by Amy Brent
Holden’s hands went to my ass cheeks and his fingers dug in to my soft flesh, pulling my pussy down onto his mouth as his tongue rammed in and out of my hole. I felt his cock harden in my hand, but I was not coordinated enough to pump him while cumming in his mouth. I pushed myself up with my hands on his knees and practically sat on Holden’s face and just let my juices fly. He moaned with his tongue deep in my pussy, his fingers flexing against my ass. I started sliding my pussy across his lips and tongue. I could feel his chin on my clit, his nose at my ass. I pounded my pussy to his face. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t control myself. My entire body went tense and I came and came and came, gushing juices into Holden’s mouth, drenching his cheeks and chin, moaning like an animal in the wild.
“Oh… fuck… I’m… whooo… fuck…”
It was all I could say because I could barely breathe, much less form words. Without a word of his own, Holden put his hands on my hips and squeezed to get my attention.
“Fuck me now, Jude,” he ordered. “Slide down and slide onto my cock. I want you to fuck me till I fill you with my hot cum.”
I gave him a coy look over my shoulder and did as I was told. I kept my hands on his knees and slid my pussy over his cock, facing away from him so her could grab onto my ass while we rock and rolled.
He held his cock steady as I slowly impaled myself on it. I lowered my hips until I felt the bulbous head pressing against my hole. The breath caught in my throat as my pussy stretched to accommodate him. I was so wet, the head of his cock easily slid inside my tight box.
“Yes… that’s what… teacher likes…” Holden sighed playfully. He dug his fingers into my hips to steady me. “Now, my pet, take my cock inside you as far as you can.”
“Yes, sir…” I said, the words coming from my lips on gusts of breath. I lowered myself onto his rigid shaft, one inch, then another, then another, only stopping when I felt the head of Holden’s cock hit my innermost wall. With my hands still on his knees and his fingers on my sides, I started slowly sliding my pussy up and down the length of his shaft. It felt amazing. I could feel him in every part of my body.
“That’s… it…” Holden moaned, the muscles in his legs flexing beneath my fingers. “Slowly… yes… oh… fuck… Jude… your pussy is… so… so… fucking… tight…”
“And your… cock is… so fucking… big,” I said, feeling the tension building in my body again as another orgasm began to build. With every stroke, I got closer and closer to cumming again. I sped up the pace, faster, faster, until I was literally slamming my pussy up and down on Holden’s stiff cock, stopping only when the tip of his cock hit my cervix. The orgasm was coming faster now. My body was getting hotter by the minute, heating up from the inside out. I could feel sweat dotting my upper lip, streaming down my neck, sluicing between my breasts.
“Fuck… Jude… I’m… I’m… cumming…” Holden growled like a caged animal longing to be set free. “Cum with me… Jude… Cum with me… now…”
Holden’s body went rigid beneath me as his muscles tensed from the orgasm that was pounding through his body. I watched his toes curl and heard him grunt several times and call my name.
His fingers dug in deeper as he started lifting me up and down on his cock, ramming into me hard enough to hurt in a good way.
I turned all self-control over to my teacher and felt myself cumming again and again and again. As Holden filled my pussy with what felt like gallons of his hot milky goo, I gushed pussy juices back over him, coating his cock and balls and thighs and stomach.
When it was over, we had made one hell of a mess, but it didn’t matter.
We looked at each other and smiled, both knowing that our first night of fun had just begun.
CHAPTER TEN: Holden
“I’ve never had spaghetti for breakfast,” Jude said, smiling as she swirled the tip of one finger across her now-empty plate. She brought the finger up and sucked off the spaghetti sauce, then picked up the large mug of steaming black coffee and cradled it between her hands. “And I’ve certainly never had spaghetti with coffee before. Italian food… French roast coffee… It’s just so… continental.”
“I can get you a glass of warm champagne if you prefer,” I said, jabbing a thumb at the champagne bottle that was now soaking in a bucket of room temperature water that had been ice the night before.
