Part 14 (1/2)
”Oh, okay...Um, how about.?” He was having trouble thinking. G.o.d, this felt good. This was a game? h.e.l.l, this was only the demo? He was probably asleep and dreaming, but G.o.d, he'd never dreamed anything like this before! Briefly, a comic book image came to mind. ”Dawn. Your name is Dawn.” He shuddered as she lifted herself against him, pressing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his face.
”I am Dawn,” she said and pressed against him.
He filled his mouth with a soft pink nipple. She tasted faintly of cinnamon and sugar. Bringing his hands up, he gently crushed both nipples to his lips. His tongue swirled, then he sucked, drawing the erect pink flesh deep into his mouth. She rewarded him with a deep, pleasurable sigh.
She s.h.i.+fted against him, centering his impossibly hard shaft against her p.u.s.s.y. He felt her move against the swollen head of his c.o.c.k, then position herself so that he was partway in. He groaned at the teasing and tightened his a.s.s muscles, seeking entrance. She dropped suddenly into his lap, engulfing his c.o.c.k deep into her p.u.s.s.y. They both grunted, then sighed in pleasure.
She leaned forward and rocked against the hardness deep in her flesh. Her damp heat squeezed around him, then tugged, gripping him hard as she came up and he slid partway out, slick with her moisture. She settled back onto his shaft and leaned forward again. The chair rocked under them.
She's good, she's getting it just right...he thought in delicious agony.s.h.i.+t! He raised his hips and ground his painfully hard c.o.c.k up into her softness, increasing the tempo. He bit his lip in concentration. He didn't want to lose it this early in the game, but sweet Christ!
She took the hint and rocked a little faster, digging her toes into the rug for leverage. He took a sweet nipple into his mouth and sucked. She whimpered softly, then grabbed the back of the chair, pulling herself a little faster and grinding down onto him a little harder. Her hips writhed, and she twisted around his shaft. Her breathing increased and she panted in his ear. Tiny whimpers became outright moans as she squeezed her a.s.s muscles, increasing the pressure around his c.o.c.k.
”Oh, f.u.c.k.” he moaned. Tension sizzled up his spine, shooting up the back of his neck. His toes dug into the rug as he surged hard up into the softness clenched around his c.o.c.k. ”f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k f.u.c.k!” He could feel his b.a.l.l.s tightening, he was going to c.u.m any second.
He grabbed for her hips and slammed her down, holding her firmly on his c.o.c.k as he felt his c.u.m surge from his b.a.l.l.s. He rocked forward, holding her pinned as he pumped his cream into her. She screamed her o.r.g.a.s.m, her flesh shuddering around him, milking the c.u.m from his c.o.c.k...
He howled...and snapped awake.
Jay watched, hands clenched on the arms of his chair, as a thick rope of his c.u.m spurted from his d.i.c.k, straight up to spatter against his chest and chin. He grunted and gasped in surprise as he continued to pump out long streams of thick j.i.z.z. He grabbed for his d.i.c.k, pointing the heavy stream of c.u.m away from his face. He groaned in agonizing pleasure as his c.u.m landed on his keyboard in viscous white clumps. He couldn't stop himself as, grunting, he pumped c.u.m all over his computer.
”Jesus f.u.c.k!” he swore. He'd never, ever c.u.m that much before. He panted in trembling exhaustion. d.a.m.n, the s.h.i.+t was everywhere, all over his face, jeans, his s.h.i.+rt and the floor too. ”s.h.i.+t! How the h.e.l.l am I gonna get all the c.u.m off my keyboard?”
On the c.u.m-spattered monitor the words:Game Over blinked in red. Beneath it was the phrase: Game saved-DAWN.
”I gotta buy the rest of this game!” Jay said in wonder.
Chast.i.ty Debauched: Teacher's Pet.
Tutored in f.e.l.l.a.t.i.o.
For Dr. Spankenstein.
The yellow message slip clutched in Chast.i.ty's fingers stated that she had a meeting with the subst.i.tute teacher for Advanced English at the end of the school day. Chast.i.ty had no idea why he wanted to see her; she wasn't in any of his cla.s.ses. She hoped that this meeting wouldn't take long; she needed to catch the bus, or face a long walk home.
Nervously, Chast.i.ty tucked a long lock of her hip-length strawberry-blonde hair behind one ear. She glanced at her reflection in the school's window, then grimaced at her disheveled appearance. She took a quick moment to tuck her pale pink b.u.t.ton-down blouse neatly into the waistband of her snug, hip-hugging jeans.
”Mr. DuLong?” Chast.i.ty said softly as she pushed open the cla.s.sroom door. She stepped inside the cla.s.sroom, then gently closed the door and walked toward the side of the teacher's desk, where he sat in profile.
The subst.i.tute teacher for advanced English sat with his back to the blackboard, facing the rows of student desks and the back of the room. His head bowed over his book-strewn desk as he busily graded papers. He was completely oblivious to Chast.i.ty's presence. She froze in her tracks as she got a good look at him.
