Chapter 7: A Taste of my Male Student 003

In two seconds flat my breasts are naked and exposed.

“Holy shit.” I say.

And he kisses me.

It’s funny, I hadn’t ever imagined kissing him. I’d wondered what he looked like naked, and what his bedroom style was like, but I’d told myself that was academic interest. Every once in a while I’d let myself fantasize...but I’d never imagined kissing him.

His lips are soft, and his kiss starts off soft, too, but quickly becomes harder, urgent. His hands are back on my breasts, his fingers rolling and pinching my nipples, and he’s tipping me backward on the desk. This has spiraled out of control so fast that my brain hasn’t caught up with what’s happening, and it’s like my conscience has to fight through all the noise coming from the rest of my body: my nipples screaming at my clit, my pussy starting to growl, my skin on fire.

“Danny –” I manage to get out before he pinches my nipple, and pushes me down on the desk.

“Wait.” I say, sitting up again, and his hand slides up under what remains of my skirt, his fingers slipping under the thin lace of my underwear. My abs flutter at his touch, and I can feel the heat building between my legs. Pretty soon I won’t be able to stop myself.

“Why?” He says, and pulls my panties down to my knees. Before I know it he has them off and on the floor, and he’s back between my legs.

I don’t have a good answer for him.

He moves his hand back up my thigh, all the way up, until his fingertips brush the crease of my leg. God he’s so close. I know I should have an answer for him, but words won’t come right now. He looks at me intently, wants me to know he’s waiting for an answer.

I open my mouth to speak, and he grins and slips a finger inside me.

“What?” He asks innocently.

But I can’t speak. His finger slides deep inside of me, and it’s like I can only fully feel my pussy now as it exists against his skin, where it’s come alive. It burns hot and wet, and it ripples against him, craving more, more, just more. I put my head on his shoulder and groan.

“What was that?” He says lightly, and all the while his finger is fucking me – he’s fucking me – in short, shallow strokes, working his way around, putting circular pressure on the edge of my entrance.

I try to breathe, and I shudder against him, my bare nipples brushing against his dress shirt. He takes the opportunity to kiss my neck, and his finger starts to work a little harder, a little faster. I can’t take it anymore.

“More,” I whisper, my voice choked.

“What?” He smiles.

“More!” I hiss, and I clamp down on his finger, grinding against him.

Immediately he tips me back on the desk and lifts my legs, cradling a knee on each shoulder, so now I’m lying on my back, on my own desk, my pussy served up to him on a platter. I close my eyes and feel another finger push slowly into me.

“Yesss.” I breathe, and I feel him curl his fingers inside me, pressing on my g-spot. Holy hell, he knows exactly where to find it and what to do with it, and now he’s fucking me with his fingers again, flexing them back and forth, opening me wide while keeping the pressure on my g-spot. I’ve never been fucked like this before, it’s like every nerve in my body has woken up, has realized where the show is, and they’re all rushing to my pussy, crowding in to get their fill. I don’t understand what’s happening.

And he’s doing it all with just two fingers.

That’s when I feel his tongue.

He doesn’t go directly for my clit. Instead I feel his tongue reach between my inner and outer folds on one side, than the other, something else I’ve never felt before, and he starts to lick me there. At first it’s just a distraction from what his magical fingers are doing, but he keeps up the rhythm, putting pressure on one spot on either side as his tongue slides over it, and soon I’m lost, spinning upwards into oblivion while I gush into his mouth.

“What the hell are you doing?” I pant.

He doesn’t answer me. His fingers just fuck me harder, twisting in and out of me now, and I’m so close to coming, and he hasn’t even touched my clit.

Then I feel his tongue again, working in tight, pointed little circles, spiraling towards my clit. He finally reaches it and takes the whole hood in his lips, presses his tongue against my clit, and sucks.

I scream.

He jams another finger into me and licks, and my back bows and I feel hands on breasts, twisting my nipples, squeezing the mounds, and finally I realize they’re my hands. It’s like I’m having an out of body experience, completely separated from the world, subsisting on nothing but sensation.

This is fucking insane.

I think this is as high as I’ve ever been, and then I feel fingers on the muscle just above my pussy, right above the line where my pubic hair would be if I kept it. I don’t understand, another thing I don’t understand, and then the fingers start to knead, and it makes more sense than anything else ever has. It’s like there’s a disorganized mass of fire inside of me, some of it in my pussy, a big cloud of it around my clit, and some in the muscles all around, and his fingers are kneading it together, making one, tight, intense ball of fire. He’s sculpting an orgasm for me. I’m almost afraid of it, of how intense it is, and I don’t have the words to tell him to slow down. I wouldn’t even if I could. There’s no going back.

“Danny,” I whimper.

He keeps up the reverse pressure on my clit, and I feel his tongue lapping at it, in short, hard little strokes, and his fingers fuck me in circles while his other hand presses down right above my pubis, and he sets that ball of fire loose. I come, and it’s like a stray bullet ricocheting around my body, that little pinball of heat, setting fire to everything it touches, before it’s finally called back to my center, where it settles and grows until I’m engulfed in it. Suddenly I feel like I have to pee, I’m certain I’m going to pee, and there’s nothing I can do, and my whole body convulses in a giant contraction and hot liquid spurts out of my pussy.

And I just...disappear. Burned up into a million little bits of floating ash.

I have no idea how long it takes me to come back to myself. When I do I find that my eyes have watered, tears streaming down the sides of my head to my ears, and my lips are tingling and a little numb, which makes it hard to speak. I try anyway.

“Danny.” I mumble.

He rises, grinning, from between my legs, and his face and collar are soaked through. I really did squirt. I’ve never done that before.

His hands roam over my body, up and down and around my curves, and he’s still grinning. Finally he grabs my hands, and places them up above my head.

“We’re not done.” He says.

“Huh?”

In response he grabs me by hips and pulls my ass over the edge of the desk, and then flips me over so I’m on my belly. It hurts until I can find my footing on the ground, and can stand on my own feet again.

I’m still a little groggy, and my legs can barely hold me up. I squirm a bit to get a look back over my shoulder when I feel a hand on my ass. He rubs it lightly, like he’s giving it a polish, and then he gives me a hard smack.

He leans over me, close to my ear.

“I’m going to fuck you better than my father ever did.”

Oh, man, that shouldn’t do it, but it does. My pussy clenches involuntarily, and I’m getting high again, wanting him inside me.

The thought of Danny filling me, fucking me...

Fuck.

“Fuck me.” I whisper.