“No, no, this is fine,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows over the top of the cup as the steam rose in the air. “I think I might have discovered my new favorite combination. Spaghetti and coffee. Mmmm…”
She made me smile, sitting at the kitchen island wearing nothing but one of my blue button-down shirts and a sly look on her pretty face. She had the shirt sleeves rolled up past her elbows and the front unbuttoned midway down her breasts, giving me a perfect view of her freckled cleavage.
“What is it about a woman wearing a man’s shirt that is so freakin’ sexy?” I asked, leaning back against the sink with my own cup of black coffee in one hand. I was wearing a pair of black boxer shorts and no shirt. My cock, still exhausted from the night spent with Jude, slept peacefully in my shorts.
“What is it about a man with a big cock wearing boxer shorts that is so freakin’ sexy?” she asked in return, narrowing her eyes at my crotch. “Not every man, of course. I can’t imagine that Professor Markle would be very sexy wearing just a pair of silk boxers.”
“Hey, don’t sell the old guy short,” I said, scolding her with my eyes. “The rumor is that back in the day Markle was quite the heartbreaker, or so I understand.” I set the cup on the counter and scratched my whiskered chin. “Believe it or not, he was captain of the swim team and the track team.”
She giggled and rolled her eyes. “When? Like 1917?”
“More like 1947,” I said, tapping the finger to my chin. “Be nice to the old man. If it wasn’t for him going on sabbatical, we might never have met. I was planning on taking the semester off to visit my friend Wynn in Los Angeles. I only canceled that trip to teach Markle’s silly fetish class.”
“That would have been terrible,” she said, pouting. “Who would be my grad school crush if you weren’t here?”
I shrugged as I started gathering the dirty dishes off the counter and placing them in the sink. “Well, you could have snared Mr. Pennyworth, perhaps. He’s not terribly old and worn-out. Or perhaps you could have switched teams and planted your nympho treatise in Mrs. Burgan’s desk. I do believe she swings both ways.”
She feigned an innocent look. “What are you talking about? Planted my nympho treatise? Why, Professor Moss, whatever do you mean.”
“I’m not entirely stupid,” I said with a smile. “Markle didn’t leave that paper in the desk. Trust me, even though he’s old as the hills and probably hasn’t had an erection since the sixties, he’s still a guy. He would never leave that behind.”
“Are you accusing me of planting that paper in the desk to seduce you?” she asked, putting a hand over her mouth to hide her smile. “Professor Moss, you’re giving me far too much credit.”
I picked up a dish rag and wiped my hands with it as I came around the island. I looped the towel around her neck and pulled her face toward mine. “I think you deserve far more credit than that,” I said, pressing my lips to hers. She tasted like tomato sauce and strong coffee. “In fact, what you don’t know is that when I discovered that you had signed up for the class, I kidnapped old Markle and locked him away. In fact, he’s tied up right now in a closet in the spare room.”
“You’re a wonderful teacher,” Jude said, nipping at my chin. “But you’re a lousy liar.”
“I may be a lousy liar,” I said playfully. My fingers started undoing the buttons down the front of the shirt, exposing her gorgeous breasts and stiff nipples. “But I am a great fuck in the shower.”
“Ooh… I love to fuck in the shower.” She cooed the words as her hand slid inside the boxers to free my rigid cock. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft and started moving slowly back
and forth.
I sighed in her ear. “Spaghetti… Coffee… A gorgeous man with a big cock… What a perfect way to start the day.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN: Jude
To say that the time I spent with Holden over the following few weeks was an adventure would have been a gross understatement of fact. He was an incredibly smart, incredibly creative, incredibly energetic teacher, and I was the willing, hungry, passionate student. He was an amazing master and I was totally and completely, the teacher’s pet.
We did everything two consenting adults could possibly do to pleasure one another. We tried every position, performed every act, acted out every fetish, every little quirk, nothing was off limits between us. I thought I’d done it all sexually until I met Holden Moss. No holds barred, nothing was too outrageous, that was the deal we made that first night. Don’t be afraid to ask, whatever you want. If it brought intense pleasure—and didn’t break a number of state and local laws—we were both willing to give it a try.
