge of sadness I felt at fault that I couldn’t protect the person I loved as a father.As a father, right?
“Are things okay between you and your wife? Are you guys having any problems that I can help sort out? Come on, ha-ha, I’ll be your own personal couple’s counselor. I may be young but my mental age is a lot older than my physical age,” I bark out concerned questions and a small joke in hopes of lightening the atmosphere; which I could almost smell having a hint of fear.
“No, settle down there boss,” He says with a chuckle as he assumes regular posture and turns toward me, then crossing his left leg over his right and leaning back again with his hands intermingled and resting on his stomach. His demeanor seemed light and airy but his face was no poker face. There was nervousness in his eyes and it was throwing me off and making me want to throw up.Oh no, what did I do now? Did I say something that upset him? Did I say something in another class that he caught wind of? Did those fucking bastards up in the office remind him that he wasn’t supposed to be “counseling” me anymore?
“Relax, you did nothing wrong. There’s just something that I wanted to tell you and with the way the conversion has been going, I feel like the time is right,” says Mr. Lucien almost as if he was reading my mind. Granted it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know when you see a deer in the headlights. But he’s always been able to read my mind. He always knows what’s eating at me and every time is able to assuage the anxiety.
“Well what was it that you wanted to tell me? You know I feel like I can tell you anything so I would want it to be the same for you to me,” I say with an awkward tone. Talking like that, with emotions I mean, always sounds weird to me. Like waiting for the gun to fire and the race to start, he answers.
“Listen, this is important as I’m going to tell you something very personal and risky but I feel comfortable telling you because I trust you, okay?” he finishes with leaning forward and giving me a stern look. I stare blankly at his face and I find myself emotionless. I’m not sure where he’s going with the conversation but I am intrigued and terrified.
“Okay I understand,” I say and swallow hard.
“Alright look…..I’m not really married,” he says plainly and quick. Like a Band-Aid. I’m caught off guard, granted I wasn’t really expecting anything. I sit there and let it set in, like venom slowly courses through a victims veins. I’m not really sure what this means or has to do with anything but I start to notice my silence has him on edge.
“Okay so…..what does that mean? You just made up having a wife, but what for?” I ask. I’m confused as to what any of this means.
“Yes and no. I’m not really married but the woman I claim to be married too does exist; she’s a very good friend of mine and she’s aware of the situation,” he finishes with a smirk. There’s a time of silence as I take in his words and digest them. Why is he telling me this? I wouldn’t care if he was married or not.
“Okay I gotcha, but why would you have to go around with such a façade? And do your family and friends know?” I finally ask.
“Yes my family and close friends know. Honestly, the reason I do it is because I’m 41 years old and not married. I don’t really want any students or fellow teachers prying into my life and having any hasty assumptions. You have a job, you know what it’s like with coworkers asking questions about your personal life,” he explains. This confuses me more.
“Why does a ring define whether you’re married or not when plenty of people go around without sporting any type of wedding band,” I assert. “I mean no one is going to just come up and interrogate you and ask why you don’t have a wedding ring or anything. I mean what could not having a wedding ring on infer anyway?” I ask rhetorically. But almost as soon as I say that I remember his comment about people making hasty assumptions and it hits me However I’m not sure, there’s a couple things it could mean. I need him to confirm it “There is more to you just not being married, isn’t there?” I ask nervously. I already think I know what he’s going to say. But how do I feel about it?
“Yes there is,” he says shyly, almost like a chastised child. It’s at this time that I notice how close he has rolled his chair to mine. How he’s leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs and his hands cupped together and a look in his eyes. But what kind of look is it? Lust? Desire?
Clang! The metal filing cabinet screams as his chair rolls back into it and Mr. Lucien is hunched over, cupping my face and pressing his lips again mine. So many thoughts are rushing through my head, and so much electricity rushing through my body. Is this right? He’s a teacher for Christ sake! Does that even matter though? I mean, you can be friends with anyone and have a relationship with anyone as long as it’s consensual and legal right? Wait, shouldn’t I be enjoying this? I mean it’s the only thing I ever fantasize about when I’m masturbating and when I’m with him. Yes I like this, I want to go so far with him and I want him to take my body over and set my heart free. Wait, am I kissing right? What if I’m not clean enough? Crap how long have I been just sitting here thinking?! Almost on cue, I feel him pull away and hear him fall back into his chair. Fuck! I didn’t react in time.
I slowly open my eyes to see him holding his head and looking down and breathing heavily. And almost as if I’m a fly on the wall I see myself as stiff as a board with my arms at my sides just sitting in my chair. After a minute he looks up and I can see the frustration in his eyes.
“Bryan…I am so sorry. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen,” He says as he looks into my petrified eyes. I can’t be scared now, quick! Answer, don’t leave him hanging there.
“It’s okay,” I say in a sigh of relief to show him that I wasn’t disturbed by it. But what if he was? Then why would he have risked such a brash move? Obviously he has some attraction towards you Bryan, think rationally please. Then, what couldn’t have been more than an act of God taking over my body I scoot forward and put my hand on his thigh. Oh it’s so warm, so strong; I can feel it flex and tense up from not only the anxiety of the moment but from my touch. Then I lean in ever so slightly and say in a more confident and seductive tone, “It’s fine with me.”
Then it happens the way that I’ve always fantasized it to. He fires forward and puts his mouth on mine as he grabs my arms and lifts me up and slams me into the wall behind us. I let out a grunt as the force he threw me back with was stronger than I anticipated. Granted I didn’t anticipate any of this.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to do that so hard,” he breathes out the side of his mouth as he begins to move his arms from my shoulders to my hips. I can feels his hands trembling but they steady and then the warmth hits me through my shirt. I can feel the restraint that he’s holding back. He wants more. I want more. I want him to taste me; I want to taste him. Our mouths wrap around one another as our lips slide back and forth. I slowly initiate my tongue onto his. I taste the softest moan from the back of his throat as he graciously accepts my tongue with a hug from his. My tongue slides around his mouth and against his tongue, ours mouths getting wetter and hotter. It’s hard to control our breath as we are both practically panting.
