by Pamela Prim
“Complicated?”
He sighed, “She’s trying to help me, you know, with college and everything. It got intense last week, one thing led to another and… well, you know.”
Red groaned, “If she’s helping you then… fine, I guess.” He clapped him on the back, “Just watch your ass, alright? Both of you. People catch wind of this they’ll crucify you, and you deserve better than that.”
Mike smiled, “Thanks man, really.”
“And hey,” Red smirked, “If you guys ever need a plus one or anything then you know who to call.”
“I changed my mind, fuck you.”
***
He knocked on the doorframe before he entered, “Catherine?”
She turned from the window she was looking out of, smiling and walking over, “Mike! I’m glad you’re here, come in.” She took his hand and pulled him in, locking the door behind them. She walked him over to a desk and he sat down.
“So…” He began slowly, “What did you want to talk about?”
She beamed, “It’s very good news!” She reached over and squeezed his hand, “I convinced the board to let you take makeup exams after the football season ends.”
His jaw went slack, “You what? I didn’t know you could do that!”
She nodded happily, “It was quite easy, all I had to do was bring up the role you play on that football field, as well as some of the difficulties you’ve been facing, and they agreed that you deserved a fair shot.” She pulled him in and placed a slow kiss on his lips. Pulling back, she rested her forehead on his, “I’ve said it before, you are a brilliant young man, now is your chance to finally prove it.”
He dragged her in for another kiss, his tongue plunging desperately into her mouth, almost fighting with hers in their passion. By the time they pulled back, both were breathless and tears were streaming down his face, “God, I… I don’t even know what to say.” He looked at her desperately, “Please, what can I do to repay you.”
She smirked and kissed the tip of his nose, leaning back against her desk, “I think you already know the answer to that.” Slowly, without breaking eye contact, she spread her legs, her womanhood fully exposed to him.
He looked at her wide eyed, switching his view from her to the door, “Here?”
She crooked her finger, “Here.”
“I don’t… We… I…” He looked down, catching another look at what was waiting for him, “Oh, fuck it.”
He stepped over, dropping to his knees in front of her. He gazed almost reverently at his prize, tracing a finger up her seam. He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against her clit and giving one long, firm lick from bottom to top. She whimpered on top of him, biting down on her knuckle to muffle her voice. Emboldened, he pressed on, his tongue probing her entrance and his fingers delicately rubbing at her clit. In contrast to her treatment of his cock the previous week, this was slow, exploratory; there would be time for fast and rough later. Fittingly enough, he was taking this as a learning experience.
He spread her lips, tracing letters into her depths with his tongue and nuzzling further in, not wanting to leave a single bit untouched by him. When he noticed she’d started shuddering, he decided the exploration was over. He took her clit in his mouth, and when he sucked hard she almost wailed. When he added two fingers, then a third, pumping them back and forth, it was almost too much. She grabbed him by his hair, pulling him roughly up to her level, his fingers still furiously diving in and out of her. She attacked his mouth with hers, her tongue lapping up every bit of her juices that she could find on his face, before growling at him and bucking her hips, “More.”
He added a fourth finger, and she almost jumped off the table, her head being thrown back and a guttural moan ripping from her throat. He pumped his fingers in and out, her legs shaking from the force of his thrusts. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, her body not even having the ability to vocalize at this point, only able to barely hold itself together under his onslaught. His thumb flicked out, rubbing circles against her clit and pressing in with the rest of his fingers. It was too much. It was not enough. It was so many things, and Catherine couldn't wrap her head around it, she could only lie there and take it, and hope that maybe she could remember it when all was said and done.
Her hair was falling loose, her skin rapidly getting slick with sweat, she was unraveling, and he hadn't even sheathed himself inside of her yet.
This just isn't fair.
She bucked her hips into him, meeting his fingers in an exchange that was sure to leave bruises the next morning, but she couldn't bring herself to care. He leaned in, running his tongue along her neck, finding a sensitive spot just where her shoulder met her neck. He sucked on the skin, leaving her breathless and moaning. When he bit down, that was the final straw, her walls clenching around his fingers hard, her entire body seizing up and staying that way for what felt like an age. Finally, her body went limp, his fingers sliding out of her easily and coming to her lips. Without even having to be asked, she took them into her mouth, her tongue running along each digit and cleaning all her fluids off them one by one.
He was hard, painfully so, and when he watched her wrap her lips around his soaking fingers he was terrified he would cum right then and there. He pulled back, his hands going to his belt, not missing the hungry look she is giving the obvious bulge in his pants. When he pulled himself free with a groan, she gasped, until then not entirely sure if she had imagined his size last time. He walked himself over, taking hold of himself at the base and letting the tip brush against her clit.
She whimpered, “Mike... Please...”
