Now for the taste test. I dive right in, running my tongue along the pink folds. She doesn’t have a strong scent; clean and sweet. And she tastes like whipped cream. As I lick circles around her clit, she sucks in a breath. “Oh, God,” she breathes.
Plunging my tongue into her opening, she cries out and starts to hump my face. I sit back, spread her open. Her pretty asshole needs attention too. With the tip of my tongue, I press against it and I’m met with resistance from the tight muscle.
“Oh, God!” she says again, screaming it this time.
I go back and forth, licking a trail between her cunt and ass, making sure each has its fair amount of attention. Then I put a second finger inside of her. This one goes in easier. Hooking my fingers, I feel the bumpy egg-shape of her G-spot and begin to rub. Her eyes open wide and she gives me this confused look as I massage, like she has no idea what the sensation is that she’s feeling. I wonder if anyone has ever touched her there before, and feel a sense of pride and ownership knowing I’m the first.
“What—” she starts to say, but then her eyes roll back in her head.
That’s when I try for a third finger. There’s some resistance, but I manage and she doesn’t complain. In fact, she seems to be loving it as she calls out my name. Hearing my name in her voice, the desperation, the yearning, I feel possessive. She’s mine. No one else can have her.
As I massage faster, she’s panting, “Oh, oh, oh,” her voice rising until she’s crying out, “Oh, fuck, yes!”
Suddenly her muscles clinch and clamp down on me, trapping my fingers inside of her, crushing them together until they’re overlapped. I wince as she contracts. Takes an entire minute before she relaxes enough for me to pull them out. When I do, a lava flow of her juices pour out with them spilling on the countertop.
She lays flat on her back against the granite slab, spent and breathing hard. Now that she’s loosened up, it’s time. I’ll give her a few minutes to come down, but I’m nowhere near done with her yet.
“That was amazing,” she says. She sits up and reaches for my hand. I give it to her. She puts my fingers—the ones that were just inside her pussy—into her mouth and sucks them clean. “I want more.”
Holy shit, this girl is incredible. “Oh, you’re getting more.” I rub my raging hard cock against her leg. “A lot more.”
She giggles as I lift her off the island. I carry her to my room for round two.
Chapter 5
Georgia
I can’t believe this is the same man who stands in front of my class day in and day out, preaching from the periodic table. It’s like I’ve stepped into some alternate universe.
I’m draped over the side of the bed, face in a pillow, exposed and ready to receive him. His sheets have a masculine scent that I’m learning to associate with him. I take in a long, deep breath and hold it in my lungs, committing it to memory.
After my first mind-blowing orgasm, I’m ready for my next. He stands behind me, rubbing his hands up and down my ass cheeks. I’ve always been somewhat self-conscious. I was the girl at the pool who always wore the long T-shirt over my bathing suit, or the one hiding in the stall to change my clothes during PE. Having someone standing behind me, studying my backside, spreading my butt cheeks apart with the light on, is, well, let’s just say it’s out of my comfort zone. And yet, with Loche, I feel safe and secure, and more than a little turned on. All this attention on my body makes me feel special and sexy, and so I roll my hips to urge him on.
He says things like, “Yeah baby, give me a show” and tells me how pretty my pussy is. It gets me so horny I can hardly stand it. He positions himself between my legs and rubs the head of his dick on my clit.
“I want your big cock inside me,” I say, feeling bold. I’ve never talked like this to anyone before. It feels kind of awkward at first, but I like it, and by the way he growls and slaps my ass, I think he does too.
The head of his dick feels more like a fist when it pushes against me. I gasp. For the first time since my dress came off tonight, I’m nervous. I’m wet as hell and yet his leviathan isn’t budging.
Oh my god, it’s not going to fit. After all this build-up and anticipation, we’re not going to be able to have sex. It’s disappointing to say the least, but it also makes me a little sad. It wasn’t just about experiencing his beautiful dick and the fantasies I’d had after watching his video. After spending time with him, it became more about being with Loche, my teacher, a man I trust and admire.
He leans down, gently biting the back of my neck, and whispers, “I’ll be right back.” His warm breath sends a chill down my spine.