“Am I kissing well enough?” I gasp as I was able to pull away to ask my ever pressing anxiety induced question.
“You’re kissing fine, excellent to be exact. Relax,” he pulls away to assuage my growing fear. Then we’re both right back at it. We continue our teenage make-out session for about five minutes before he starts to get antsy. His hands haven’t moved much from my hips and sides and my hands have been resting on his shoulders. Again I attribute my courage to a moment of God using me as a vessel but I pull my arms from his shoulders and slide them under his and down to his hips and I pull him in. Immediately as I try to pull him in I feel a poking resistance at my lower abdomen. I pull from his mouth and look down to figure out what is keeping us from getting closer. I’m flabbergasted at the sight of a remarkably large bulge pushing against me.
“Sorry. Here, let me move that out of the way,” Mr. Lucien says with a chuckle as he reaches down and shifts his member to the side and then finishes what I tried to do by pressing up close to me and staring into my eyes. I find myself frozen and nervous. My heart starts to beat fast and I feel a warm flush start to consume me. “Your heart is beating like a humming bird. Relax, we don’t have to do anything at all, we can just go back to sitting down and talking, this was more than I expected to happen,” he breaths in a whisper to me which has me swooning.
“No, no. I want to do this. I just…I’m really nervous,” I say in a pant. He reaches up and rubs my head with his hand and smiles.
“Yeah so am I,” he admits. This has me confused because he’s had to of done this a hundred times. Well not with an old student at least. We resume kissing while he returns his hands to my hips, although this time he starts to rub them up and down. Even goes further by moving them to my chest and even stopping at my nipples and giving them a small tweak which cause me to grunt into his mouth. I can tell this turns him on because each time I moan his penis flexes and thickens and I can feel its strength through my pants against my leg. It’s with this action that I can tell things are about to get heated. He drops his hands from my nipples and goes right to the bottom of my shirt and begins to lift it up. While his one hand moves my shirt the other snakes its way under and presses against my stomach. At first I’m greeted by a cold touch but it was just the shock of someone else touching me so intimately. An instant after I feel the warmth penetrate my skin. The touch of his hands is not as rugged and calloused as I had thought but surprisingly soft.
As our mouths dance he slides his other hand under my shirt and both my nipples make acquaintance with his soft finger tips. The circular motion of his thumbs around my nipples pushes me past my limit. I begin to let out moans and feel my legs begin to shake. Mr. Lucien senses my rising excitement and removes his left hand from my chest and places it on my lower back pulling me ever closer to him. Now both of our erect members are pressing against each other. I feel his hard sex against my stomach as Mr. Lucien towers over my average 5’9” frame with his tall 6’0” stature. Mr. Lucien moves from my mouth and skates his tongue down my neck to my clavicle and begins to suck and nibble. Oh my God! Something can’t possibly feel this good can it? My legs begin to buckle and I’m astonished to find myself slipping down the wall. With his hand still on my lower back, Mr. Lucien pulls me back up.
“Oh wow! What was that?” He exclaims. He too found my reaction to his biting curious.
“I don’t know, that just felt really good!” I let out in a chuckle. My face begins to flush red with embarrassment. Jesus I can’t believe I just did that. He’s going to think I’m some kind of virgin that doesn’t know how to engage in sexual acts. You are though you idiot. But still, not like I don’t know how to do things.
“Hey, don’t feel embarrassed,” he says in a calming voice, again being able to read me like a book. “That was really hot! I wish my body was that sensitive.”
“Hehe I’m sure you’ve got some sensitive spots of your own,” I say in a seductive chuckle and feeling my confidence start to rise as I reach down and grab his crouch. Oh. My. God. His dick…it’s huge! Really? You’ve got to be kidding me, and so are his balls! It’s almost cliché! It was obvious that he could sense my shock and amazement and started to laugh.
“What’s that look on your face for?” Mr. Lucien asks in a humorous tone.
“Err, nothing,” I stammer. “It’s just your…dick is really big.”
“Oh you think? I never really thought about it but I guess you’re right,” He admits modestly looking down at his bulge in my hand. “I can’t say I’ve heard many people compliment me on the size of my penis.”
“Well it’s huge,” I assert as I begin to move back in for his mouth while fiddling my fingers around the head of his dick through his pants. I move my hand up and begin to undo his belt which of course feels like a fricking rubics cube but I’m able to finally get it off. I then undo his button and pull his zipper down to find short black square cut briefs that further reveal his large member and a wet spot at the tip of his penis. “Well someone is excited,” I tease.
“You have no idea Bryan,” he says. “I’m just overwhelmed that this is all happening. But don’t get me wrong, I’m incredibly happy that it is,” he finishes.
“Yeah, so am I,” I whisper. “I really want this to happen,” I admit.
“Oh don’t you worry, it’s going to,” he declares. And with that, he’s changed, turning me around and pushing me against the wall again and making it a point to be forceful to show me that he’s in charge. Mr. Lucien is now leaning on my back and kissing the back of my neck while his left hand holds my chest and his right hand is on my lower abdomen pulling my waist towards his as he starts to thrust his crouch slowly and gently against my butt. His pants begin to slide down his legs as I hear the clank of the metal belt buckle hit the floor. The thrusting begins to pick up the pace and soon Mr. Lucien is humping against me hard while now biting my earlobe and breathing into my ear. I can’t help but moan. Soon he is slowly down to a rhythmic heart beat and then finally he thrusts one final time and takes his right hand and pushes my head against the wall and his hips pin my body to the wall and he whispers into my ear, his person completely different.
“Are you ready Bryan?” he’s asks while pressing his body up against mine, and rubbing my head with his fingertips. God those fingers. He licks my earlobe which makes me lose my breath.
