by Marie
I can still remember at graduation, he was handing out the diplomas since Principal Hastings had broken an ankle. When I walked up to get mine I saw the way he looked at me. A want, a need and oddly sadness. As if he knew this was going to be the last time we saw each other. I thought so too.
And after when everyone was having refreshments he took me to the side to ask me about my future plans, he hadn’t done this with anyone else which I found odd but I told him. We talked a little while longer, he gave me advice and then when we parted, he rubbed my arm. I swear I nearly exploded. The electricity between us was insane. He felt it too, I saw it when he looked into my eyes and then he rushed off.
I ran into him again five years after I graduated. He looked a little older and just as delicious as he did back then. We bumped into each other at the market. I’d just moved back to town and was picking up a few things. He actually spotted me.
I felt a tap on my shoulder as I turned into froze foods.
“Ms. Tessa Bartlett.” He said pulling his cart in beside mine. I looked at him quickly.
“Dr. Bryce.” I smiled. I hugged him tightly but his hold on me was tighter.
“What are you doing here?” I asked realizing it was a dumb question. We were both doing the same thing.
“I let my food go to nothing so I’m restocking.” He said smiling. I smiled at him. “You look amazing Tessa.”
“Thanks.” I smiled. I bit my lip. “You do too.” He stared into my eyes then lowered his head.
“So how’s life?” He asked.
“Boring.” I said turning to him. “I just moved back. I live in that build on Jointer street. You know the one they started building back when I was in your class.”
“Yeah.” He said softly.
“I work in the city. Marketing at Blue Clam. That corporation-,” I realized I was leaning against the freezer and he had enclosed me there staring into my eyes. “So I mean I start work in a week. I’m just getting me and Mr. Buttons settled.”
“Mr. Buttons?” He smiled.
“My tabby.” I said softly.
“No boyfriends?” He asked.
“Well I’m sort of dating. No one serious.” I said. His eyes sparkled.
“Oh.” He said. I sat up off the freezer closing the small distance between our bodies.
“Why don’t you stop by?” I said gently. He gave me a small smile.
“When?” He asked.
“Tonight.” I said. “I have a feeling there’s a lesson you’ve been dying to teach me.” I took hold of my cart.
“You’re right.” He said. “It’ll be a little hard but I think you’ll learn a lot.” I smiled walking away from him.
“I’ll be waiting teach.” I said. “With bells on.” I turned to corner towards dairy, feeling his eyes on me to whole time.
It was eight when my doorbell rang. I looked out the peephole seeing him there. He looked dressed for dinner but I wasn‘t planning on leaving tonight. I took off my robe tossing it on the back of my recliner and opened the door. The only thing I had on was red stilettos and a choker with a bell on it. His eyes nearly popped out. I smiled when he gripped the doorjamb to keep from losing his legs.
“I’m ready for my lesson.” I said huskily. He didn’t say a word; he just lunged at me kissing me deeply. His tongue hungry as he backed me into the apartment and shut the door. He ripped off his jacket, his lips never leaving mine as he ripped away his shirt. The buttons flew all over the room. I stopped him there breaking the kiss.
“My lesson?” I asked. He looked a little lost, shaking his head.
“Lesson?”
“On being a good student.” I gave him a peck. “I have to be punished from not completing assignments. You said a spanking remember?”
“A spanking.” He grinned.
“Seven thrusts for calling you Dr. Asswipe.” I moved to his neck. He moaned licking his lips.
“Yes.” He whispered.
“Twenty licks for turning in my work late.”
“Mmm.”
“And a come shot for being caught in the boy’s locker room with the captain of the football team.” I kissed his lips again.
“Oh god yes!” He moaned
“Can I have the come shot first, Dr. Bryce?” I whispered. “Can I taste you? Feeling you sliding down my throat?” He kissed me deeply, his hands on my shoulders. Slowly he pushed me down to my knees. His blue eyes on mine watching as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks. I didn’t let them drop just yet. I stared at him as I held the two sides tight and I bit onto him softly through the cotton jockeys. He gasped and moaned gripping his undershirt tightly his eyes on me. I peeled down the front of his underwear and was greeted with the large muscle.
