Part 16 (1/2)
”Of course you do.” He began thrusting harder. Pounding into flesh and forcing soft sounds of delight and need from her lips.
He released her hair and slid a hand down and around to press his fingertips against her c.l.i.t. She cried out as o.r.g.a.s.m began to crest, the s.h.i.+mmering waves of intense pleasure growing in intensity, building, rising. She shuddered, moaning as she teetered on the edge of a vicious o.r.g.a.s.m.
”Your going to c.u.m soon, Chast.i.ty,” he murmured breathlessly in her ear. ”I can feel how close you are.”
She felt a hand on her b.u.t.tocks, then a wet finger on the tight rose of her a.n.u.s. She whimpered softly. ”No, please don't.” She tried to push him out, but that opened her to his plundering finger. He pushed, invading her tight virgin ca.n.a.l, shoving past the snug ring to burrow into heat.
He moved his finger and she felt him through the thin walls of her c.u.n.t moving against the c.o.c.k that f.u.c.ked her. She screamed and bucked as the cresting wave of o.r.g.a.s.m took her. Her body spasmed powerfully around both the finger and the c.o.c.k within her. Moisture slithered down her thighs as she writhed with intense gratification.
”I thought you'd like that,” Mr. DuLong said, and groaned. ”My turn.” He shoved his c.o.c.k deeply into her c.u.n.t and held her there, locked tightly against his sweating rigid body. Mr. DuLong choked and pulled partway out, then plunged again. ”f.u.c.k, yes!”
Chast.i.ty felt her teacher's c.o.c.k moving within her as he pumped his load of c.u.m into her. Long creamy ropes of c.u.m slithered from her swollen c.u.n.t, down her thighs.
They separated, and Mr. DuLong dropped naked into his chair, only a few steps away. He smiled. ”That was delightful.” Mr. DuLong sighed as he pulled his trousers up, then shrugged into his s.h.i.+rt.
Chast.i.ty leaned against the blackboard in blus.h.i.+ng humiliation, her crossed arms over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Tears slid silently down her cheeks. She had just been f.u.c.ked hard and long by her teacher, and, G.o.d help her, had gloried in every moment of it.
Chast.i.ty kept her back to the teacher as she pulled up her jeans, his c.u.m still sliding down her thighs. She fastened her bra, then put on her pink blouse.f.u.c.king a.s.shole.
”You have pa.s.sed your exam, you no longer need to complete this cla.s.s. My report to your sponsor will have nothing but excellent marks. Now, you may leave,” Mr. DuLong said as he turned back to the manila folder on his desk.
”Sir?” she said, noting that he had yet to put his belt back on, ”I have a sponsor?” Chast.i.ty said in astonishment as she gathered her books.This was deliberate?
”Why, yes. I was brought in specifically to instruct you.”
”Sir, who is my sponsor, and what have I been sponsored for?” Chast.i.ty backed away from the desk.
What the h.e.l.l is going on here?
”I'm sorry, but I cannot reveal who your sponsor is, although I can say that you may be a.s.sured that your next instructor will be pleased to have such a diligent student. You are well on your way to qualifying for the Academy, once you graduate high school.” He busily wrote in the folder then raised his eyes to hers. His lips curved in a tight smile. ”Did you wish to continue with this cla.s.s?”
”Absolutely not, sir!”
”you should go. Your ride will be waiting at the school's front entrance.”
Chast.i.ty fled, her sneakers making light sounds as she ran for the front doors. She burst from the school and dashed down the front steps. ”Hey little girl, enjoy your cla.s.s?” Rob smiled as he leaned against the pa.s.senger door of his silver mustang, tall dark and imposing, his long hair flying in the brisk breeze.
”Are you my sponsor?” she snapped.
”h.e.l.l, no...” He chuckled as he opened the door. ”I was a.s.signed to take your virginity and make you like it. I guess you can say that I was your first instructor.”
”What?” Chast.i.ty stood frozen in shock on the bottom step.
