by Lola Swain
“Lyric, you need to get to your next class,” he said while he shuffled papers on his desk.
I gathered my stuff and walked toward him. He kept his head down and I reached out and touched his arm. He yanked it away from my hand as if I just put a cockroach on his arm. He looked at me with hatred.
“Get to class, Lyric. Now!” he said through clenched teeth.
“I want to talk to you, Professor Teresi. Can’t we even talk?”
“No, we can’t. Now, get to class,” he said and waved me away from him.
I scurried from the classroom like a weak little mouse and spent the rest of the day angry and depressed.
“So how was Professor Dreamy’s class?” Rose said after class as our driver took us home.
“Goddamned horrid,” I said. “He treated me like a leper. Rose, please tell me what to do. Papa tried last night, but I think I need a more gentle approach.”
“Cupcakes,” she said.
“Cupcakes? What do you mean?”
“Well, Lyric,” Rose said, “you’re hot, so there’s really nothing to improve for Professor Fuckable. But, he obviously has something holding him back…morals, standards, whatev. So it seems to me you need to appeal to him on some sort of human level. Cupcakes make everyone melt.”
Our brothers laughed and Serene told them to shut up.
“No, Rose is right,” Serene said. “Bring him cupcakes, Lyric and apologize for yesterday. Perhaps, you came on too strong?”
“I don’t know, do you really think it will work, Rose?” I said.
“Um, excuse me,” Julian said, “I’m a guy and if a hot chick got on top of any surface and rubbed her pussy in front of me until she came like Lyric did, she wouldn’t need to bring me fucking cupcakes! Maybe Professor Teresi just isn’t interested in Lyric.”
“Impossible!” Rose said. “He just needs a little gentle coaxing. Some men do, you know.”
“You girls are fucked in the head,” Alexander said and laughed. “I’m sorry, Lyric, but I think this is a really bad idea. You really think bringing Professor Teresi baked goods is going to make him change his mind and fall all over himself to fuck you?”
“Listen to Alexander, sister,” Nico said. “He is more likely to whip out a restraining order than his cock if you show up at his apartment. And what about his wife?”
“What of her?” I said.
“Don’t listen to them, Lyric,” Rose said. “We’ll go as soon as we drop the boys off. We’ll stop at Brentano’s and pick out six of the most beautiful cupcakes and go to his apartment. When you get there, you’ll present them as a peace offering. If the wife is there, you leave. If not, you go in and break him the fuck down.”
“Sounds perfect!” Serene said. “I want to go too. Rose and I will have Jimmy park and we’ll wait for you in the car.”
“Sounds fucked!” Nico said. “Lyric, you will regret this. If this man loves his wife, if he loves his job, he’s not going to want anything to do with you. Just leave it alone and move the fuck on.”
“I can’t move on. It is decreed,” I said.
We dropped the boys off and our driver Jimmy took us to Brentano’s bakery in Little Italy. We picked out six of the most beautiful cupcakes and had the lady pack them carefully in a pink box. She even tied the twine around the box in a bow after my sisters told her they were a love offering. We then made our way to the Village and toward Professor Teresi’s apartment while my sisters fixed my hair and makeup.
“Beautiful,” Rose said as she stared at me. “You look absolutely beautiful. He won’t be able to resist you Lyric, I feel it.”
“Take your panties off,” Serene said. “No need having extra clothing between you and he. Besides, what’s sexier than a girl in a school uniform with no panties on?”
I slipped my panties off and threw them in my book bag. My heart pounded as the car pulled up in front of Professor Teresi’s apartment.
“Okay, remember,” Rose said, “if the wife is there, apologize and hand the cupcakes over and come back to the car. If she is not, you know what to do.”
“Lyric,” Serene said, “what does she look like? If she’s not there, Rose and I will keep an eye out for her and text you if we see her coming.”
“Pretty,” I said. “Long, blond hair, thin, blue eyes, but uptight looking. She used to be a ballerina with Martha Graham. Now she does nothing.”
