by Jenna Rose
Before I knew it, he had my hand in his and was pulling me towards his office, the place where it had all begun. I’d expected him to lock the door behind me, start stripping me down so we could pick up where we left off yesterday, but that’s not what happened.
Caleb grabbed his car keys from his desk and kept walking, pulling me out the other door into the back hallway.
“Stay here,” he told me. “In forty-five seconds, go out that door there. I’ll be waiting for you.”
Before I could reply, he was gone. I stood there, counting down the seconds, every inch of my body tingling with the anticipation of what was going to happen next. I knew he said forty-five, but by the time I got to forty I couldn’t wait any longer. I barged out of the door into the pouring rain just as he pulled up in a black sedan with tinted windows. His rolled down slightly.
“Get in,” he told me.
Holy shit, this is crazy! I thought, bubbling with excitement as I rushed through the pouring rain and slid into the passenger side of his car—my professor’s car. What would my mother say?
“Where are we going?” I asked him.
“To get you cleaned up,” he replied. “And we can’t do that here.”
I shook when he touched me, his strong hand against my thigh, reminding me of Monday in his office when he took me, pulled my pants down and lay me bare before him. I moaned and shifted in my seat as he drove off campus, my heart aflutter as I tried to imagine what he had in store for me next.
It felt like the world’s longest drive, but of course it wasn’t, as Professor Grey lived just on the other side of campus. We arrived at a gorgeous house with new cedar shingles and a modern flair. The garage door opened and he pulled inside. It closed behind us, bathing us in darkness. I felt him move beside me, and when the dim light clicked on overhead, gasped when I saw he was face to face with me, his beautiful lips less than an inch from mine.
“Come on,” he whispered. “Let’s warm you up—get you nice and clean for me.”
“C—Caleb—”
“Relax,” he told me. “You’re shaking. There’s no need. You’re safe here. Now, do as your teacher says, or we’ll have to talk about that scholarship of yours...”
He grinned and got out of the car, knowing I would do as he said. I got out too and followed him inside. The house was warm, inviting and smelled like him. A horrible thought invaded my mind as we walked; how many other girls had been here?
“You know, you should count yourself lucky,” he said. “I’ve never brought a girl back here before.”
Fuck, he really is psychic!
All I could do was smile as he turned, took my hand and led me down a hall to an enormous bathroom with a walk-in shower like you’d find in a sauna.
“Now. Strip out of those wet clothes, princess,” he told me. “And let’s get you nice and clean—that is—before we get dirty.”
Chapter Seven
Caleb
My little teacher’s pet quivered in front of me like a frightened animal as I lifted her arms above her head and pulled off her soaking wet sweatshirt to reveal the wet white t-shirt underneath. Seeing her in class had already gotten the fires going within me, but seeing her perfect little breasts through the see-through fabric of her shirt, those little nipples of hers nice and hard for me, had my cock ready to force its way out of my pants.
Our eyes locked, and I saw the lust there, the submission, the eagerness to please me and do whatever I told her to do. She really was ready to obey her teacher, and I was about to teach her a lesson she would never forget.
“You know you were late to class today,” I told her. “I normally make a note of that on my attendance sheet and penalize you at the end of the semester if you’re late too many times.”
“I—”
“But I’m willing to ignore that today,” I smiled. “If you do as you’re told from now on.”
Lizbeth nodded quickly as I pressed my body against hers. I reached out with my thumb and pulled down on her lower lip, opening her mouth like I’d opened up her wet little pussy back in my office. My cock was begging to slide inside and all the way down her throat. I’d made her come on Monday, but I hadn’t had my climax.
Not yet.
She leaned against me and I felt her plump tits against my hard chest. A burst of desire flared inside me and I grabbed her ass and pulled her right up against me so she could feel my boner while I kissed her. She trembled, moaned as I brought my other hand between her legs and spread them open. She was covered in mud and dirt—filthy—but not as filthy as I was about to get with her.
I growled, tore my lips from hers and yanked her pants down to her ankles with such force that she gasped with surprise, but I wasn’t giving her a chance to catch her breath. Using my other hand, I pulled her t-shirt off and stepped back as she stood there completely naked before me.
Yes…I thought. Perfect.
She shifted slightly, and her left hand slid slowly over her pussy as if she were embarrassed to have me looking at her.
“No!” I snapped. “Do not cover yourself, princess. This is your examination, and I need to see everything.”
Her eyes went wide as I pulled my shirt off and worked her up and down with my eyes. The curves of her body had me absolutely foaming at the mouth with desire—her firm thighs, the gap between them and the little peachy mound of her pussy lips which were dripping with her desire, her hip bones and the way her waist went in and then up again to meet those perfect tits. It was all I could do to not bend her over and fuck her right then and there.
But I still had more planned for her before that happened.
“Gorgeous,” I whispered as her cheeks went red. She was still shy—still innocent, and that had me hard as a rock. But all that was about to change.
I stepped up to her and leaned in like I was going to kiss her but stopped just before our lips met, reached around her and turned on the hot water. Her back arched and she tilted her head up, practically begging me for my lips, but this was my class and I was teaching her.