“Nine delicious inches of prime New York State beef.” I said looking into his eyes. He grinned.
“Only the best for my girl.” He said. I pulled off his pants and underwear. He struggled to step out of the bundle of his underwear and pants, going down in the process.
“Are you alright?” I gasped.
“Embarrassed but fine. I’m a klutz.”
“I remember.” I smiled helping him off with the tangled bundle. I tossed them aside and crawled over him seductively.
“Dr. Bryce?” I said huskily.
“Yes.”
“After my lesson is over. Do I get to be pounced?” I asked. He kissed me hard. I pulled away and went back down to feast on him.
Massaging the two large egg shaped sacks, I stroked his cock. He moaned biting his lip. I closed one off from the other, tightly gripping it in my hand and licked the velvety sack. He shivered groaning and I suckled it fitting the entire ball into my mouth. He cried out grabbing at the rug under us.
“Dr. Bryce.” I whispered moving to the other.
“Yes.” He quivered.
“Your balls are delicious.” I moved to the other giving it the same treatment.
“Oh god.” He moaned arching his back. I slid my thumb over the moist sacks kissing a path to the head of his cock. I licked it like a lollipop before closing my mouth around it and suckling the head. I pressed my thumb to his sweet spot behind his balls and massaged it as I slowly took him deeper into my mouth. His pleasured reaction moving from a moan to a cry and finally a scream. I pulled back as slowly as I took him in and began sucking his cock hungrily. Massaging his spot and sucking all at the same time. He grabbed my hair thrusting and crying my name.
It was just a minute before he came, exploding in my mouth. He cried out loudly, arching high off the carpet with a tight grip on my hair. I couldn’t take the entire shot, losing a little. But I drank the rest, moaning at how sweet he tasted. I’d only been with my two exes but theirs was never as delicious as Dr. Bryce’s. I lapped up the lost nectar from his balls while he recovered.
“Paul.” I whispered as I crawled over him. He moaned kissing me softly. His tongue became rough against mine as he tasted himself there. “Paul.” I whispered pushing him back. He moaned. “My pussy is wet.” He closed his eyes. “Do you want to feel?” He grinned grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me to his lips hard. I whimpered kissing him. He flipped us laying on top of me. I could feel his hard and throbbing against me.
“You’ve always been a tease.” He whispered. “All those boys who wanted you so badly. The way you would stare at me when I passed you. How many times I swore to heaven I’d pound the hell out of you?” He rose from me looking into my eyes. “I waited for this. To make you mine.” I kissed him before he lowered down my body. He stopped at my breast suckling my nipples, tugging each one hard, I whimpered arching them to his mouth and he would playfully flick his tongue over each one. He moved lower to my stomach, nipping my skin in several different spots before moving on. He placed a kiss on my abdomen and moved between my thighs. I watched him, not realizing how hard I was panting.
His fingers slipped over my clit first and lower filling me. I gasped as he slipped in a second and a third finger and spread them a
part inside of me.
“You’re so tight.” He whispered lowering his lips to my clit. “So sticky and tight.” His tongue slid over me slowly, curling as it came away. I moaned as he did it again, thrusting the three fingers into me. I gasped sitting up a bit and moved against them.
“Three.” He counted. “Four. . . Five.” His tongue curled every time he came away from my clit. On the seventh, I moaned as his tongue brought along a soft pearly line of nectar. He moaned delighting in the taste of me.
“Eight.” He counted staring at me. “Nine.” He devoured my clit moaning and thrusting his fingers into me. I cried out trying to pull back from him but he looped his arm around my thigh holding me there as he suckled and tugged my clit.
He took his fingers away suckling them and wrapping his arm around my thigh. He held open the lips of my pussy flicking his tongue over my clit. I came falling back against the rug, frozen in pleasure. His tongue filled me lapping up the nectar, moaning as he raided every drop from me.
“Tessa.” He whispered coming over me. He laid on me kissing my lips and neck. Finally I whimpered, quivering under his hard body. “Baby.”
“Yes.” I moaned.