“Y…yes,” I murmur. I don’t know what he’s going to do next but my body trembles and my breath quickens. He must’ve been able to sense my apprehension and starts sliding his large sex up and down in between my buttocks. I look back and down through the corner of my eye and I can see his erect penis pop straight out over the band of his underwear. I glance up to lock eyes with his and he’s flashing a most mischievous smirk.
“Good because this is going inside of you, boy,” He says as he stares intensely into my eyes. Immediately I’m putty in his hands and he has me swooning. The gaze from his eyes and those strong, erotic words he just blurted out put me over the top. I lean back and twist around, grabbing his head and kiss him. Hard.
“I want you to fuck me now Mr. Lucien,” I beg in an overly receiving way after I move my mouth from his. Then he’s off, sliding his body down my back like a slide and on his knees in one quick graceful motion, pulling my pants down roughly along with my underwear which kind of hurt my hips as the belt was forced off too. I can tell he did it on purpose because he looked up and did his trademark charming wink. Sweet Jesus that damn wink of his. It’s so reassuring and…what? Caring? All that matters is the way it makes me feel, I tell myself.
“Holy fuck!” he gasps with his mouth agape. His statement startles and scares me.
“What?! What is it?” I yelp in a frightened tone as I swing myself around to look at him and in the process, slap him in the face with my penis. Oh my god! Did that seriously just fucking happen? Oh man I’m so embarrassed, I need to end this. Something is obviously wrong with me and really? That really just happened?
“Ahhahahahaha!” Mr. Lucien laughs as he rolls up from the balls of his feet and springs up in front of me, still erect as a lead pipe. “I was going to say that you have the sweetest looking ass I’ve ever seen,” he says in a chuckle, still reeling from me slapping him in the face with my dick. My face is in my hands, beat red from slapping him and from his compliment. He places his hand on my chin and lifts my head up and smiles. “Relax, that was cute what you did and take the compliment, I mean it. Your butt is amazing. It’s cute, fuzzy, and round,” he says reassuringly. I can’t help but smile at his comment.
“That’s the cat that swallowed the canary smile I like,” he jests as he leans forward and pecks a kiss from my lips. “Now, if you’ll turn back around…” he stops and grabs my body and flips me around, again pushing me up against the wall. “…I’m going to eat that sweet ass of yours,” he whispers into my ear. He licks my ear and then slides his tongue all the way down my back to the beginning of my crack and then stops. He places both his hands on my cheeks and spreads my ass apart which makes me gasp and clench. “I see you winking at me,” he breathes in a whisper into my ass. His warm breath gives me goose bumps all over. I look back and see he’s looking up back at me. I swallow hard and while still looking into my eyes, he dives into my eager ass with his hungry tongue. Oh my God this feels so good! I scream in my head as he munches on my asshole. I can feel his warm and wet tongue circle and probe my hole which makes me moan and tighten. I can tell he likes it because he squeezes my ass and moans every time I do it.
“That feels so good Mr. Lucien,” I breathe in a hushed tone.
“Yeah you like that don’t you?” he mutters and smacks my ass and then rubs it to lessen the sting. He then peels my ass open again and spits onto the hole following it with his tongue again and I can feel him pushing spit into my hole. He flicks his tongue a couple of times before he leans back resting his backside on his heels, admiring his work.
“God your hole is so pink and soft looking,” He says with a scoff of disbelief and then springs up back to my ear and whispers again. “Okay Bryan, get ready,” he says as he rubs his finger around my hole and moves his spit around. He then takes his left hand and grabs my jaw and opens my mouth. My stomach starts to stir with this action. Such dominance he exerts over me has me yearning for him to completely over power me. Taking his right hand he puts his first two fingers on my lips.“Suck on my fingers, get them nice and wet,” he demands. Oh God this is too much. I feel like I’m going to burst!
“Yes sir,” is all I’m able to whisper out of my mouth before he slides his fingers in and closes his eyes and moans. Hmm, they taste sweet.
“Oh man your mouth is so warm and wet. This will do nicely,” he points out. I suck on his fingers for a few moments before he’s turning me around again, taking his fingers out of my mouth and starting to rub my hole. He begins to tap it and press the tip of his point finger slowly in and out.
“Holy fuck!” I stammer. God this feels so good. It’s driving me crazy. I want this man so badly that I feel the desire tingling all the way down to my belly and my crotch and most interestingly, my asshole. I look back and he’s looking down at what he’s doing and he has an adorable smirk on his face. My heart starts to beat fast. Do I love this man? I’ve known him for six years and we’ve been close the entire time. He knows me better and more emotionally than anyone else. I close my eyes and remove the thoughts as best I can. Best not to think about those things right now.
It’s then that he is looking up at me and smiles with a slight chuckle. He winks and then slides his entire finger into my butt. I squeeze my eyes, wince and moan from the sudden rush of sensation. This is all as new to me as I’ve never had anything up there really. I mean I’ve put my finger up there before maybe once or twice but my finger is so much smaller than his. He pulls his finger out immediately after putting it in.
“Sorry Bry,” He says with concern in his eyes.
“It’s okay, I’m just new to that, but I like it,” I blush.
“I can tell,” He mumbles with closed eyes as he comes back up bringing his face close to mine. He’s now slightly to my left, as he leans in to my ear and whispers, “I want to take your virginity Bryan.”Gulp.
He kicks off his shoes and pants quickly but leaves his underwear on under his huge scrotum and around his buttocks. He slides behind me putting his right hand in between my shoulder blades, holding me against the wall and I hear him spit and then hear a squishing sound of him rubbing his penis with his other hand. My anticipation is building up to a breaking point. I’m sweating so much, my palms slide down the wall he has me pinned against. He places his moist hand on my hip and squeezes while his hand on my back snakes to my neck.
“Are you going to do that again? If so, give me a little heads up,” I chuckle. Again he’s back to my ear.
“Like I said, I want your virginity…” he pauses to kiss my ear. “…all of it,” he finishes with a hushed rasp to his voice. With that he presses the head of his cock to my asshole.“I’m so sorry baby, but this is going to hurt,” he says empathetically. He leans forward and quickly whispers into the back of my head, “relax and push your hole out.”With the ending flick of his tongue forming the T of the word against his teeth he thrusts deep inside me. And I scream.

