Halloween Candy

by Rose, Jenna

  I looked at Emily in complete shock.

  “Did you—?”

  “Keep watching!” she replied. I did.

  “Of course it’s all bullshit,” Mrs. Arrington laughed. “He thinks he’s hot shit—wouldn’t even fuck me because he thought it was inappropriate. He needs to be taken down a notch, and my little fable will make sure that happens to him.”

  “Holy shit…” I muttered.

  “It doesn’t matter if it comes out that I made it up,” she laughed. “By then his career will be over and his reputation will be fucked! I bet he regrets turning me down now!”

  The video ended and I turned to Emily in complete disbelief.

  “You…how?”

  “I went over there to talk to her,” she smiled. “And I could tell she was full of shit, so I made up some story about you and waited outside for a few minutes. As soon as I left she called her friend and I recorded it!”

  “You’re like some kind of super spy!”

  “Bond,” she smirked. “Emily Bond.”

  “Has she responded?” I asked. Emily quickly scrolled through the comments and shook her head.

  “No. And I’d bet you money she deletes the original post too. It’s getting tons of views and people are already responding and defending you. This has completely backfired on her.”

  I was so relieved I didn’t know whether to scream at the top of my lungs or fall over, so I just snatched my princess up in my arms and squeezed her until she yelped and tapped out, then collapsed onto the couch with her and kissed her like I’d never done before.

  “You know,” I chuckled. “This has got to be the most invigorating Halloween I’ve ever had in my life.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Emily laughed.

  “You know what’s scarier than Jason, zombies, witches or werewolves?” I asked.

  “Psycho bitches!?” Emily suggested.

  “Exactly!”

  “Well, I’m not a psycho bitch,” she cooed as she pressed her body against mine. My cock swelled under my pants and I wrapped my fingers in her hair and pulled her head back to expose her slim, gorgeous neck. I kissed her and brought my lips to her ear.

  “No,” I replied. “You’re perfect, and I love you so much.”

  “I love you too, Dylan.”

  Epilogue

  Emily

  I moaned with anticipation as I lay face down on the bed as my gorgeous fiancé gave me the world’s greatest hot oil massage. His hands were strong, rough and precise and so manly. Between the scented candles and soft music, as well as the massage table he’d brought out for this special occasion, I was in heaven.

  But I was also just a little bit nervous, because today, Mr. Cox was teaching me something new.

  “I love your hands,” I whispered, writhing slightly against his expert touch. I was aching for him as his fingers teased me, brushing against my pussy lips as he worked the insides of my thighs.

  “Not as much as I love your body,” he replied. The hot oil somehow heightened the sensations of his touch. I was already quivering with anticipation and as he moved to the side of the table, I felt his hard cock, barely covered by the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, press against the side of my breast.

  “I can see that,” I smiled. I had my eyes closed as he’d instructed me.

  “Focus on the sensations only,” he’d told me. “And don’t worry about anything.”

  And that’s what I was trying to do, but knowing just how hot he was and the fact that he was only wearing his underwear, made it hard not to open them.

  I was absolutely dripping for him and gasped quietly as he dragged his fingers down my back, up and down my curves and then carefully brushed against my slit. I whimpered, unsure if I could control myself any longer.

  “Baby, I need it,” I moaned. “Don’t tease me any longer.”

  “Are you ready for it, my love?”

  My heart melted at his words and I nodded. “Yes.”

  I reached back and touched his muscled leg with one hand as he took his position beside me. His hands took hold of my ass and I ground back against him, arching my hips to show him everything he was going to have—and I mean everything.

  Yes, today was another first time for us, another lesson Mr. Cox had to teach me.

  Our sex life was phenomenal, beyond any description I could think of, and was only getting better every day.

  His fingers played across my wet lips and his middle finger found my clit and applied a gentle pressure, causing me to squirm with pleasure. His other hand played across my ass and I took a deep breath as the tip of his finger pressed against my other hole.

  “Breathe and relax,” he told me. I did, and he slowly slid his finger inside me.

  “Ohhhh….” I moaned as I did something I never thought I could do. He applied more pressure on my clit, and at first I thought he was doing it to distract me in case there was any pain, but to my surprise, what he was doing back there simply amplified the sensations on my tight little pleasure button.

  “Good girl,” he purred. “That’s nice, isn’t it?”

  “So nice,” I whispered as he slid his finger deeper. There was no pain at all. I’d heard that anal could hurt and had been a bit timid about trying it, but Mr. Cox assured me that he’d teach me how to do it the right way and that I would love it.

  Mr. Cox, I thought. So I’m engaged to my ex-teacher. Why shouldn’t I call him that when we’re acting out our fantasies?

  “I’m going to do two fingers now,” he said. “It’s nowhere near the size of my cock, but it’s just important to get you relaxed.”

  “Okay, baby,” I replied, taking another breath. “You just tell me what to do.”

  Slowly, he began circling my clit with his finger. At the same time, he slid a second finger into my other hole, stretching me even further. Again, there was no pain.

  “Wow…” I groaned. “I—I think I’m ready, baby.”

