by Lucian Bane
“Face the whiteboard young lady.” She did as he said and he handed her a marker. “You will be punished for making my cock so hard. Write.”
She took the marker. “What am I to write, Sir?”
“Write ‘I want Mr. Bane to lick my pussy.’”
“Yes Sir.”
Lucian moved his chair next to her. “Put your foot back where it was.”
She did as she was told. The look on her face nearly made him fucking orgasm. She was so into this.
“Do you want me to touch your clit?”
“Yes.”
He reached and barely touched the tip of it, watching her face as he did. Her eyes rolled shut and she stopped writing. Lucian tucked the bottom of her skirt into its waistband, exposing her firm ass. He gave her a hard spank and she cried out. “That’s for not writing. Now don’t stop.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes Sir.”
She began writing again and Lucian toyed with her clit with one hand while sliding his finger between her dripping folds from behind. “Miss Reese, your pussy is so very wet. Are you always this wet?”
“No.”
“Oh?” He slid his finger inside of her, keeping his touch on her clit barely there.
“Oh God,” she gasped when he hit her core.
“When are you this wet, Miss Reese? When you come to my class?”
“Yes, yes.”
He stroked her core slowly with a firm pressure. “So you come to my class wanting this?”
“Yes,” she cried weakly.
“I bet you want much more than this.” He spanked her ass again. “Keep writing. And tell me what you think about when you come to my class.”
“Your cock,” she gasped.
“My cock,” he said, surprised. “What do you think about?”
“Sucking it,” she whispered.
He spanked her again. “Your pussy clenches my finger when I spank you. That makes my cock hot.”
“I want your cock.”
“Do you?” he said, stroking himself again. My cock is wet. My fingers are wet and rubbing all over it. Is that where you want to lick it?”
“Please, yes.”
“You’re very sweet when you beg Miss Reese.” He spanked her again and jabbed her core hard. “You’re dripping down my hand.” He pulled his finger out and licked her off of it. “Hold on to my desk Miss Reese.”
He helped her get into position and stroked her perfect ass.
“Do you mind if I lick your pussy before I shove my cock into it?”
She gave several moans before whispering, “Do it, yes.”
He moved his chair and knelt behind her, then took hold of her hot ass cheeks in both hands. “So pretty Miss Reese,” he whispered before sliding his tongue along her bare lips, then opening her dripping folds with it. He thrust his tongue into the warm opening and spanked her ass, groaning when her pussy clenched on his tongue. He repeated that process several times, hearing her climax getting closer with every instance.
He sat back in his chair and took hold of her hips, guiding her to his cock. When he had her in position, he gave her ass another hard spank. “Keep holding the desk, Miss Reese. I’ll direct you.”
He worked her tight pussy onto his cock. “Oh God, oh God,” she barely cried.
When he was buried inside her, he slid his hands softly along her hips and then spine, working his way around to cup her full breasts and pinch those firm nipples. He navigated down her belly with one hand and swirled his finger over her tight slippery clit while rolling her nipple.
“Lucian!”
He released her breasts and wrapped her pony tail around his hand and pulled a little. “Sir to you young lady.”
Her moans were on the verge of explosion.
“Your pretty pussy wants to come on my cock, I can feel it.”
“Yes, yes. Please let me.”
“I need to make my cock feel good first, Miss Reese,” he rasped. “You will have to wait.”
She answered with several desperate moans even as Lucian held her hips and began moving her on and off of him. “Fuck,” he grit out, “Your pussy is so very tight on my cock. Touch your clit Miss Reese. Make it come for me.”
In the second he said it, Lucian lost control. He leaned back and bucked his hips while spanking her ass non-stop. She screamed with the savage orgasm that rocked both of them, making items fly off the desk in the flurry of insane ecstasy.
She ended in his lap, in the embrace of his arms, his face in her neck and his hand on her womb, breathless. They stayed that way for a long while, their breaths and moans mingling. “Fucking… amazing,” he finally whispered.
“Oh my God,” she moaned in agreement.
“I hope to fuck that doctor was right about sex not hurting the baby,” he muttered, kissing her shoulder.
“Me too. Sir,” she breathed.
Lucian groaned, his cock responding. It would never hear the word Sir without reliving this fucking moment right here. “That was…” he gasped in astonishment. “The best ever. Pretending to be your first is my wettest dream baby.”
“Mmmm,” she whispered. “Mine too.”
Chapter Eleven
After the couples mingled and enjoyed some of Susan’s Hors d'oeuvre, Lucian stood before the class, his body still humming over the little sexual christening he and Tara had indulged in a few hours earlier. “I’ll walk around and pick up your homework. That would be the ten things you wished were different, not the hundred things all couples should know about each other. That one you can keep. And you’ll get this one back, I just need to see the answers.”
Lucian watched as they all hurried to comply. It was nice to see everybody taking the class so seriously. The women had little satchels and bags for their stuff. They even seemed to dress up for the event and that said something. Well, Susan seemed to dress up for any and everything but he was sure she dressed extra nice and professional looking for this. She apparently had every color fathomable of pant-suits and matching shoes. He still waited for her to wear a pair he’d seen before.