“It’s time for your spanking.” He rose from me standing slowly and pulling me up.
I followed him to the couch where he sat and pulled me over his lap. I buried my face in a pillow receiving the first slap.
“One.” He rubbed, I whimpered. “Two.” He slapped again and rubbed. He moved to the other cheek. “You’re a bad, bad girl Tessa.” He slapped again. “Detention never does any good.” He slapped twice, I lurched up from the pillow whimpering hard.
“Please Dr. Bryce.” I whimpered. He slipped his hand down the back of my thigh and slapped there. I gasped. “Be nice to me.”
“Why?” He asked. “You’re so naughty. You don’t deserve nice.” He slapped my ass and pulled me up kissing me. I moaned kissing him wildly.
“Please fuck me.” I begged. “Please Paul.” He shook his head.
“Those assignments were important.” He said. “You have to be punished severely. In your room now.” I jumped up and ran to the room.
Paul walked in closing the door. I watched him as he walked to me.
“Hands and knees.” He said. I did. “Thighs together, back arched, pussy out.” I did as told. He waited a moment and I grew a little impatient with the wait until I felt his fingers. They slid down the moist lips of my pussy. He moaned.
“That’s a delicious pussy.” He whispered. Suddenly his tongue slid over me, I gasped loudly squeezing my eyes shut as I felt the sharpest pangs of pure pleasure race to my clit. He slapped my ass sliding his hand down the back of my thigh and back up in between, gripping a good handful of my pussy. I whimpered looking back at him.
“Recite it.” He said. I wasn’t sure at first until I remembered what students who didn’t do their assignments had to recite. I recited it at least three times a week back then.
“This class is for the advancement of knowledge in the study of English literature.” I stopped, unable to think, it just wasn’t coming to me. He slapped my ass again. “Oh!” I cried. “And. . .The introduction of classic American . . . please fuck me.” He slapped my ass; I squeezed my eyes shut trembling.
“Continue.” He said in a sexy silky voice.
“Authors. The introduction of classic American authors.” I shivered.
“Good girl.” He smiled giving me a slap. “You were listening to something.” He said. I gripped the comforter.
“Not much. I was trying to figure out how big your cock was.” I whimpered.
“Really?” He smiled.
“Yes.” I moaned. He lowered to my ear.
“Are you ready to complete your lesson?” He whispered, and kissed my ear softly.
“Yes, Dr. Bryce.” I groaned. He stood taking a condom from the dish on my night table, under my lamp. I listened as he took it out and slid it down his cock. I wanted to watch but didn’t look back. I moved up on the bed giving him room to get on but stayed on my hands and knees.
I felt him get on and my pussy clenched. He grinned slapping my ass.
“That’s a naughty cunt, isn’t it?” He said. “Tits down.” He pushed me into the mattress and kept my thighs tightly together. I gripped the comforter tighter, shivering. I felt him there against me and whimpered as he pressed through. He stopped for a moment, only the head of his cock was in me but even that felt so fucking good I started fucking it.
“Wait, wait.” He whispered. He shook his head in disbelief. Slowly he continued the decent pressing hard into the tight space but my pussy was so wet that he slid right in, unexpectedly slamming into me. I cried out trembling, feeling him tremble too. He held my hips moaning, and slowly began to thrust. Each thrust was a tight pleasurable tugging.
“Please.” I cried. “Dr. Bryce.” Finally he slid his knee between my legs forcing them apart, opening me more and thrusting into me. I trembled meeting him. Paul grew rougher against me stiffening his hips and pulling me to him harder. I cried his name biting the bunch of fabric under me. My screams muffled, he pounded me harder.
“Fuck.” I cried and pulled myself up on my elbows. I could hear him panting and moaning, cursing as he drove deeper and deeper into me. I pulled away from him looking into his eyes. He kissed me as I laid on my side. Paul filled me again, putting his palms on my hip to anchor himself. His blue eyes were hazed with pleasure, sweat trickled his brow. His lower lip was swelling from biting it so hard, and he began to pound me. I cried out raising my leg a bit and he pulled it onto his shoulder.
