Warm and Sweet, Vol. 1

by Jolene Avonn

  Mae swirled the showerhead all along her stomach, no longer caring if her t-shirt was soaked. The sensation of the water tumbling over her was all-encompassing. As her arousal swelled, she pushed the showerhead to her abdomen and slowly moved it down, down, down.

  The power of the water pressed against her lips and spread them open slightly, sending the heat deeper, and Mae couldn’t tell what was her wetness anymore or what was water. When she closed her eyes she gave herself over to an endless rush, a constant throbbing. Like the best partner in the world was between her legs and lashing her over and over with a sloppy-firm tonguing. She pushed the showerhead right against her sex, slowly working the round wand around and around her outer folds. Mae opened her eyes briefly to find the room steamy and her vision hazed with pure, quaking desire. She angled her foot higher on the opposite wall and pushed the showerhead firmly against her clit.

  The man from the video – no, Teacher – appeared in her fantasy. He was down there, staring at her intently with his mouth hard against her and his tongue pressing deep. Lapping at her. His lips as hot as humanly possible, his eagerness palpable. A smile in his eyes. A deeper knowledge. Her thighs shaking now, closing shut and clamping the showerhead in place. Her hand wiggling and shaking the handle in rapid swirls. Tiny spasms in her hips and ass and belly. A shuddering cry stuck in her throat.

  “Fucckkkkk,” Mae moaned. “Ahhhhhhhh, Jesus.”

  The first real spasm in her innermost tunnel caught her by surprise and her voice hiccupped out a gasp like she’d been stuck with a pin.

  “Oh!”

  Then Mae started to come in a slow-building rhythm, fucking against the shower head, bucking her hips off the bathtub and working her soaked sex against the insistent pulses of heat. Her knees shook, trying to keep her balanced precariously in the tub, but they couldn’t. Mae tumbled on to her side into the cooling pools of water and groans as the showerhead showed no mercy. She curled into a ball, legs closed tight, hand and water wand still wedged against her, and by the time she finished Mae moaned loud and low, tugging the showerhead to her breasts and sliding the thin white hose between her legs. It grooved like a thin, cool tongue along her overheated pussy. Her engorged lips swelled and slicked along the hose. Warm water thrashed around her nipples and between her breasts. She hugged herself, hips and tummy twitching in fits and starts for a long, long time.

  All of the day’s tension flowed away, down the drain.

  Just like that.

  Mae remained curled in the tub. She watched the water swirl around her legs and thought only of rivers, heat, and the utter bliss of physical pleasure.

  And him.

  It was all she could do to stand up, peel off her wet t-shirt, and grope around for a towel. By the time her head hit her pillow, there was only room for one final thought:

  Oh. Shit.

  ~~~

  When a student approached Mae at the start of her first class the next morning and asked, “So do you, like, have our papers done yet?” she leaned forward on the lectern and smiled sweetly at him.

  “Nope!” she said. “How ‘bout next week, Gerald? I’ve had some other things to take care of lately. Papers had to wait.”

  And just like that, the student returned to his seat.

  See? It’s okay to work on your own schedule, Mae!

  The class went smoothly. There was even a spirited discussion of consumerism that made the class run late by a few minutes. As Mae walked back to her office to wait out the two hours before her next class, she was so flush with newfound enthusiasm that she decided to drop in on Professor Griffin.

  Just for a minute.

  When she got to his door, she found a note. “Back in five. Wait inside if you must.”

  Typical Griffin. Short and sweet.

  Mae tried the handle, found the office open, and tiptoed in. She saw the same metal chair as the day before, in the same spot in front of the big desk. The door clicked behind her.

  “Oh crap,” Mae whispered. She reached for the handle and it turned easily. She let out a long sigh. “Good. Not locked in this time.”

  When Mae turned around, she noticed something on Professor Griffin’s desk. A blue cylindrical object, a small silver packet, and a piece of paper similar to the note on the door.

  Her heart thumped in her chest, one of those adrenalin burst whumps that stuns you like a punch. She stood still by the door for almost a minute. She couldn’t decide whether to stay or go.

  “What am I even doing here?” Mae whispered, shifting on silver kitten heels. Her light wool skirt felt scratchy around her hips all of a sudden. Everything was sensitive. Heat building under her arms like it was the first day of classes and she was doubly nervous, her white blouse a little too tight. Her bra’s underwires poky and sharp. Each tiny movement amplified.

  “Fuck!” she whispered again.

  She had to look. If he caught her, well, she’d have to deal with the consequences.

  Mae walked quickly to the desk. She found a blue piece of semi-firm silicon shaped like an oval with a small rectangular base.

  A plug.

  She grabbed the note.

  “Miss Chance: Wear this for your next class. You know what to do. Return to me afterwards.”

  She flipped over the paper. Nothing. That was it.

  You know what to do.

  The small silver packet was marked with an “E-Z-Glide” logo. Single-serving lubricant.

  Teacher had everything.

  Mae stood at the desk with the butt plug weighing in her hand. It was about three inches long and at most an inch and a half wide at its thickest point. Her neck and chest grew warm.

  “Are you fucking serious?” she said louder than she intended.

  Memories of the shower lingered in the back of her mind. It had been so very good, so powerful. All with the thought of Teacher presiding over her. Is this what she needed? This kind of direction?

  Mae didn’t want to risk meeting Teacher if he came back early. She snatched up the packet and note and tucked them, with the plug, into her purse. She quick-stepped out of the office and retreated to her own small, cramped office between a storage closet and the stairwell.

  After she’d shut and locked the door, Mae dropped the plug and lubricant on her tiny metal desk. She sat down slowly and stared at the toy.

  Teacher wanted her to insert the plug and then teach as if nothing was amiss. She’d heard of these things and always thought it crazy – keeping something inside you while out in public? It was insane.

  But what would it feel like?

  Mae had nearly two hours before her next class, and she spent almost half of that in quiet contemplation. She thought about how hectic her first semester had been, and how physically exhausted she’d been since, well, that very morning. It was the first time she’d felt anywhere near refreshed in months.

  Her resistance to Teacher was weakening. She knew it in her heart. The word “Teacher” didn’t even make her pause anymore. Mae’s shoulder slumped, not from shame, but from relief. Finally, after years of putting up the front of extreme and unerring capability, she’d shown someone that she was honestly afraid. Lost and afraid. What she wanted to tell Teacher in that very moment was that she wasn’t even sure if she enjoyed her career. The workload, the pressures of the classroom, and the constant committee meetings and presentations had sucked the life from her. As a student, a college professor’s world seemed like a dream. In reality, it was something far different.

  And now this man was offering a path to something else. Success and pleasure, maybe pain and domination. He said that she must learn to submit.

  Mae glanced at the note again. The handwriting was precise, classic cursive. Perfect.

  She slowly reached for the plug and packet. Her pulse quickened and her cheeks blushed warm and then hot. She was actually incredibly turned on by Teacher’s instructions. The idea dawned like a sparkling new day.

  “I want this,” she said.

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sp; Mae’s bikini-cut panties began to cling to her, an erotic heat swelling her sex with a speed that took her breath away. She stood and double-checked the lock on her door, and then reached back to tug the zipper on her skirt enough to loosen the waist.

  She slid her hand down her right side, over her ass until her fingers found the new dampness between her legs and held there, firm against the warm cotton. She wobbled on her heels, knees weak, as she began to stroke her fingers lightly along the outline of her lips. Then she pulled up and back just a touch and her index finger brushed her tightest entrance. There was a new thrill this time – she’d only nudged the tip of a vibrator there, by accident, and that was it – and this time she pressed herself until her neck snapped back in pleasure.

  Mae swirled her fingertip in tiny circles, bracing herself with her other hand on the desk as she worked feverishly against herself. Eyes half-closed, teetering on skinny heels, knees starting to shake – she was no longer Professor Mae Chance.

  She was Teacher’s new submissive.

  Mae forced herself to stop. She pulled her hand free and stepped back, gathering herself. Then she reached for the plug and packet. She took a deep breath, and then tore open the lube and squeezed a healthy line of the shiny clear liquid all around the tip of the plug. She didn’t know what, exactly, was going to happen but she knew the number one rule: you can never apply too much.