My sisters sighed and wished me luck. I got out of the car and walked up the seven concrete steps that led to his brownstone. The box of cupcakes felt heavy in my hands and I hesitated on step six. I wanted to run back to the safety of my sisters, but I knew Papa would be pleased if I forged ahead. So I did.
I tousled my hair on the landing, rang the bell, licked my lips and meditated for Papa’s power. And when he answered and stared at me, I felt that power explode in my veins.
“Lyric,” he said as he looked up and down the sidewalk, “what the hell are you doing here?”
He wore a tight, black Henley that outlined his pectoral muscles perfectly. His defined stomach, always hidden by his suit jackets, was more magnificent than I imagined. He look like he either just woke from a nap or was about to take one and I felt he was alone. I also felt my confidence wavering.
“I-I, I brought you these,” I said and held out the box of cupcakes.
“Lyric, you coming here is not appropriate. This is my home, my private home, and you are my student,” he said and took the box from my hand.
“Please, Professor Teresi,” I said, “I just want to talk. To apologize for the way I behaved yesterday. Are you alone?”
“Yes, my wife is shopping, but I don’t know how long until she returns. She would not like to find you here, Lyric, but you can come in for a moment.”
He allowed me into his apartment and followed behind me. He had rows and stacks of books lining the wall shelves and on the floor. His apartment, while modest compared to my apartment, is larger than I thought it would be with an expansive living room and beautiful view.
He put the box of cupcakes down on a side table and sat on a large couch. Picasso’s Nessus et Dejanire hung on the wall behind the couch and I gasped.
“Is that the original?” I said.
“No,” he said and chuckled, “just a print.”
“Still, it’s very nice,” I said and sat down next to him on the couch.
“Thanks,” he said and turned toward me. “What do you want to say, Lyric?”
“I want to apologize about yesterday. It was not my intention to masturbate in front of you. I got carried away,” I said. “I did not mean for it to happen like that and the way you have been acting toward me since, has hurt me very much.”
I mustered some tears and blinked so they spilled out over my eyes and dripped onto my chest.
“Lyric,” he said and put his hand on my knee, “I’m sorry for how I handled this, but you have to understand that I need to be careful. I will not risk my career or my marriage because you have a crush on me. Believe me, I understand how you feel, but I also understand that you are 18-years-old and I am one of many crushes you will have. You are very beautiful, Lyric, but I am simply not your man.”
My pussy pounded as I moved closer to him. I felt my juices start as I thought of the things I could do to him while we were alone. I knew that time was of the essence and I didn’t want to waste it. After all, if he really was a man with staunch morals as he claimed to have, he wouldn’t have let me inside in the first place, would he?
“But I don’t understand,” I said and moved closer to him so the side of my leg touched his, “if you find me beautiful, then what’s the problem?”
“The problem is, again, I am married and I am your teacher. Lyric, for someone as smart as I know you are, I don’t understand how you don’t get this.”
“I do get this,” I said and I pressed my leg against his. “What I don’t get is why this is holding you back?”
And then I was done with the talking. I qui
ckly turned toward him and straddled his lap. I lifted my skirt to my waist and leaned back a bit to give him a shot of my shaved pussy. He looked down at my pussy and he licked his lips. I knew then he wanted me and all that stuff he said earlier was the politically correct bullshit you feel you have to say to get by in this world. That shit’s holding you back, you know. You don’t have to live like that.
“Lyric,” he said as he lifted his hips toward my pussy and pressed his big, hard bulge into me, “I am a man and my resistance has limits.”
I leaned forward and pressed my tits into his chest and ran my fingers through his hair. I tried to kiss him, but he turned his head to the side and I ran my tongue up the side of his face. I nibbled on his earlobe and breathed heavily into his ear.
“Yes,” I said, “and I found your limit.”
I leaned back and stared into his eyes. Actions, my friends. As trite as it is, they always speak louder. At that moment, his eyes told me that he wanted his cock inside my pussy.
“I don’t want this,” he said and groaned.
“It’s okay,” I said as I unbuttoned my blouse, “you will.”