Oh, my G.o.d,she mouthed silently in shock. I never had a subst.i.tute teacher that looked this good! Mr. DuLong's long gray-streaked, black hair fell in a neat tail down his back to end below his shoulder blades. The pristine starched fabric did nothing to hide the strength of his very broad shoulders. The crisp white of his dress s.h.i.+rt was unb.u.t.toned at the throat and contrasted sharply with the rich golden tan of his skin. The sleeves were rolled up over dark golden forearms knotted with long sinews. The elegant fingers of his strong hands shuffled papers.
He belongs in the movies...She watched, breathless, as he adjusted his round gla.s.ses with a long finger. How come I never get subst.i.tute teachers like this for my cla.s.ses? Chast.i.ty thought with envy. She'd been hearing her cla.s.smates mooning about the gorgeous English teacher all day. She had thought they were exaggerating.
”Ah, you must be Chast.i.ty,” he said, looking up from his papers with a distracted smile. The light reflected off his round gla.s.ses, hiding his eyes completely, but not the strong masculine planes of his face and his expressive, sensual mouth.
Oh, G.o.d, his smile is beautiful, too.Her mind practically shut down as a warm liquid sensation uncurled and thickened, hardening her nipples and spreading moisture in her panties. ”You wanted to see me?” Chast.i.ty flipped a long lock of her hair as she stood before the unbelievably handsome high-school teacher's desk.
”At least you are on time,” he said with a glance at his watch. ”Please, come in.” His deep rich voice had an exotic British accent that made the hair on Chast.i.ty's arms stand up in stirring awareness.
G.o.d, I could listen to this guy talk all day,she thought as she hugged her cla.s.s books to her ample chest to hide her hardened nipples.
”Yes. I have an a.s.signment for you to complete by the end of this week.” His graceful fingers reached for a manila folder sitting to one side of his books. Picking up an elegant gold pen, he flipped open the folder and made a notation.
”An a.s.signment?” Chast.i.ty was confused.I'm not in any of his cla.s.ses, so why would he have an a.s.signment for me?
”Yes. According to my records, your education is woefully lacking in one area in particular. I hope to help you, by tutoring you for an hour, after school, every day this week. As you know, I am only a subst.i.tute teacher, so my time, and yours, is limited.”
”But, I'm a good student, I don't need a tutor! Mr. DuLong, I can't,' she stammered in dismay. ”Not after school, I mean, I have a bus to catch to get home.” ”A ride home has been arranged for you. Your parents were called this afternoon, and will be expecting you later.” ”My parents? The school called my parents?” ”To continue, if I may?” he said in a brisk tone, his brow sharply raised at a sharp angle. ”We will begin each lesson with a quiz, and end with a test. Should you complete your a.s.signment to my satisfaction earlier than planned, you will, of course, be excused from all other tutorial sessions.”
”What are you...am I supposed to...What am I learning?” ”Hmm, spirit,” he said thoughtfully, then adjusted his gla.s.ses carefully. ”To begin with, you may begin allquestions by addressing me a.s.sirorMr. DuLong. All other outbursts will be punished.”
”Sir?” she squeaked.Punished? she thought in rising alarm.What the h.e.l.l is going on here? ”You will be learning f.e.l.l.a.t.i.o: the art of bringing a man to climax without coition.” He shoved back the chair and it howled obscenely loud in the empty cla.s.sroom. Chast.i.ty stared blankly.Coition? What the h.e.l.l is that? He gave her a small condescending smile. ”In case you didn't get that, coition is intercourse or s.e.x, and f.e.l.l.a.t.i.o is the technique of pleasuring a man-with your mouth.” He rose from behind the desk, then stepped toward her.
He wants me to learn what?she thought in confusion and stepped back from him.
”Shall we begin?” he asked pleasantly.
”No way!” she snapped, her teeth clicking together in sudden outrage. ”There is no way I'm sucking anyone's d.i.c.k!” She turned and fled toward the door. If she was quick, she could still catch the bus home.
”Stop,” he commanded.
Chast.i.ty froze in mid-step, her hand on the doork.n.o.b.
”You may not realize this, but I will be grading your senior-cla.s.s mid-term exam in English at the end of
this week.”
Oh s.h.i.+t.Chast.i.ty thought as her throat closed in fear.
”If you choose not to complete this a.s.signment,” he said softly, ”I guarantee that you will fail your English
exam.”
”That's blackmail, you a.s.shole,” Chast.i.ty said through clenched teeth while staring at the door. She could feel the jaws of the trap close around her. She glanced over her shoulder at Mr. DuLong. ”Why, yes, it is,” he said quietly, with a feral smile.
”Isn't there a rule about teachers having s.e.xual relations with students?” Chast.i.ty turned to face him, her books clenched protectively in front of her in a white-knuckled grip.
”You may report me if you like. However, I guarantee that you will fail your exam. You may be absolutely a.s.sured that I will make arrangements for it.”
Oh G.o.d, now what do I do?Chast.i.ty thought in desperation.I need to pa.s.s that exam! He had her trapped, and he knew it. ”You filthy, perverted, son of a b.i.t.c.h,” she swore softly.