  “You sure?” he asked, teasing my clit even more. “I can warm you up a little more.”

  “I want you inside me,” I told him. “Don’t make me wait.”

  “Okay, princess,” he replied. Keeping my eyes closed, I heard him slide out of his underwear and felt the warmth of the tip of his cock against my lips.

  “Get it nice and wet,” he told me. I smiled and opened my mouth to accept him. I tasted precum immediately and melted as a warm lust filled me. His taste always enflamed me like nothing else.

  He’d been teaching me how to deepthroat, and I relaxed my throat and took almost all of him before I gently gagged.

  “Good girl,” he said. “You’re getting better at that.”

  “I’ll get there soon,” I told him as he circled the massage table and got up behind me.

  I must have tensed up as he laid his cock between my cheeks, because he stroked my back gently and whispered in my ear, “Relax. You’re going to love this.”

  I took another deep breath as he pressed the tip of his cock against my hole and felt a surge of excitement as he applied pressure.

  We’re really doing this!

  I groaned as he entered me, stretching me in a way I’d never been stretched before. It had to hurt, didn’t it? Everyone said it did, but as Mr. Cox entered me and claimed what was left of my body for him to claim, all I felt was pleasure.

  It was an entirely different sensation than “normal” sex and awakened nerve endings I never even knew I had. And to my complete and utter shock, he didn’t hold back, giving me every inch he had to give.

  “Good, princess,” he whispered, his voice soft honey in my ear. “Now rub your little clit while I fuck you and I’ll take you places you’ve never been.”

  I didn’t need to be told twice. I reached down between my legs and began to circle my clit with two fingers.

  “Fuck!” I gasped. It was like having his dick in my ass amplified everything, and as I rubbed my swollen little button, I could already feel an orgasm coming.

  It wasn’t
a regular orgasm either; it was something I could only describe a “full body.” My limbs tingled and began to quiver as a lush heat spread through me. Mr. Cox’s hard body pressed against my back and his hips moved back and forth as he fucked me.

  With each stroke, his balls pressed against my pussy, and while he’d told me to keep my eyes closed, I had to disobey him and open them.

  “God, you’re gorgeous,” I told him. He grinned like a model and brought his lips to mine.

  “And you are such a good student.”

  I groaned as our lips met and lost myself in how incredibly lucky I was.

  My video had not only saved Mr. Cox’s reputation but had also put Mrs. A. out of a job. Everything she had hoped would happen to him had happened to her instead. Complete and total backfire.

  She was fired immediately and Mr. Cox was advised to pursue legal action against her but chose not to.

  “I just want to put all this behind us,” he’d said. “So we can move on with our lives.”

  And that’s exactly what we did.

  I told my parents about him, and although they weren’t thrilled immediately (especially my dad), they were warming up to it and gave me their blessing when he proposed two months later.

  It was fast, but why hold back when you know you’ve met the one? I spent four days a week at my dorm and the other three with him and would have spent more but he wanted to make sure I had a real college experience so he insisted I stay there at least half the week.

  We didn’t have a wedding date set just yet, but I was hoping for something in the summer, and Margie was already sending me dress ideas every other week. I think she was actually more excited than me somehow!

  Mr. Cox was the perfect man and I knew he’d be the perfect husband. He was tall, handsome, smart, considerate and loving—

  …oh, and then there was that other thing that was currently buried deep inside me urging me closer and closer to the point of no return.

  “You love it, baby?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

  “Yes!”

  “I want you to come for me,” he said in that voice that reminded me how much I was his.

  “I want to come for you, baby…”

  “Come for me with my big dick in your ass,” he groaned.

  “Oh, fuck…” I groaned. My fiancé’s dirty talk drove me wild and made me feel so naughty. I felt so lucky that I had a partner who would act out these fantasies with me—pull out a massage table and rub me down before taking my anal virginity.

  The final frontier, I thought as my orgasm screamed towards me like a 747.

  “I’m gonna come, baby!” I cried out as his dick pulsed inside me.

  “Me too,” he growled.

  His cock pulsed and he sprayed hot cum inside me, sending me over the edge. I tried to scream but my breath caught in my lungs and all I could do was press down hard on my clit as my entire body was racked by the most powerful, unique orgasm I’d ever had.

  “Come for me,” he growled. “Come!”

  His hot load poured into me as the warm ecstasy wrapped me in its arms. Our oiled-up bodies pressed together and I clutched his hip with my free hand and held him deep inside me as I took everything he had to give. By the time it was all over and we were both coming down, I could hardly remember my name.

  “Wo—wow…” I stammered as he slid out of me and lay down at my side, throwing his strong arm around me.

  “Very good job, Miss Powell,” he whispered. “I give you an A for effort.”

  “Just effort?!” I protested.

  “Okay, an A overall,” he replied. “But I’m afraid I just can’t let you graduate just yet. I’m going to have to hold you back another year at least so I can continue teaching you.”

  “You’re telling me I still have a lot to learn?” I asked him as his luscious lips grazed my neck and sent a shiver up my spine.

  “I’m saying I’ll never grow tired of teaching you,” he replied. “Or loving you.”

  The End

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