I thrust my hips back and forth against his bulge, grinding my pussy against his cock, as I took my shirt off. I pulled my large tits out of my bra and pinched my nipples. I lifted one of my tits to my mouth and sucked on my nipple as my wet pussy slid back and forth over him. He watched me the whole time.
“Fuck!” he said and grabbed my ass.
“You want to feel my tight pussy around your big, fat cock, teacher?” I said.
He pressed down on my ass and pumped me back and forth over his cock. He stared into my eyes as we dry-humped and I reached down and undid the button on his khaki pants.
“Yes!” he said.
“I like it rough,” I said as I bounced up and down against his cock. “You think you can fuck me hard like that?”
“Baby, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll pass out.”
He dragged his hands from my ass and reached between my legs. He brought his wet fingers from my pussy and popped them into his mouth and sucked my juices off.
“How do I taste?” I said as I rubbed my pussy faster against his bulge.
“Like candy,” he said. “Your pussy tastes as sweet as candy.”
“I want you to be my daddy,” I said. “Does Daddy feel how wet his baby’s pussy is? That’s all for you. This is all for you.”
I felt the orgasm building in my pussy. I pulled up on my pussy mound and my clit popped out. I gripped him tighter with my legs and leaned forward until my clit grinded against his bulge.
“Stick your fingers in my ass,” I said into his ear.
“I’m going to cum in my pants,” he said as he thrust his hips in unison with mine.
Faster and faster we grinded and he plunged a finger into my asshole and pressed.
“I’m gonna cum on your pants, Daddy,” I said.
I heard the alert from my phone well before I heard her keys jingling in the lock, but I didn’t care. I wanted her to catch us. She was useless to me and he was mine. But he heard the keys too and he yanked his finger from my asshole and pushed me off his lap.
“Get dressed now!” he said.
“But my cunt hurts, Daddy,” I said. “I didn’t cum.”
“Get off the floor and fix yourself!” he said.
He fumbled with his pants and I did as he said and buttoned my shirt. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me down the hallway toward the front door.
“Stop pulling me,” I said.
“Shut the fuck up, Lyric!” he said and fixed his hair.
I looked down at his pants and he had a big wet spot from my pussy over his crotch. I chuckled and pointed to it.
“Well that’s going to be difficult to explain, Daddy,” I said.
“Stop calling me daddy!”
He looked down at his pants as she opened the door. She stopped short when she saw me and looked around the door at her husband.
“Honey, this is Lyric, one of my students,” he said in an idiotic sing-songy tone. “Lyric brought cupcakes over because I helped her out with some of her college applications.”
“Oh, how sweet,” the wife said and stared at me.
I looked at her and smiled. And I could tell by the way she looked at me, she didn’t believe a word he said.
“Well,” I said and turned to Professor Teresi, “I have to be going now. See you tomorrow!”
“Honey,” the wife said, “did you spill something on yourself?”
I laughed and walked out the door.
“See you later, Lyric,” he said and shut the door.
I trotted down the steps toward the car and Rose opened the door and yanked me inside the back seat. Both she and Serene fired questions at me like mad and I could only think of the pain I felt in my pussy and that I needed to cum.
“Oh, my god,” Serene said and shook her head, “what did you do? I was so scared when we saw her coming. And then you didn’t respond! Rose and I didn’t know if we should get out of the car and jump her!”
I sat back and told them everything that happened as Jimmy drove us home.
In addition to the intense pain I felt in my pussy, I felt elation coursing through my body. This man who I wanted all summer, wanted me. His acceptance made me feel strong. But I knew in the back of my head that was wrong. Papa always told us our power comes from inside ourselves and that no one can give it to us or take it away. But when Professor Teresi rejected me, I felt ugly and unworthy and disgusting. When he wanted me, I felt beautiful and strong. I can’t be the only person in the universe to feel this way.
“Wow, good for you, sister,” Rose said. “You really got him.”
“No, not really, Rose. I didn’t cum and neither did he. His whatever came home before the act was consummated.”
“Don’t worry, Lyric,” Serene said and stroked my hair, “you will.”
“Yeah, well,” I said as our car pulled up to the front of our building, “I need to now. Where’s Nico?”