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Initiating Carol: The New Sorority girl is in for a surprise

Initiating Carol: The New Sorority girl is in for a surprise
He stepped into the room, closing the door carefully behind him. The new girl, Carol, lay on her back, stripped down to her panties, arms and legs tied out in an ‘X’ on the king size bed. Carol had just recently joined the sorority, and had been suddenly and without warning introduced to their initiation process.
A little drunk, she had been ill-suited to combat her friends grabbing and carrying her into the bedroom, stripping her nude, tying her up.
Now she lay there helpless, blindfolded and gagged with a vibrator in her vagina humming along quite steadily.
Occasionally she would whimper or struggle with the ropes, but for the most part she had accepted her predicament and was awaiting her release.
Moving silently he crept up to her, his cock hardening with every step he took. Carol was tall and slender with an athletic body, that was one reason he had chosen her. Across the hall Erica was going through a similar experience, but she was about fifty pounds over weight.
No, Carol was by far a turn on, he had seen her around campus earlier in the week, and when he had heard what sorority she was joining, he couldn’t resist helping her out. The sorority thought it was just their little secret, but another girl had confessed her experience to him last year, and had made swear to keep it a secret.
He planned to.
Carol was lying quietly, her dark hair spread under her, though some of it had found its way onto her face. Her nipples had begun to harden with the sustained contact of the vibrator tucked into her panties, though it had fallen somewhat from where it needed to be.
The cord ran out of her panties and between her legs to the battery operated controller. Blindfolded, she remained unaware of his presence until he sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Mmm!” She exclaimed into the fabric that had been wound through her mouth and knotted behind her head. “Mmm!”
He smiled and caressed her side with the tip of one finger. She trembled and shook her head emphatically, but he stroked her again, watching her long, lean body shiver with each contact. She gasped when he gently took hold of a nipple, but after a second decided to ignore the attention.
She thinks I’m one of the girls, he decided, so much the better. He palmed the handful, massaging it between his fingers, his other hand stroking its way down her trembling torso to the edge of her panties. Lifting the vibrator by its cord he maneuvered it back to where it belonged. Carol whimpered and almost purred, then regained her composure and was silent again. Pretend you aren’t enjoying that thing all you want, little girl. I know the truth of the matter.
He reached for a pillow and slid it under the small of her back, bowing her over so that her pelvis and torso were tilted at a provocative angle. He toyed with her breasts some more, occasionally stroking the delicate lace of her panties.
From time to time she would tremble or sigh, but she was doing a valiant job of appearing nonplussed by the attention. He turned up the vibrator slightly and watched her pelvis buck and her breasts heave with surprise and delight.
The tremors lasted several long seconds and he turned it up again, ever so slightly. Cupping her left breast he began to suck on the stiff nipple slowly, passionately, alternating between slow and fast licks and strokes of his tongue.
Her hips would quiver occasionally, but her entire body had begun to tremble with surprising speed. He decided that having been restrained as she was with only that vibrator to think about for the last few hours had probably left her closer to orgasm than even she would have thought.
He ignored her other breast entirely, watching the nipple swell, but deliberately leaving it untouched. He turned up the vibrator again, then immediately turned it up again. This time it was too much for her and she began to saw her pelvis against the toy, trying to work it deeper.
“Mmm!”
Convinced that she was ready for some oral stimulation he untied her gag and bent down to kiss her before she could say a word. He timed it perfectly with another increase of the vibrators setting and she began to kiss him passionately, holding her head up to keep her lips against his.
She still thinks that I’m a girl, that she’s having a lesbian experience that she wasn’t expecting. Time to change her mind about that.
Breaking the kiss he increased the vibrators setting one more time and shucked his pants, climbing onto the bed while she trembled and whimpered.
“Please, please kiss me.” She asked her unseen, silent benefactor. He did, leaning over her nude body as he climbed between her legs. “I’ve never done this before, with a girl…” She admitted when he pulled away.
He smiled and pulled her panties aside, removing the vibrator entirely. She gasped, a hurt expression coloring her face.
Pressing the head of his penis against her vagina he began to stroke it up and down against her tender, young flesh.
“Ohhh, is that a dildo? It feels soo real.”
He kissed her again, rubbing the vibrator against her already stimulated breast, feeling her tremble under him.
He thrust gently, slowly into her very aroused vagina, feeling her stir under him, feeling her strain against her bonds in an attempt to break free and pull him close.
“Oh, God it feels so real!”
“That’s because it is.” He whispered in her ear, startling her yet again.
“You’re a guy?” She whispered back.
“Yes.”
“Oh, my God, then fuck me.”
He did the exact opposite. Pulling out he untied first one and then the other of her legs, removing her panties and then straddled her once more.
“Now, hang on to me freshman, your little pussy is in for the ride of its life.”
“Yes…”
And ride her he did. Slowly at first, then faster and harder, pulling out occasionally just to drive her wild while she waited for him to return. He could feel his balls swell, tighten with sperm and knew he didn’t have long. Then, after he paced himself and worked her good and long, he touched the vibrator to her previously un-teased breast and watch her light up like a Christmas tree. Body jerking after only a few seconds sustained contact, he watched his deliberate neglect of that nipple send her over the edge and they orgasm-ed together in a rocking, clutching tangle of arms and legs. She gasped for breath as he pulled out and climbed off of her, confused by the fact that he began retying her legs.
“What are you doing?” She asked, uncertain.
“You initiation isn’t over.” He replied quietly, tying her other leg. Picking up the vibrator he pressed it against her vagina and slid is smoothly inside, turning the setting down to a steady rate.
“Not over? Who are you? What’s your name? You have the biggest cock I have ever felt, tell me…”
He pressed the thick cloth into her mouth and wound it back around her head, silencing whatever else she might have said.
“I think its better this way. You’ll spend the next four years wondering if its me every time a guy smiles at you, every time someone whistles.” He whispered and tiptoed from the room, leaving her alone and confused, and tingling toward another orgasm. “Sweet dreams princess.”
“Did one of the other girls take her panties off?” The sorority girl asked, already in her junior year.
“No. Not that I know of.” It was the next morning and Carol had gone through at least three more powerful orgasms since the night before, albeit alone.
“Oh, my God that guy you sent in here was so fucking hot!” She exclaimed when they pulled the gag away.
“Guy?” The two sorority girls who had come to free her exchanged a confused glance. “What guy?”