“Oh god.” He cried nearly collapsing on me as he thrust harder and deeper. Paul threw his head back and screamed my name, he pressed to me ceasing to move. I watched him try to stop the climax. He wasn’t ready to come yet. He wanted so much more of me. Panting he kissed my calf, his eyes shut tightly.
“Dr. Bryce.” I whimpered. He opened his eyes slowly. “Can you come on my pussy?” He shut his eyes again pressing his cheek to my leg.
He pulled my leg over his head and I laid on my back looking at him. Paul grinned looking into my eyes as he took off the condom and tossed it into the trash by my night table.
“Hands behind your knees.” He said. I did as told staring at him. He kissed my lips raising on his hands and sinking into me. I grabbed his waist whimpering.
“Hand behind your knees.” He growled I put them back shivering. Paul lowered to me, laying his weight on me as he moved.
“Paul.” I shivered. I wrapped my legs around him and grabbed his waist. He kissed me hard.
“You never listened.” He smiled over my lips. I moaned. “Now I get to do what I wished to do before.” He raised himself onto his hands and drilled into me as hard as he could. I cried out twisting in pleasure and coming hard against his cock. He didn’t stop and god I didn’t want him to stop. I shivered crying his name, whimpering in pleasure that seemed surreal. My body tingling quickly toward another climax. He lowered to my nipples suckling each one as his hips crushed me. I came gushing all over us. He moaned raising his lips to mine and kissing me. His moans became wilder, untamable. He rose from me pulling out and splashing come all over my pussy. I groaned arching high off the mattress, loving the hot splash of his seed and sound of his ecstasy.
He cried out, slamming back into me and pressing against me hard. He didn’t move, he lowered onto me, covering my body with his. His hot seed dripping down my clit, I held him so tight and he finally relaxed against me.
He fell asleep there, inside of me and I fell asleep after laying awake an hour stroking his cheek and hair. Unable to believe that he carried a torch for me all this time.
In the morning I was awaken by the feeling of him burying his morning wood inside of me. I barely opened my eyes as I kissed him and spread wide. He moaned moving to my neck as he thrust hard. I opened my eyes to the ceiling and sighed at the feeling of him inside of me. Teaching me the lesson he had longed to teach me so lon
g ago.
A Sexy Retreat
“I wish I could take her somewhere nice. Just time away from the kids.” Grayson Howe said watching from the back porch as his wife cleaned the kitchen. She’d just given the kids their snack before sending them off to do homework.
“Maggie and I just finished fixing up the cabin.” His older brother John said raising his beer bottle to his lips. “Take her there, we’ll take the kids.” John took a gulp.
“What?”
“Sure, Maggie’s been bugging me to have another baby since David went off to school. She’s almost forty. Said she only has about five good years left.” John said he took another gulp. “She’d love to baby the kids for a few days.”
Grayson looked in at her as their son Phil walked in with his paper. He asked her something and she smiled kissing his forehead. Grayson smiled watching her. She wore yoga pants and a yoga top in hopes that she would be able to workout tonight without incident. That almost never happened around their house. But she did look real damn good in that outfit.
Josie was a size fourteen with an ass that didn’t disappoint and hips to go with it. He’d spend hours watching her luscious curvy body, as it moved around the house, cleaning, on Saturday’s, all the while waiting somewhat impatiently for their time together. He loved his wife to death. He loved her body.
Phil gave the paper to her and she read it over before explaining to him what he needed to do. Phil, who’s six, was their youngest. Their oldest was Grace, now nine. Their kids favored both of their parents. Both had Josie’s warm toasted almond skin and curly hair. They both had Grayson’s amber eyes and were tall for their ages. Grace was almost five-two and only in fourth grade.
Grayson and Joanne (Josie) had been married eight years and together for fourteen. They met in college. He was graduating and she was in her junior year. It was instant for them but they didn’t start dating right away. In fact when he graduated she didn’t see him for a year. Then all of a sudden there he was, cheering her on at her graduation. She could remember holding him so tightly and just loving the feeling of his arms around her. They began dating and the rest is history. Their love bloomed, bursting at the seams and was still bursting at the seams.