Serene and Rose giggled as we walked into the building and got into the elevator to our penthouse.
“Careful, Lyric,” Rose said. “Nico told us at lunch that Mandy Cantervoss was coming over to see him after her piano lesson.”
“No matter,” I said as we entered our apartment. “I’ll let them have their time alone after I get what I want.”
I pressed my ear against Nico’s door and heard music and soft moaning coming from inside. I weighed my need to get fucked against Mandy Cantervoss’ need and mine won out. Of course. I quietly walked into his room and undressed in the corner as I watched her ride his cock. The ache in my pussy was excruciating and I was practically doubled over as I walked to the bed and knocked her off my brother onto the floor.
“What the fuck, Lyric?” Nico said as he sat up on his bed.
“Yeah, Lyric,” Mandy said as she got up off the floor, “what the fuck are you doing?”
“Don’t worry,” I said and crawled up on the bed beside Nico, “this won’t take long.”
I pushed Nico back on the bed and put my mouth over his wide, hard cock. I tasted Mandy’s sweet pussy as I sucked at the head and opened my mouth wider and took him all the way down my throat.
“Um, Nico,” I Mandy said, “should I leave or what?”
“Shhh,” Nico said. “Sit down on the bed and wait.”
Mandy did as she was told and sat down on the bed next to us. I took Nico’s cock out of my mouth and got up on my knees and knelt over him. I held his cock and swirled his beautiful dome back and forth over my pussy lips. I spanked the head of Nico’s cock against my clit and he clawed at his sheets. I lowered my cunt onto his cock and stopped mid-way down his shaft.
“Lyric,” Nico said, “you’re so wet.”
“I know.”
I slammed my pussy down on his cock to the root. Nico grabbed my ass and lifted me up and down, pumping me over and over his cock while I rubbed my pussy. I loo
ked up at Mandy, who didn’t look thrilled, and smiled.
“Nico, this is bullshit,” she said and stood from the bed.
He turned to her and I reached down and held his face in my hands.
“Don’t worry about her,” I said as I stared into his eyes and bounced harder and faster on his cock, “it’s just you and me here. Just you and me.”
Nico arched his back and I felt the head of his cock throb against the tight walls of my pussy. I rubbed my cunt faster and pressed my palm against my swollen clit as I held his cock tight with the muscles of my pussy.
“Fuck, Lyric!” Nico said as he came inside me.
I slammed myself all the way down against him and came hard against his cock as I rubbed my pussy wildly.
“Yes!” I said and pounded my fists against Nico’s chest as I continued my powerful cum. “Oh, fuck yes!”
I fell forward onto Nico’s chest as my pussy convulsed against his cock. His heart pounded in my ear and I took a few deep breaths and enjoyed the release I felt after I came. I remembered Mandy still in the room and not wanting to be a greedy pig, got off Nico and walked toward where she stood by the bedroom door. I grabbed my clothes and dressed. Mandy walked away from me and sat down on the bed next to Nico.
“See,” I said as I pulled my skirt back on, “I told you it wouldn’t take long. Now, back at it you two.”
I laughed as I closed the door and walked down the hall. I thought of Professor Teresi and how he finally succumbed to me. I thought of all of the marvelous things we would do to each other. And finally, I felt the power I should always feel.
Always.
Sometimes I despise wearing uniforms to school. I know there’s that whole sexy schoolgirl thing, but sometimes an occasion warrants dress that is a little more alluring than a plaid skirt and saddle shoes. But sadly, I’m stuck. I sat at my vanity mirror and combed my wet hair. I looked at my body and noticed it looked different. My tits seemed fuller and my waist smaller. My skin had a pinky glow and I accented it with a new lip gloss I slicked over my pouty lips called Baby Love. I know, puke. But I don’t usually get sappy like this. Honestly.
I just couldn’t wait to get to school and see Professor Teresi. He was the best dry hump I ever had and I wanted to kill that wife of his for coming home early and making him stop. Fucking bitch. But it wasn’t all bad because I knew by his participation that he wanted me and his wanting was all that I, well, wanted.