I was in control.
“Get in the water,” I told her. “We need to get this filth off of you.”
Lizbeth’s eyes went wide but she did as she was told. I watched as the water streamed down on her from above, washing away the dirt and mud from her perfect body. I found the soap and lathered my hands up and began to move them across her curves until she was perfectly clean.
Her creamy skin had my cock aching for her. I leaned in and slid my girth between her legs. She was wet…oh, was she wet, and rocked forward into me, squeezing down on my cock with her succulent thighs. We both moaned as we teased each other and her sweet juices coated me. Her eyelids flickered as she leaned against me.
I growled as my desire to devour her overcame me. I snatched her hair and twisted her around and pressed my hard cock against her firm ass. My hand slid between her legs and I spread her cheeks apart and teased both of her little holes with the swollen head of my monster. I was dying to be inside of her, but I was dying to do something else even more.
“Spread your legs, princess,” I whispered, using a foot to kick her ankles apart. “Wide.”
She did as I asked, and my cock throbbed as I looked down at the two little dimples in the small of her back.
Fuck, I could do this every morning.
“Are you—going to fuck me, professor?”
“Soon, princess,” I whispered. “But first, I need to taste you again. All of you.”
She gasped as I forced her up against the wall. Then I was down on my knees behind her, using my hands to spread her all the way open, giving me a clear view of both of her little holes. Pink, both of them. My dick twitched, and with a groan, I buried my face in her cute little ass.
I heard Lizbeth gasp as I probed her pussy with my tongue. The juices of her sweet peach spilled over my lips and chin as I tongue-fucked her like an animal. Her taste, her smell, her heat, her wetness…it was like a drug and my head was spi
nning as I ate her out, using a free hand to stroke my cock that was ready to burst with the enormous load pooling in my balls.
“C-Caleb!” she cried out as I pressed deeper and reached up her little mound to flick her clit with my tongue. Her body quaked and she slapped her palms against the tile walls of the shower. I replied by spanking her hard on one cheek, smothering myself in her firm, young body.
I growled into her, let go of my cock and spread her even wider. I was in heaven, but there was still one more thing I wanted to do that I’d never done with any other girl. The most intimate of intimates, and I wanted to—no, I needed to do it with her, with Lizbeth, my student, my princess.
Running my tongue back, I tongued her slit, spreading her pussy lips as I went, all the way back to her little hole, lapping at the juices there, then all the way back to her other hole.
Fuck, yes…
Lizbeth moaned and almost fell over but managed to brace herself against the wall with both hands. I was lost in her body, swimming in her scent and her taste, my dick pulsing like a rod of hot iron between my legs, begging to be buried inside of her. When I let go of her ass, her cheeks basically smothered her. I could barely breathe, but every time I did, I smelled her. Her scent was high octane gasoline being thrown on the fire raging within me.
I reached up with my free hand—the one not tugging on my cock—and parted her wet little cunt and slid a finger inside. Lizbeth moaned as I curled my finger towards the place that would drive her wild. I was lost in her body, but I couldn’t help myself.
“You see, princess?” I asked, pulling back for just a moment. “This spot? You feel that?”
“Yes!” she stammered.
“That’s your G-spot, the spot that will give you the greatest pleasure.” I applied more pressure, causing her to shake as the pleasure thrust through her. “Most guys don’t know how to find it. But me? I know my anatomy.”
Her wet cheeks accepted my face with ease, and my tongue found her little hole again. I yearned to be inside her, but I could feel the orgasm rising within her and applied more pressure to her G-spot as I licked her clean, tight, wet little ass.
“I’m close…” she whispered. I couldn’t speak. My mouth was trapped between her cheeks and my tongue was busy. Instead, I just moaned in reply and kept going.
Come on, princess. Come for me.
Lizbeth’s beautiful body shook as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her cries of pleasure rang out through the shower like a beautiful symphony. Her hips bucked back as she grinded against my face. I felt a flood of pussy juice spill down across my chin and the walls of her tight little cunt flex and clamp down against my finger with each wave of her climax.
“F-f-f-fuck!” she stammered as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. I groaned into her again as she began to come down, her hole clenched down so tight on my finger that I wondered if she’d even be able to take my cock.
Oh, it will. It has to.
“Holy fuck,” Lizbeth groaned as her legs gave out from under her and she crumpled into a pile beside me on the shower floor.
“Language, Miss Brady,” I scolded her. “Is that any way to speak in front of your professor?”
“Mmm, I’m sorry, professor,” she mewed as she curled up beside me.
God, look at those curves!
“How old are you, princess?”
She looked up at me through glazed-over, post-orgasm eyes. “Eighteen.”
Eighteen…fresh, innocent, eighteen-year-old pussy.
Plump, perky, perfect teenage breasts. I took one in my hand and pulled her across the wet floor. I sat back and spread my legs, presenting my cock to her like a Spartan spear protruding from the phalanx.
That tight little pussy was calling to me, but first I was going to claim her mouth. She had many lessons to learn, and I wasn’t going to waste any time getting to them. This wasn’t an approved course, and I wasn’t going to wait all semester for her to complete her work.