  After working a generous amount of lube over the plug, Mae slipped her skirt past her knees, then her panties, and crouched behind her desk. She giggled quietly, unsure of how to proceed but embarrassed enough to want to hide even though her office door was locked and there were no windows. The air was cool against her bare bottom; the wetness dancing along her pussy turned icy and hot at the same time, a heady mix.

  Mae stared at the linoleum showing between the clothing bunched at her ankles, concentrating hard. She held the plug by its base in one hand and used the other to balance against the desk. Crouching down like that naturally opened her thighs, her hips, her cheeks. All...she had...to do...was...reach back and ease it up...and between and...

  “Ooh!” Mae gave a small cry as the cool tip of the plug grazed her ass. She tensed and arched away. A flutter of goosebumps blossomed along her thighs. She shivered, sucked in her breath, and tried like hell to relax.

  Slowly, she positioned the plug right at her entrance and kept it there until the electric chilliness turned brilliantly warm. Tiny muscles spasmed in an entirely new way. Her face had never been so hot. Her pussy was wet, completely wet, a gushing sensation activated by the firm pressures nearby. Her ears buzzed and – with one quick prayer and a push – the tip was in.

  Mae’s eyes fluttered and rolled up. The feeling was a shock in the purest sense of the word. Her body instinctively squeezed down on the plug, trying to expel it, and she had to repeat over and over “Relax, Mae, relax,” in her head.

  As Mae began to push again, the mix of tightness and intense pleasure was captivating. The plug was extra slippery and warming quickly. She re-gripped the base, twisted it slightly, and slid a little more in, feeling the swollen silicone middle stretch the tiny ring of muscle just inside her quivering asshole. Her thighs trembled and Mae could do nothing to stop them. The insertion triggered spasms in places Mae had never even thought about. She breathed quick, short puffs, straining against the widening plug. Then, in an instant, she passed the widest point and the final inch slid home so quickly that she cried out again when the base of the plug met her shaking ass.

  “Ahhh-unnnn.”

  A shout and then a moan, hopefully too brief to go noticed in the hallway. Mae winced a little and remained crouched, trying to get used to the new toy inside her. It certainly felt a lot wider than it looked, yet once she’d taken five deep breaths the sense of fullness became quite nice. She couldn’t believe how much she’d taken, and how quickly.

  A million billion nerve endings can’t be wrong, Mae.

  Mae stood slowly, pulling up her panties as she moved. She kept her legs slightly apart. They didn’t seem to work with the same smoothness, like she was stiff from riding a horse. She reached down and slid her skirt up, zipping the half zipper in the back just in time for a tentative knock at the door.

  Fuck!

  Mae staggered two steps backward and two steps to her right as she jerked on the zipper. The plug snugged up against her and gave her a jolt, which sent her elbow into a stack of books.

  “Whoooo-ohhh,” she half-moaned, trying to stay quiet. “Shit!”

  “Professor Chance?”

  Tommy Marcone. Mae had totally forgotten their appointment to talk about a paper.

  “One second, Tommy!” she yelled. “Just getting off a call!”

  Mae slid the lube packet and note into a drawer. She straightened her blouse and patted at her skirt, trying to get everything as neat as possible. When she started walking to the door, she sensed a small problem.

  This feels...good.

  She couldn’t help squeezing her cheeks slightly to make sure the plug stayed put, even though it was snug as could be. Her posture straightened and with each tiny pulse in her depths a thrill shot up her spine. Adding in the private nature of her public pleasure only made Mae even hotter.

  She opened her office door. Tommy Marcone, a rising junior, stood with a sheaf of papers clasped to his chest.

  “Come in, come in!” Mae said, spinning around to walk briskly back to her chair. When she sat down her eyes widened for a split-second. Tommy didn’t seem to notice.

  The stressed-out student unloaded all of his anxieties and Mae worked diligently to pay attention, thinking the entire time about the firm little friend stuffed down below. She was still wet, her panties sticky and making her shift in the chair, and she was sure her cheeks were blazing crimson. How would she get through her class?

  By the time she’d ushered Tommy back out with a reassuring smile and a few tips for his paper, Mae was really beginning to worry. Her body was in a constant, rising state of arousal. She couldn’t distract herself. Her thoughts always returned to the fact that she was in the middle of her workday with a sex toy inside her – and she was enjoying it. Too much. Too fast.

  Mae shook her head and gathered her agenda for class. She walked slowly down the hallway, pretending to study the papers in her hands, when really she was wondering if anyone could tell.

  Are my hips moving funny?

  Every few steps she straightened or hunched or smiled a small, private smile. When she finally reached her classroom she rushed to the lectern and relaxed as everything from her waist down was hidden from view.

  Twenty minutes into her lecture, while she leaned forward on her hands and tried valiantly to focus on the fifth bullet point on her agenda, Mae came. Her body succumbed to the delicious pleasure emanating from the plug. The waves of heat and the pressure in her depths triggered a tiny spasm in her pussy, and just like that, like a spark starting a brushfire, she lost control.

  On the inside, at least. As her entire lower body quivered and bucked under the spell of a flashfire orgasm, Mae coughed once, cleared her throat, and kept speaking.

  “So, you see...uh, when Mankiw talks about change over the last quarter century, he’s really focusing in on one particular area...”

  And so on.

  Mae slowly talked her way through her internal turmoil and, if any students noticed her halting speech, flushed face, and thin sheen of sweat, they didn’t comment. They filed out the door at the end of class, chattering about the weekend’s football game.

  When the last person left the room, Mae slumped against the lectern. She was equal parts exhausted and ecstatic. Nothing she’d ever done before approached this level of spontaneity.

  “I just came in my classroom,” she whispered. “My God, Mae.”

  Mae stiffened and walked more confidently back to her office. She knew the plug was secure, and now she moved more freely and enjoyed the idea that she was working her hips around the insistent pressure
– it was driving her forward, lightly fucking her, easing any tension in her lower back. She dropped her papers on her desk, exited and locked her office, and headed to visit her Teacher.