”Come on and get in, I have to take you home.” He grabbed her by the arm and shoved her into the car.
”Who's next to teach me?” she said as she sat in the car.
Rob slid into the driver's side and started the Mustang. ”I have no idea, they haven't told me squat. I had no idea that you'd be seeing that kinky b.a.s.t.a.r.d 'til I got the call this afternoon.”
”You know him?” she asked.How the h.e.l.l did Rob know about Mr. DuLong? she wondered as he drove toward her house.
”Don't ask, 'cause I'm not gonna tell you, but you can be sure that this was easy compared to what they've probably lined up for you next.”
Phantom Highwayman.
A Ghostly Thief of Hearts.
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highway man comes riding, riding; riding; A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard.
And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred.
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
The Highwayman' by Alfred Noyes (Circa 1789) * Prelude *
Bess was dreaming of kisses.
Masculine lips moved possessively over hers, as a warm velvety tongue surged aggressively into her open mouth. She could hear her own moans as she returned the caress with enthusiasm. A pleased groan echoed softly as he made his gratification known.
She felt a hand on the back of her neck, gently but firmly holding her locked against his hungry onslaught. His other hand was curved under the weight of her breast, cupping her fullness. His thumb brushed lightly against her erect nipple through the thin chemise. She rubbed slightly against his palm and shuddered with flaring urgency. The rich musk of aroused male wreathed her senses, making her body hunger. His warm lips left hers, and Bess sighed with disappointment.
”Bess, my love, come down. Let's go for a ride in the moonlight,” hoa.r.s.ely whispered a familiar and dear voice in a rich baritone.
Bess lazily opened her eyes and looked down at the horseman who stood boldly atop the saddle, gripping he window frame. Her heart jolted powerfully with the sight. He looked so handsome in his chocolate velvet frock coat. The frills of the Brussels lace jabot, knotted around the throat of his black silk s.h.i.+rt, framed his jaw attractively. The dark tricorn hat he normally wore was hooked to his saddlebow. The long golden waves of his hair, caught back with a black velvet bow, gleamed under the moonlight and spilled over his shoulders to curl at the center of his back.
Perched as she was on the windowsill, she had a clear view of the stable yard of the inn and the surrounding trees. Moonlight silvered everything, including his eyes as he wound his fingers in her long black curls.
”Aimory,” she whispered back with a smile, ”One day that horse is going to take a step whilst you're atop him and dump you on your a.r.s.e.” The huge black thoroughbred took that moment to toss his gleaming head, jingling his bridle with a snort.
”Does this mean you're going to come down here or not, my beauty?” He tugged gently but insistently on her springy tresses. ”Come down to me, my love, tonight I need more than just your kisses.”
”You know I can't. If I'm found with you, My Da will skin us both!”
”Not if he doesn't catch us,” Aimory smiled rakishly. ” I need you in my arms before I go, Bess. I'm after a prize tonight, a Royal prize big enough to finally retire on.”
”Is this the one we've been hearing for weeks about? The one no one is supposed to know about?” Bess bit her plump lip as an abrupt s.h.i.+ver captured and shook her. Bess's heart thumped hard in sudden fear. ”I have a bad feeling about this jaunt, beloved.” She reached out and caught hold of his warm hand. ”You know my feelings are never wrong, Aimory. What if the magic spell that sorcerer gave you doesn't work this time? What if the Thief-Taker finally catches you...?”
”That's why I need to hold you, my love, to make sure nothing goes wrong with the spell. It's powered by your loving, remember?” He smiled to rea.s.sure her. ”The spell the alchemist gave me makes me and Blackamoor here living ghosties; bullets can't touch us, and nothing can outrun Blackamoor. Come on down to me.” He took both her hands in a firm grip and began to pull, gently but with determination.
”Aimory, you're pulling me right out the window!” Her whisper rose to an alarmed pitch. ”I can't! I've never done. What if somebody sees us?” Bess tried to twist her hands from his firm grip as she began to tip out of the windowsill.