The men on the other hand pulled homework out that appeared to have been stored for days in their sweaty underwear. Except for Steve, and Tom the banker. He understood that from those who worked hard. And Steve and Tom both treated stationary items like sacred artifacts. Some form of OCD toyed with their nerves, always requiring them to fuss and fret with the exact order of things in their reach.
Standing at the front of the class, Lucian began going through some of the answers while they all waited. He was looking for a constant issue among the couples. The rest he’d take as private items and deal individually with them to maintain a little confidentiality.
Lucian wrote two columns on the board.
Things To Stop. Things To Start.
“What I’m about to write on the board are items that are near constants on each of your lists in one form or another. He began writing under Things To Start.
Do have more sex.
Do be more romantic.
Do spend less money.
Do clean/cook more.
Do help around the house more: kids cleaning.
Next he wrote under the Things To Stop.
Don’t nag.
Don’t leave your stuff all over.
Don’t holler.
Don’t ignore.
Don’t procrastinate.
Don’t always be on electronics.
When he finished, he pointed to the board. “Can we identify which things might belong to the women and which to the men?”
Muttering and laughter filled the room.
Lucian pointed to the Things To Start list, specifically the Do have more sex. “Man or woman?” The answers were very mixed with Susan’s voice well heard among them, so Lucian put an M and F next to it.
He went to Do be more romantic.
“Women,” everybody called out then laughed.
Lucian nodded and chuckled, writing W next to it.
After going through the entire list that way, he turned and said, “It seems pretty clear that these do’s and don’ts are somewhat gender specific, don’t you think?” He sat on the corner of the desk and said, “That’s actually an advantage to learn. What does this tell us? It tells us that there are constants in most genders. Most women have certain needs and most men have certain needs. Our job as heroes and heroines who love to please each other is to discover them. Learn them. Master meeting those needs.”
He grinned at all of them, loving to remind them that this wasn’t about getting something but giving. “Ricky, you look a little surprised about that. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
He looked around and shrugged. “Just never thought about it like that. Makes sense.”
“It does,” Lucian agreed.
“Boyd, you look a little pissed about it. Care to share?”
Boys slid one leg out and slouched. “I just think women know what men need, and do everything in their power to not give it.”
Hannah, his wife, returned fire with a verbal assault that sounded like an automatic weapon.
“Hey!” Lucian yelled over the racket. “Please. I asked him a question, he answered it. You’re allowed to not like his answer, but remember our rule. Kindness and respect.”
“You didn’t call his answer rude?” Hannah shot out.
Lucian raised his hands. “I think Boyd was being sincere and honest.”
“A sincere asshole, yes,” Hannah said, looking at him.
“Whether or not Boyd is right about his assumption is another matter,” Lucian said. “But Boyd, please, watch how you word things. Identifying your problems with the general term women is just a bad idea. In fact,” Lucian went to the board and wrote. “New rule. When stating problems, refrain from saying “always… women… or men.” He put the marker down. “When addressing guilty parties, I mean. Not all men or all women do anything except breathe air, eat, use the bathroom, and die. Saying otherwise is a gender prejudice and it’s clearly flammable. Can we all agree?”
The class muttered agreement and Lucian went back to his spot on the corner of the desk, eying his wife who always had her eye on him and a smile ready that gave him a little burst of joy. He selected another student and pointed at them. “Vicky, when we made the gender connection with that list, you seemed to have something to share.”
The woman reminded Lucian of young version of Alice from that sitcom, Mel’s Diner. The thin waitress with the short hair and dangling earrings. “I was just thinking half of those things men don’t like are because of the things they don’t do.”
“And I was thinking the things you do bring on the things you don’t like,” Darrel said. Lucian had thought those two had joined the class for money, but now he realized she joined for that reason and he’d tagged along to appease her. And maybe intended to make her eat that little cake she made him buy.
“Okay,” Lucian yelled again, heading off another yelling match. “Darrel has hit on something very important.” Lucian went to the board and drew lines between the dos and don’ts items. “So what Darrel is saying is, what we don’t do or do brings on what we don’t do and do.”
Lucian put the marker back down and turned to the couples who seemed ready to get back to logical thinking. “He’d be so very right. It’s a very basic principal. Darrel is a dick to Vicky, and Vicky does such and such in response. But Darrel is being a dick because of something Vicky did or didn’t do.” Lucian pointed around. “Same for all of you. Am I right? Nobody is an ass for nothing are they? Ladies, you’re not nagging for nothing are you? You’re nagging because you’ve asked once. Twice. Then you’re yelling because you’re nagging isn’t being heard and now you’re pissed. Maybe you’re spending more money because you’re pissed about not being heard? Get ready for this guys. Maybe she’s not having sex because she’s pissed about having to holler because she’s not being heard? And if she is being heard, nothing is being done which is the same or worse as not being heard!”
The women were in an uproar of agreement and Lucian grinned and nodded, giving them their little parade before raining all over it.