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Fantasy

Highschool Grade 9 Chapter 1

All people, places, and events in this story are fictitious, any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidence.
This is written in first person, not based on true experiences, and if you aren’t an enjoyer of those under the age of 18, then please refrain from rude comments, it’s only a story.
Also, this first installment will contain little to no sexual content, being more of a “romancy” feel, I guess. Setting the mood for later installments, introducing characters, and so on.
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Let’s start at the beginning, when my life had an abrupt turn around, but not in a bad way. I can assure you of that.
I’m not some super hunk, but I’m not that kid that no one wants to go near. Fourteen years old, male, white, I stand at a nice six feet, but I’m a little on the skinny side, only weighing around 130 pounds or so. My hair is a normal brown, that seems to have a mind of it’s own, no matter what, and my eyes are a either blue or gray at any given time, and the color of them changes regularly. I even have braces, but I’ve had those since 5th grade. I have a mild personality, it takes a lot to get to me, and it’s rare that someone manages to even find me in the slightest fit of anger. I’m not athletic, but I have been able to hold my own with the Middle School’s best soccer players back when I was in 7th and 8th grade. I was always good at running, even with the little exercise I did.
The school I attend wasn’t in my hometown, so I don’t really know anyone as well as the rest of them know each other. I’ve been going to that school system for a few years but it takes twice as long to make really good friends, and since I’m shy, exceptionally so, it’s even more difficult. Now, I’m no “shut-in”, but my friends aren’t as close as I’d like them to be.
It’s my freshman year in high school, but I’ve been coming to this school system from three already, and in those years I’ve gotten one title that seems to stick out among the rest, “genius.” I don’t intend to brag, but when you live in a really bad neighborhood, and your parents don’t want you outside a lot, you can’t do that much except for reading. Anyways, I’m considered the “go-to-guy” by a lot of people in my classes for things such as quick help on an assignment, and through this I made the friends I have now.
With this, my story begins.
The cold December air wrapped around me as I slid into the back seat of our car, an old 1996 Jeep that managed to break down every now and then. My hair was still wet from my regular morning shower, and even in the brief seconds between my house and the car, it managed to freeze a little.
“C’mon, old fart, we’ve gotta go.” I said, calling out to my dad, who was regularly late, “School starts in ten minutes and we live twenty minutes away from there!” My dad grunted a response and hurried into his Jeep, pulling out of our gravel driveway and speeding down the road. He called himself a chronic speeder, and I’ll be the first to agree if it’s brought up by anyone else. Our drive was rather uneventful, it consisted of, the asking of what was going on today, a few questions about any tests or quizzes, and then a silent ride listening to talk radio as my dad snaked through traffic with the skill of an ex-deliveryman.
“Jump and roll,” My dad called out as we pulled up to the school, just in the nick of time for the first bell to ring, which signaled for five minutes before classes started. I ran to Chemistry, at the back of the building for some reason, and settled in just as the tardy bell rang. A few people congratulated me on the good timing, since the science teacher wasn’t too good to people that were late, sending them back down to the office right away to sign in for being late to class. And despite that, this class was one of my favorites.
Before I get any further, I’ll tell you now, my mind has been set on a few select girls for quite some time, since 6th or 7th grade, when I was still getting to know people and getting into the groove of things. A new one came along this year in Chemistry, a mixed girl named Sade? She’s a grade ahead of me, but she was a real beauty, in fact all of the girls I had my eyes set on were. Nothing like those stereotypical, “big titted” blondes that made an appearance in almost every porn film. Sade?as probably on the larger side of A-cup breasts, possibly a B-cup, I’m no expert in the ways of telling, and I sure as hell wouldn’t ask a girl out of the blue what her bra size was. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders and curled in an appealing way. She ran track, which was a plus since she had a perfectly flat stomach, and a toned ass that any girl would die to have. Those last few things were revealed by the form fitting shirts and skinny jeans that she almost always wore.
Science itself was rather boring, since I knew most of it anyways, being self taught in most subjects by this time, but being in the same class as Sade?ade it better, since she was a diamond among pearls.
Let’s get back to the story.
As class started, the monotony of the day began to set in until a little lab was prepared by the teacher, its was just mixing some chemicals to see what kind of reaction occurred, what differences were there between the beginning and end products, and so on. Today luck smiled on me as I was paired up with Sade?
“Nice goggles,” I teased as we both pulled on the generic, used by a thousand other students, cleaned by some cabinet that’s against the wall, goggles. You could barely see through them, but teachers, for some reason, decided it was good enough.
“I’d say the same but…” Sade?aughed back, the obvious, playful insult hanging in the air, not needing to be spoken. Her voice rang bells in my head, or so it seemed to me.
“That just hurts,” I returned, feigning sadness, she just laughed more, and nothing much happened after that. A few students broke their test tubes, one spilled a beaker of water, nothing exciting. After Science, next to nothing happened until lunch, as was every other day that had passed so far.
At lunch, I always saw a small girl named Zo? She was one of the girls I’d had my eye on since 7th grade, and for some reason, not many other guys did. Anyways, she was probably one of the few people in this school system that was close to me, not as close as I’d like, but closer than others, and I usually went to her when I had to say something I wouldn’t normally tell anyone. She was fairly quiet, very pale, probably around 5’4”, had light brown hair, and probably one of the cutest things to ever grace this god given planet. I never look for the hot girls, I already know they’re out of my league, and at this particular school, most of them were sluts anyway, and you knew it from the overuse of makeup. But Zo?she didn’t use any, and if she did, it was a very light amount. I’ve already said I was bad at guessing bra sizes, but with her, it just seems that her boobs were on the big side, which only made her even cuter, it gave her the appearance of being ready to fall over at any moment, which she did quite often.