We had fucked in every position you can imagine, some I was sure had never been tried before by other less-adventurous couples. We were writing our own Kama Sutra: him on top, me on top, me on top facing the other way, him behind me, standing up, sitting down, lying down, legs around his waist, legs around his ears, sixty-nine, upside down, downside up, and on and on. And we had sex everywhere we happened to be when the mood struck, and the mood struck a lot.
Blowjobs and fucking in cars. Hand jobs in crowded movie theaters. Blowjobs and pussy licking under tables at restaurants and bars, in his classroom, in public restrooms. His place. My place. Motels. Closets. Restrooms. The gym. The football field. It was like we were taking a tour of campus and fucking our way around instead of walking.
Not only was Holden an adventurous and creative lover, he was also tender and caring. Don’t get me wrong, he could be physical and a little rough, but he could be gentle and loving, always putting my needs and satisfaction before his. He was an alpha male with a heart, at least when it came to his little teacher’s pet.
Things were going great until the day I was leaving Holden’s class on a bright fall day, rushing to my car because I had to be at work in an hour. I wasn’t paying much attention to my surroundings so I didn’t see the man standing next to my car until I was almost on top of him. When I saw him, I froze in my tracks. It was Professor Keith Calloway, my former lover, whom I thought had been fired and moved on.
“Hey Jude,” he said, singing the words. He was leaning against my car with his arms folded over his chest. When he saw me, he pushed himself off the car and held out his arms for a hug that I didn’t accept. “Oh, don’t be like that.”
“What are you doing here, Keith?” I asked, clutching my books to my breasts, looking frantically around the lot, paranoid that his wife might be near. “You know you’re not supposed to bother me.”
The one thing I had not told anyone about Keith—not even Izzy or Holden— was that even after his wife caught us having sex in the natatorium pool and the shit hit the fan, he would not leave me alone. Even after I had made it crystal clear that I wanted nothing more to do with him, he still called all hours of the night and showed up at my place unannounced. He followed me around town and sat in his car outside my work. It was like he was stalking me. And every time we spoke he seemed to just get angrier and angrier. He had never outwardly threatened me, but I had sworn out an order of protection that was supposed to keep him at least fifty yards from wherever I happened to be. I had not seen him in months. Now, here he was, leaning against my car with a devious look on his face. Looking into his eyes, those eyes that used to look at me with love and compassion, was like looking into the eyes of a shark.
He pooched out his bottom lip and made a sad face. “Oh, Jude, I’m not bothering you. Aren’t you happy to see me? Haven’t you missed me? I’ve certainly missed you.”
“Keith, you need to leave me alone,” I said, holding up a hand to keep him at bay. “I don’t want any trouble and your wife made it very clear what she’d do to me if she ever saw me again.”
“But that’s just it, my pet,” he said, smiling broadly as he hooked his thumbs in his belt buckle and tapped it with his fingers. “I’m divorced! The bitch kicked me out. She took the house, the kids, everything. But it was worth it. That was the price I was willing to pay to be with you! Now come on, give your old teacher a hug and a kiss.”
He held out his arms again and smiled, giving me the look of an old lover returning for more. I clutched my books tighter to my chest and took a step back. “Keith, I’m sorry about your marriage, but there is no me and you. Not anymore. I never would have gotten involved with you if I had known that you were married and had a family. You lied to me. I would never do that.”
He gave me a sideways look, scolding me with his eyes. “Oh, come on, Jude, you can drop the ‘I’m no home wrecker’ routine.” He took a step toward me and lowered his voice. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you approached me the first time in my classroom. Sitting there on the front row with your nipples poking through your tee-shirt and your short-shorts, pulling the leg aside to show me your beautiful pussy. All those wonderful selfies you sent...” His eyes went to up and down my body. He licked his lips like a hungry wolf. “That beautiful body. Those fucking tits.” He narrowed his eyes to stare at my crotch. He stuck out his tongue and licked the air like a snake searching for prey. “Still shaving your pussy? You know, I can close my eyes and taste your pussy juices on my tongue.”