“Okay! Okay, stop!” Lucian yelled, for silence again. “Let’s spin that around. “The men are ignoring you because you never stop asking. The men aren’t doing it because you only care about what you want—you don’t care about them. The men know you don’t care about them because you don’t want to have sex with them. You could have sex with them but you don’t, therefore you must not want to. The men shut down, shut you out because why should he do anything for somebody who doesn’t… love him?
“Pop quiz,” he said, sitting on his desk. “How many ladies in here know that a man shows his affection and love through sex?” Lucian raised his hand along with every other man in there.
“Ohhhhh,” Lucian said, getting up and walking before the class. “None of you ladies knew that a man’s heart is in his dick?”
They all laughed a little and he said, “You laugh but it’s the truth. Ever wonder why men want to have sex when they make up from a fight? You ladies thought it was because that’s all he can think about or that’s all he cares about, he likely made up just so he could fuck in fact? Ladies, newsflash. Men. Are wired. To love and connect with their wife that way.
“Now here’s a shocker for the men. Maybe. Did you guys know that most women express love through words and non-sexual affection? Caressing, kissing and cuddling?” He nodded smiling. “And women, did you know what non-sexual caressing, kissing, and cuddling makes a man want?”
They were all quiet now. They were connecting it.
“Sex. That’s right. Vicious cycle isn’t it?” Lucian sat back on the desk. “But it’s only vicious if you’re not loving each other. Or you’re fighting to meet your needs rather than fighting to meet theirs. Remember the balance? The one if you fuck it up your world shatters? You feeling me now?”
They all muttered understanding. Lucian clapped once, more than a little excited with the progress. “How many of you learning anything in this class so far, raise your hand.”
They all raised their hand and Lucian put his hands on his hips nodding. He noticed Tara without her hand raised and pointed to her. “She knows all things.”
The class erupted in laughter, getting his little joke. “So how many of you learned anything about your spouse in this class, raise your hand.”
Again they all raised their hands.
“Very good. And are we closer to knowing that we don’t know who we married?”
Again they all chuckled and gave their yes’s.
“Another very good thing. It’s important to get rid of the things we think we know, and make room for the things we need to know. That’s what we’re doing. And once we get to that point where you’re looking at your partner and saying ‘Who the hell are you?’ then we’re ready to graduate from class What The Fuck.”
Lucian winked at Tara when he found her staring at him. She bit her lip and looked down, sending flashes of heat through his body and fantasies racing through his head.
“Okay, now, I have some fun planned.” Lucian signaled Tara and she came up to the board. “We’re going to do a few activities that will require you to work together as a team. Why are we doing this? To get you warmed up for our later classes that will most certainly require team work. Everybody move your desks to the front. We’re going to play Pictionary.”
They got the game set up and Tara began first. Lucian was in love all over again at seeing her pathetic drawing skills and the guessing began, Susan the loudest.
“An octopus!” Susan yelled. “A reindeer with a big ass. Like mine!” booming laughter.
Five more minutes of hilarious guessing all around, Darrel and Vicky scored. Lucian put the couple’s names on the board and gave them a point. “For every point you make, whichever one of you made it, has to kiss their spouse. Darrel? Pucker up.”
Vicky rolled her eyes and turned and kissed him and every
body clapped, making her blush. Nice. Very nice.
“Okay, Vicky or Darrel draws next.”
Darrel came up and took a card and began to draw, and the guessing flew.
“A bus!” Tara snapped.
“Going to school,” from Boyd.
“A busman!” Steve called.
“A busboy! A big ass person,” Susan yelled.
“A busy body! An elephant on a bus!” another said.
“A business man!” Hannah next.
“That’s it!” Darrel said, pointing to her, laughing. “Pucker up Boyd!”
Everybody began cheering her on. Kiss him, Kiss him, Kiss him. When she planted one on his mouth, they all cheered.
A few more rounds later and a lot of hysterical laughter, Lucian announced, “Okay, this next game is going to require some serious team work. Everybody line up, couples together. Tara brought out ten black satin ties and gave one to each.
“Men, you’re going to tie your wife’s left arm to her side and wives you’ll tie your husband’s right arm to his side. The first couple that manages to use their free hands to fold a paper airplane—together—and that actually flies—wins.”
Lucian and Tara helped get them all tied and then gave them each a paper and put it on a desk. “On your mark,” Lucian said, “get set… go.”
Lucian held Tara before him as immediate chatter began with negotiating the folds. The sounds grew louder and more agitated as the failing commenced. Some were handling it patiently, while the other spouse whined like kids. Some were laughing and Susan was yelling, “Why would I say your right hand when the damn thing is tied!?” and Steve, “Because you often mean the opposite of what you say!”
Tara and Lucian were laughing by the time Tom and Jessica yelled “Done!”
Tara hurried over and took the airplane. “For the ultimate test,” she said, then shot it through the air.
They jumped up and down when it flew. And they kissed without being prompted; making Lucian feel really good about this idea him and Tara had brainstormed.
“Okay, last game,” Lucian announced. “Untie your spouses and then get ready for an old fashioned three legged race.”