  ~~~

  He didn’t acknowledge her when she entered.

  Mae walked to her chair in the center of the room and perched carefully on the edge of the seat, blinking hard when the metal pushed the butt plug deeper.

  Teacher stood and went to lock the door. When he passed, Mae caught a scent of slightly sweet cologne, a whiff of vanilla and musk carried to her by a wave of heat.

  He stood behind her and said, “Your underwear, please.”

  Mae smiled to herself and arched slightly on the chair, happy that her suspicion was right.

  This time he’ll really want me. Bad.

  Mae eased off the chair and, keeping her back to Teacher, pulled her skirt up until she could reach the waist of her panties. Then, bending forward to give him a good view of her ass, she pulled the damp fabric down. Over her thighs, brushing the ticklish spots behind her knees, and on to her ankles. She stepped to the right and lifted the panties, and then decided to be playful. She tossed them over her shoulder and giggled when she heard a soft pat on what she guessed was Teacher’s shoulder.

  A brief moment of quiet, and then Mae heard Teacher inhale deeply. When he exhaled it was a sound of exasperation.

  Mae dropped her skirt back down and turned.

  Teacher held her panties just under his chin. He’d sniffed the crotch, the spot darkest and dampest with her juices. He did not look pleased.

  “Did you come, Mae?”

  Mae nodded, unable to keep from smiling.

  “For you, Teacher,” she said coyly.

  “On your knees,” he snapped. “Now.”

  Mae dropped to the floor and watched worriedly as Teacher stalked past her toward his desk.