“Can I have a few fries?” She asked in a quiet voice, she was never quite loud enough for me to hear, but by now I was used to this, and nodded agreement, smiling as I got a view down her shirt, which was never a bad thing. She, too, wore the form fitting shirts that seemed to hug her body in just the right places, and even now I could feel my crotch stirring. She looked up at me with green eyes that were pale, just like the rest of her. I couldn’t even consider speaking, lest my tongue fail me. I slid off to my usual table, and she hers, after taking a handful of fries.
I usually sit with a few friends, they’re what most would call “nerdy”, but I, already being the outcast I am, was able to gather a wide variety of friends, or acquaintances, and no one bothered me about. And for the most part, everyone was nice to each other at this school, no real bullying, and if something mean was said, we all took it in stride.
“Dude, why do you let her do that?” Trey asked, he was a decent friend, we had a few classes together this year, and he was pretty cool about anything. I could only shrug in response since, being shy, it’s rather hard to just go, “I like her,” and get on with life.
“Want to trade some fries for a few bites of this?” My friend Parshva asked, he was a Jainist, strictly vegetarian, but he always had a homemade meal, and it was almost always spicy.
“Sure,” I tossed a few fries his way and he pinches out what looks like a sponge ball, dips it some green mixture that gives off the smell of spicy food, and hands it to me. I ate the whole piece at once, and I felt the fire of it as it spread over my tongue and down my throat. “Damn,” I cursed, “that’s fucking spicy.” I held back a cough and did my best not to laugh, but it’s not much use when it’s such a common occurrence now that you just have to laugh. “Give me a warning next time.” I said, glancing over at Zo?s she ate at a table just a few ahead of mine.
After finishing my meal, I met up with Zo?nd a few other friends, all girls, but I kept close to Zo? I had the feeling that they knew I liked her, but I kept quiet about it as I listened to them talk to themselves, adding my two-cents every now and then until the bell rang and the rest of the mindless day wore on.
7th Period rolled around, and with it brought Maddie, best friend of Zo?and my closest friend at this school. She and I had weird talks, drew pictures of things such as five-legged unicorns, and had a fair share of awkward situations. She was tomboyish, had long, blonde hair, shorter than Zo?y about two inches, leaving her at 5’2”, and wasn’t skinny, but wasn’t fat either, it was an overall layer that made her skin look smooth and made her hips and medium-sized breasts appealing to the eyes. We were on opposite sides of the room, but before class started, we always had a short chat, and today’s wasn‘t much of a chat.
“Poopface,” she called out, and immediately I turned my head to respond, which just got laughter from her. There isn’t much you can say to that, but when you have very ticklish friends, it’s suffice to say that revenge is never boring. “Stop,” She said, between fits of giggles that only a girl can manage to have.
“No can do, I’m a poopface,” I said back, renewing my attack as people began to turn away from the scene, it was rather normal for us. The English teacher walked in as the bell rang, and I returned to my seat to listen to her boring, monotonous speech about Jonathan Edwards, who was anything but monotonous. Just as her, shall we call it, “lecture” began, the fire alarm went off. “Damn,” I murmured, much to the chagrin of the super Christian who sat behind me, “it’s cold and they have a fire?” It didn’t matter to me, though, I only thought of more time to screw around, and it was outside.
We filed out in no order, and I kept a slow pace with Maddie, joking around with her all the way outside, and continued to do so even as we stopped to await the tone that signaled to return inside.
“You’re still a poopface,” She said, after we’d gotten to the topic of me tickling her, and yes, she does use this term a lot, it’s who she is, and I don’t mind it.
“You know you love me,” I returned, laughing as she made a face that suggested otherwise. “How can you hate this wonderful piece of art?” Okay, I’ll admit that I’m a fairly conceited. Maddie didn’t help herself when she made a comment about me being one of the ugliest pieces of art she’s ever seen, so I resumed my tickling, which drew the attention on the thousands that were at the school as we stood in the cold December air.
“I’m beating you up tomorrow,” Maddie swore playfully, crossing her heart like a little kid does when they make a promise to someone else. At that point, I’d stopped and was hugging her since she didn’t have a jacket on, and although I don’t want to admit it, a few fantasies about her coming onto me right then and there entered my mind, in the frigid air, just going at it. I hope she didn’t notice my boner poking her in her oh-so-perfect ass.
Nothing exciting happened after this, we were given homework, sent off as the day’s final bell rang, I was taken home and I awaited the arrival of the next day. I played some video games, texted Maddie and Zo?and did as much as any other person would to get the next day to show up.
Friday reared it’s wondrous head this day, despite being around 10 degrees, there was little wind, so it didn’t feel freezing, and I even managed to leave the house early. So far, things were great, and I’d even relieved myself of a few stresses the night before, if you know what I mean. I could feel my crotch stir at the flight of fantasy I’d had during the night, and what a fantasy it was. I’d go into detail, but it’s better left unsaid for now.

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Fantasy

Promise You Won’t Break Me

Something new. Since i am new to this sight please, please, please be nice! i do take criticism very harshly ^^ oh this is not my full story just a prologue till the real thing. ^__^;

Fantasy

Mythland

Sarrina Windsworth never even saw it coming. One moment she was a normal teenage girl with friends and a social life, the next she was cast out of reality into a land where anything is possible. A land where mythical creatures of all kinds roam free and wild. She is thrown into the mix and has to find her way home. This is her story.