“Time for your next lesson, Miss Brady,” I whispered. “Open that mouth for me.”
Chapter Eight
Lizbeth
I was still swooning as I opened my mouth as I had been instructed. My body was tingling from the outrageous orgasm I’d just experienced. I’d had no idea what was in store for me when he got down on his knees behind me, but his tongue going there?—that hadn’t even been in the realm of possibilities. It was forbidden, it was filthy, it was animalistic...
But still…it was magic.
He really meant it when he said he wanted to taste all of me. What surprised me the most when he’d taken me like that—spread me wide open and pressed his tongue against every single bare inch—was that not only had I been okay with it, I’d loved it.
Something that intimate would scare most girls. You didn’t have to be a genius to understand that. But it had sent me soaring. I’d come even harder then than I had back in his office. The waiting had paid off…
My pussy was wet and throbbing and the occasional spasm still shook me as I lay there on the floor beneath him, staring up at his colossal cock just inches from my lips. His strong hand on my breast had me aching for him, feeling more like a woman than I ever had. My heart rushed with anticipation as he lowered his thick, triumphant member towards my lips.
No way I can swallow all that, I thought. But I wanted to.
My mind burst as I tasted him, the skin of his cock and the sweet and salty precum that spilled onto my tongue. God, he was enormous. He twitched in my mouth and groaned as he stuffed the first few inches in, and when I say stuffed, I mean stuffed.
My lips could barely fit around him. He must have been as thick as my wrist, maybe more. He growled as I opened my jaw as wide as it would go and managed to get a couple more inches into my mouth. But even then, I’d only taken half of him. He thrust forward, placing a guiding hand on the back of my head. My eyes went wide as I choked and felt my stomach spasm with my gag reflex.
Holy shit!
“That’s all right,” he whispered as I pulled back and coughed. “This is just your first lesson. It takes time and practice, but you’ll get there. If you’re a good student. Are you going to be a good student?”
I nodded quickly and opened obediently. My eyes said, “More?”
And he gave it to me.
He filled my mouth with his girth. It was scary just how big he was. I couldn’t even imagine being able to deep-throat him. Maybe with a different angle, or weeks of lessons. I melted as he began thrusting, his strong hips bucking back and forth as he fucked my face. It was only half of his cock, but it was still more than enough for me. Then, as he reached down and touched my wet little slit with two fingers, I completely melted.
I moaned on his cock, writhed on the shower floor as the warm water rained down on me and his sweet precum rolled down the back of my tongue. He was like a Greek god kneeling over me, giving me the most spectacular view of my life. Every muscle of his body was chiseled, firm, flexed and taut, his flawless physique amplified by the water that glistened over his skin.
His fingers moved masterfully over my clit, rolling it back and forth with perfect circles, sending jolts of electric pleasure sparking through my body. They were amplifying, bringing me closer and closer to the inevitable climax. I was absolutely soaked for him, and it had nothing to do with the water coming down from above.
“That’s right,” he growled. “Suck on that cock, princess. Work hard for your professor.”
His words inflamed me and I reached up and grabbed hold of his shaft. He was so fucking thick that I couldn’t even get my fingers around him! But I pulled and at the same time, opened my throat to accept more of his incredible length. I felt my gag reflex—it was right there—but I pushed forward, determined to get more than half of his monster down my throat.
“You can do it,” he urged me, his strong voice full of lust. I looked up at him, and right as I did, I choked.
I coughed and pulled back, wiping at my eye
s as they teared up from gagging.
“That’s okay, princess. It’s your first time sucking dick, and you’re working with a monster. But you’ll get there. All it takes is practice.”
I was embarrassed but determined, and my heart fluttered as he took me beneath the chin and lifted my mouth to his. I was practically drooling, but he kissed me anyway, deeply and passionately as his fingers moved faster on my clit. My pussy was crying out for him, my juices spilling down my thighs and ass. I wanted it. I needed it. But would I be able to take it?
“I’m going to fuck you now, princess,” he whispered into my lips. “And just like when you took it in your mouth, it’s going to be hard. It won’t fit at first, but you’re going to get every single inch of it and you’re going to love it. I’m going to fill you up, stretch your pussy so it fits only me. I’m going to bottom out inside you until you feel my balls against your asshole, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember your own name. And you’re going to be mine.”
“Yes!” I whispered back, crying out for him. He sucked my bottom lip and cupped one of my breasts as he inched me closer and closer to orgasm with his expert fingers which were wet with my juices. I was right there and he knew it. My body quaked with pure, primal desire, but just as I was about to go over the edge, he stopped.
I whimpered as I quivered there beneath him, a ball of heat pulsing inside of me, my pussy tingling. Just one touch would be enough to send me screaming, but Caleb had other plans for me. I looked up at him with obedient eyes as he moved his fingers, wet with my slickness, up to his lips and sucked them clean.
Oh. My. God!
With a groan, he snatched my legs and spun me towards him, spread my legs apart and lay his cock against my slick mound. It was just like back in his office.
Please, please, put it in me!
“That’s right,” he growled. “Open those fucking legs for me. Open up that little pussy and take all of this.”