“Stop it, Keith,” I said, gritting my teeth. I was doing my best to be brave, but he was scaring me. My voice quivered a little. “It was all a mistake. I should not have done that and I’m sorry. I don’t want anything to do with you now. I want you to leave me alone. Please, you have to leave me alone.”
He narrowed his dark eyes at me. Keith was good looking, in a brooding, dangerous sort of way. That was one of the things that had drawn me to him. He had never hit me or did anything violent, but I always thought he had the potential. He was quick to anger and yelled a lot. I watched his fingers flexing into fists at his sides.
“I can’t leave you alone, Jude,” he said, taking another step closer. He was just a few feet away now. We were at the back edge of the parking lot. I was usually late to class and had to find a parking space where I could. I glanced around. There was no one nearby. The closest people were milling around the grass in front of the psyche building fifty yards away.
“Keith, listen to me, what we had, it was fun and —”
“It was more than fun, Jude,” he said, his voice gravelly, almost a growl. “It was everything. What we had, I mean, it wasn’t just the sex, which was fucking amazing, but the connection, the feelings…” He was rambling, almost talking out of his head. I noticed for the first time that his eyes were red. He was sweating. His hands were trembling. I could smell the alcohol on his hot breath. He was high as a kite. Knowing that frightened me even more. A sober, coherent Keith would listen to reason. But I knew from experience that a Keith who had been drinking and smoking dope only listened to his own urges regardless of the consequences.
I forced myself to stand a little straighter. I raised my voice and held out my hand again. “Keith, stop it! It’s over. We are over. I still care about you and I want you to be happy but there’s nothing here now, nothing sexual. I will not sleep with you again. Period.”
He shocked me when he fell to his knees in front of me and reached out his hands. Tears filled his eyes. “Fine, I can accept that, but Jude, please, I have to have you just one more time. Just one more fuck for old time’s sake. Please. I’m begging you. I’ll die if I don’t fuck you one more time.”
Before I could respond he suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me down onto the pavement with him, sending my books flying. I tried to scream, but a strong hand over my mouth forced the words back down.
“You fucking bitch,” he growled in my ear. “You think you can just come along and flash that pr
etty pussy and get whatever you want without worrying about who gets hurt.” He roughly turned me around and put his arm around my neck and squeezed hard. I felt myself starting to black out as his arm cut off my oxygen. I scratched at his arm, fighting to stay awake.
“Fucking whore,” he growled, somehow getting to his feet and pulling me up with him. There was a grassy area next to where I was parked. Twenty yards across the grass was a patch of thick woods. Keith started dragging me toward the trees. I knew what was going to happen if he got me into the woods. He would beat me, rape me, probably hurt me bad. I struggled to break free, but his arm around my neck was like a vice. His right hand had grabbed my right wrist and twisted it behind me. It felt as if my arm was about to break. He ground his crotch into my ass as he pushed me along. I could feel him getting hard already at the anticipation of forcing himself on me. And I was helpless to do anything but allow myself to be forced into the woods until I could get into a better position to fight. Once he turned me around my knee would go for his balls and my fingernails for his eyes. There was no way I was going to make this easy for him.
“Fucking cunt,” Keith growled in my ear. “I’m gonna fuck your ass until you can’t fucking move, you fucking cunt bitch. Come into my classroom and flash your pussy and your tits and ruin my marriage. Hell, you ruined my entire life, you fucking cunt. And I know I’m not the first. And probably won’t be the last. It’s time somebody made you pay. Let’s see how many men will want you when I’m done with you. I’m gonna fucking —”
I suddenly felt myself being jerked backward as the words cut off in Keith’s throat. I was thrown roughly to the side and rolled several times, landing hard on the grass. I heard male voices, angry, threatening. When I finally stopped rolling and was able to look up I saw Holden gripping the front of Keith’s shirt, shaking him like a rag doll. Keith’s nose was bloody. There was blood smeared across the knuckles of Holden’s right hand.