Fantasy

Becky’s School Days

This is a naughty story set in a private boarding school. It’s part one with some more planned. It’s completely unrealistic! But this is fantasy, we don’t need to be real 🙂

Fantasy

Mrs. Horny

“Heaton? Paul Heaton?” My assistant addressed the class of sixth-form boys.
“Here, Miss.” The teenage boy nonchalantly raised his arm.
“When this class is finished Mrs. Horner wants to see you in her office. I’ve already informed Mr. Rotheray that you’ll miss his lesson.” She handed him a slip of paper and left the classroom.
I’m the Head of Sixth Form at a Private School in the North of England. I’ve been married to Jim, a policeman, for 22 years. We’ve never had children of our own. Perhaps our jobs have put us off!
My nickname among the pupils is Mrs. Horny! Obviously a play on my surname, but I also because I like to dress ‘nice’. I usually wear stockings under my skirts, (hopefully not too obvious) and I like to show a little bit of cleavage too. I’ve taught at this school for 7 years.
Paul Heaton is the 18 year old Captain of both the rugby and cricket teams. He was very bright but had recently lost interest in his work and was becoming a bit of a troublemaker.
Dave Hemmingway, the Gym teacher had once, crudely, told me that all Paul needed was a ‘young tart’ to empty his balls into and he would be fine.
“Come in!” I called out when Paul knocked on my door.
“Sit down,” I told him, as I read the final few paragraphs of a report that some of his teachers had written about him.
I looked at him over the top of my glasses.
“Do you know why I want to see you?” I asked him.
“No Miss.” He replied, his eyes flicking around my office.
I walked around my desk and perched on the front as I began my lecture to him about ‘working hard’, ‘making more effort’, ‘curbing his temper’, etc, etc.
He looked sheepish and kept nodding his head.
I turned and leant back across the desk to pick up the report. If I did it just right I was sure that he would be able to see my stocking top. When I sat upright again I waved the report at him.
Paul was grinning from ear to ear.
“What are you smiling at?” I demanded to know.
“Nothing Miss.” He lied as he shuffled in his seat, sliding down so he could get a clearer look up my skirt as I crossed my legs.
“Paul!” I waved the report again, “I’ve spent all afternoon reading this! It’s about you! What do you think it says?”
He shrugged his shoulders and didn’t take his eyes off the lace at the top of my black stockings.
“Three of your teachers want me to expel you!” I lied, “What are you prepared to do to make me change their minds?”
Paul suddenly looked shocked, “Anything Miss! I’m sorry! Don’t tell my parents please. I’ll change…honest!” He rambled.
“Well,” I smiled at him; “there may be something that you can do that will convince me that you want to stay at this school.”
“What’s that Miss?” he began to relax; now looking at my ample bosom as I leant forward.
I put the report back on my desk and stepped towards him. I was pleased to see a bulge in his trousers.
“Stand up!” I told him as firmly as possible. Paul stood eye to eye with me.
I stroked his crotch.
“MISS!” He gasped.
“So do you play with yourself?” I cheekily asked him.
“No Miss. Sort of. Oooohh Miss!” He nearly choked as I squeezed his balls.
“What do you think of when you play with yourself?” I chuckled as I lifted his hands and placed them on my large 34d breasts. He instantly grabbed them and began kneading them like dough. I normally like my husband to be sensitive with them, but Paul’s amateur grappling felt very, very sexy.
He blushed and told me, “Madonna, Meg Ryan, Uma Therman…loads of women!”
I grinned as I continued stroking and squeezing his young manhood through his school trousers.
“You like older women do you?” I asked as I tickled his heavy balls, “Would you like to have sex with an older woman?” He didn’t need asking twice, and nodded his head.
“Because I like having sex with younger men!” I laughed as I kissed him sliding my tongue past his soft lips and into his mouth.
“Do my breasts feel nice?” I asked as he grappled with them through my blouse.
“Yes Miss!” He grinned as he squashed them together making my cleavage look like a mountain range.
“Would you like to see them?” I sexily smiled.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head.
“Whoa! YES PLEASE!” Paul nearly choked on the words.
“Take my top off.” I whispered. He quickly fumbled with the hem and in no time it was flung onto the floor.
He looked at me for guidance.
“That’s good, keep doing that.” I groaned as he boyishly groped my tits through my bra.
I unclipped it with one hand and pulled his face in between my naked heaving breasts with the other.
Together we ripped his blazer, shirt and tie off, dropping them at our feet.
His muscle bound, hairless torso looked magnificent as my hands stroked and tickled his chest and shoulders.
Paul’s firm hands and wet tongue covered every inch of my matronly tits. His hot breath made my nipples stick out like peanuts.
“Suck my tits, suck them!” I gasped. He instantly obeyed, smothering an aching teat with his warm wet mouth. My tits tingled for the first time in years.
My own fingers were now unzipping his trousers and fumbling with his underpants. His cock felt huge as I pulled it out of his pants.
“Stop! Sit on my desk!” I gulped as I pushed him away. His cock was about 6 inches long and as thick as my wrist, waving from side to side as he moved across the room.
As Paul sat on the edge of my desk his cock stood up like a flag-pole, he instinctively wanked it as I unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall to the floor leaving me standing in front of my schoolboy pupil in just my stockings and sexy black knickers.
This man/boy looked so erotic standing naked with his massive cock in his hand.
I took his thick cock in my hands and rolled my fingers along the fat length, shadowing every blue vein with my bright red fingernails.
“I love sucking cocks. Do you want me to suck yours?” I nearly begged him.
“Yes Miss.” He grunted as I covered the soft purple knob with my brightly coloured lips. My fingers engulfed his thick shaft, as I tasted his young cock. I couldn’t remember the last time that I’d sucked a cock that was as hard as this. He was absolutely rock solid as I tried to get it all in my mouth. I sucked and licked and chewed him as if my life depended on it.
As I blew him my hands began stroking his hairy legs and arse. I’d forgotten that men’s’ bodies could be this firm or muscular.
“Mmmm.” I moaned as his cock tickled my tonsils. My left hand squeezing his spunk filled bollocks as my right rubbed and stroked the length of his shaft.
After two or three minutes Paul tensed up and began groaning, my rubbing became faster as all I wanted to do was taste his virile young spunk.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh!” he grunted as the first large spurt filled my mouth. It was wonderfully thick and salty as it hit the back of my throat. I gripped his cock and sucked every last drop into my mouth and swallowed it deep down into my belly.
When he was finally finished I stood up and licked his gorgeous stomach, chest and nipples with my cum covered tongue.
Like all young men he seemed fascinated with my large breasts. His hands automatically grabbed them again as I eased my knickers off. The pain was exquisite and he made my eyes water as he twisted and tugged my extended nipples.
“Ohhhh Paul,” I groaned as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of my tits.
With my breasts stinging with pain I whispered, “Do you want to lick my cunt?”
He looked surprised, “Yes. But I don’t know how to.”
“I’ll teach you,” I told him as I pulled away and lay back on the desk with my knees in the air and my feet on the edge exposing my glistening gash to him.
His pale blue eyes sparkled as he stared at my welcoming shaven haven.
When I pulled the sticky flaps apart I was so wet I felt some of my love-juice trickle out and run onto some papers that were lying underneath me.
“Stick your tongue out and slowly lick the edge,” I advised him, “take your time.”
He tentatively ran his tongue along my outer labia. His eyes grew in size as he quickly acquired the taste of woman.
His face nearly disappeared inside me as he lapped and sucked my trembling pussy. Paul’s nose kept touching my clitoris as he tongue fucked me, sending me nearer and nearer the edge of a fantastic orgasm.
I could still taste his bittersweet cum in my mouth as I told him, “Oh fucking Hell Paul…yes…yes…. That’s good…yesssss…oh God, Paul you’re making my cunt very wet…. Finger me, finger me, and push your fingers in!”
I moaned and groaned as he tried to get his fingers past his chin and into my aching hole.
I had to grab and squeeze my heaving tits, pulling and tugging at my nipples just as my young lover had done moments before.
“Higher, higher!” I gasped as his tongue flashed just underneath my clit for the hundredth time. He did as he was told and instantly found my throbbing clit at the same time as two of his thick fingers slid deep inside my vagina.
“Aaaarrrggghhh, Uuuuggghh, ssshhhiiittt!” I groaned and shook my head as my orgasm finally hit me making me shake like a jelly.
As I lay trembling in the afterglow of my orgasm, Paul took two steps back as if to survey his handiwork.
Still with one stocking clad leg raised on my desk and the other dangling over the edge I realised that his massive cock was as hard as before.
“God! It is true about young men’s’ recovery time!” I laughed to myself.
“Fuck me!” I told him as I lifted my leg back onto the desk and beckoned him towards me.
As he nudged his fat knob into my cunt I pulled my nylon covered legs back until my knees touched my tits.
“Shit! Fucking SHIT! Ooh you fucker! You little fucker!” I groaned as inch by inch his fat monster filled my under used pussy.
He leant forward and gripped onto the far edge of my desk as the last of his cock filled me up putting lots of pressure onto my cervix. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” I hissed.
He complied by drilling his massive thing into me, time after time.
I’d been promiscuous most of my life and had many lovers but this young boy was fucking the living daylights out of me. My feet were soon pushed back around my ears as he relentlessly pounded my pussy making me moan, groan, purr and pant.
“Miss! This is…. This is…is fucking great! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He wailed as his cock continued thrashing my middle-aged vagina.
After five or six minutes of this fantastic fuck I was beginning to regret sucking him off earlier. He was lasting forever! I was in absolute ecstasy as he tried to nail me to the desk with that fabulous hunk of meat.
“I want to cum! I want to cum!” Paul grunted as sweat dripped from his forehead onto my neck.
“Let me turn over,” I panted.
My stomach and back ached like never before as I rolled onto my stomach and positioned myself on all fours for him.
His cock looked even bigger and sexier as he stood with his hands on his hips waiting for me to get comfortable.
“Can I…you know…cum inside you?” he asked as I spread my legs.
“Oh yes!” I purred again.
I had to guide it in for him, but once the knob found the spot he resumed at the same furious pace as before.
Getting fucked doggy style is just the most amazing feeling at the best of times, but when your lover is standing up at exactly the right angle and happens to have a fat 6 inch cock – the feeling is out of this fucking world!
Paul grabbed my fleshy hips and fucked me like a dog and its bitch. He pounded and pounded until his cock felt like it was going deep into my belly.
I knew that he couldn’t last much longer, but couldn’t do anything to help him but hang onto the edge of the desk.
“Miss! Miss! Miss!” he called out, “I’m cumming!”
“I know, I know!” I gasped as I thrust my arse back to try and meet his energetic thrusts.
“Haaaaaaaaa, Oooohh, Oooohh!” he groaned as his hot spunk exploded inside my womb. Paul dug his fingers into my soft skin as he clung onto me while the last drops of his cum flooded my well-fucked hole.
My young lover silently withdrew his flaccid cock and flopped trembling onto the wooden chair. His face was a picture of wonderment and shock.
I ungraciously crawled off the desk in the most unladylike manner, but felt absolutely wonderful as my stretched vagina oozed excess spunk down the inside of my thighs.
The Gym teacher, Mr. Hemmingway, had been right; all Paul had needed was some tart to empty his balls into; but that tart was me his teacher.
Paul came to my office every Wednesday afternoon for private tuition until the end of term in the July. We fucked and sucked in every position possible. I was sexually fulfilled for the first time in 20 years and he seemed able to concentrate on his schoolwork again, subsequently passing his exams and going to College.
Thankfully he kept his promise of silence and our secret never came out, until now.
Mrs. Horny

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