He leaned down, his teeth digging into her collarbone, “Please what? What do you want me to do?” He ground against her, his cock dragging itself slowly through her folds, “I won't know what you want unless you tell me...”
Her eyes were watering, her hips desperate to slam into his, but his hand was keeping them still, “I... I want you inside me...”
He chuckled, “Inside you?” He tapped himself against her briefly, her body twitching in response, “What part of me?”
She was going to die, this man was going to be the death of her, “God! Please! I want your cock inside me!”
Without another word, he pulled his hips back, angling himself just right. There was no gradual buildup, no exploratory strokes. He aligned himself with her entrance and slammed himself in to the hilt, her vision going white and his fingers digging into her hips. He took a moment to appreciate the feel of her around him, the way her walls squeezed on him with wanton desperation. He stared into her eyes, seeing the plea for more in them, and he was a slave to obey.
He pulled out slowly, so slowly that every inch felt like a mile, watching her eyes water and her teeth biting down on her lip. Once he was almost fully out, his head the only part remaining inside of her, he rammed himself back in, his pace furious as he pistoned in and out.
Her desk rocked back and forth on its legs, her legs wrapping around him as the room filled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, her body hyper aware of his balls slapping against the plump mass of her ass. Over and over his cock plunged into her depths with rough, nine-inch strokes, her hips now free to meet his in a furious clash, both their bodies sure to bruise but neither of them caring enough to stop.
He pushed his mouth onto hers, swallowing each of her moans and sucking down on her wonderfully plump lips. When he angled his hips just right and thrust against the spot inside her just right, she squealed adorably into his mouth, his lips turning upwards in a smile even as he continued to ravage her.
She pulled back to look him in the eye, “Please... I... I want to be on top.”
He nodded, grabbing underneath her hips and lifting her into the air, his raw strength making her even wetter than before.
She tightened her hold around his hips, his arm going out to sweep the rest of the tables contents onto the floor. He sat down with a grunt, the sudden stop making her whimper as he pushed into her even
deeper than before. Mike lay back, content to think that she knew what to do from here.
He was correct.
Catherine planted her feet on either side of him, slowly rising up and falling back down, her skirt lifted around her waist so that he could see every moment. She undid her shirt, button by button, her pace as agonizingly slow as her hip movements, content to torment him for these brief moments. Slowly, her body revealed itself to him, the skin of her beautifully tanned chest almost glowing in the afternoon light. The shirt fell to the floor, followed by her bra, her breasts heaving with every breath as she continued to bounce on his glorious dick. Slowly, as if he was approaching a work of art, he lifted his hands, taking one of her heaving globes in his palm, feeling the exquisite softness of her skin against his. She smiled at the look on his face, his jaw slack as he squeezed, yet before he could appreciate it further she shoved him downwards, his back hitting the desk as her hips once more descended on him.
While she enjoyed teasing him before, Catherine had needs herself. Just like what he was so eager to give her, she loved it rough, fast, wild, so when her hips rose and fell it was with the pace and impact of a car crash, the vibrations from their bodies meeting shaking their very bones. She leaned backwards, her hands running through her hair while Mike could only look on stunned.
“This woman, this goddess, wants me.” He thought to himself, “What the fuck did I do right?”
She dropped to her knees, his cock disappearing as deep as it could go as she ground her hips back and forth, her drenched slit leaving a trail along his body where it touched. She leaned over him, her mouth only capable of telling him the most primal things on her mind, “God, you've got an amazing cock.” She dragged her tongue along his neck, “You know just how to give it to me.”
He grabbed her ass roughly, “Why don't you bend over this desk? I'll show you exactly what I can give you.”
She grinned, her teeth gleaming, pulling herself off of his hardness, their wetness trailing along the desk underneath her. She leaned over, her back angled and her ass sticking high in the air. He stepped behind her, running his hand along her cheek, “Spread them.”
She placed both her hands on her cheeks, spreading them apart and letting him see every inch of her body. He squeezed roughly, running his fingers lightly down her crease, his fingers lightly teasing the tight pucker of her other hole. She shivered, and he chuckled, “That looks fucking amazing.” He positioned himself at her dripping entrance, “But we'll save that for another day.”
He rammed himself forward, so forcefully that the desk moved another foot, her whole body shifting and her almost shrieking in surprise and delight. Everyone always treated her like some delicate little flower, like something that if you dared to suggest taking any way other than slowly would scream and run for the hills. But not Mike, he knew what she wanted. She wanted to be given everything, she wanted to feel the results of their coupling for days afterwards, she wanted to be taken like an animal. And right now, there was no way to describe their fucking other than beastly.
He squeezed her round ass, his fingers digging in deep and kneading the soft flesh. When she grabbed his hand and looked at him in sheer lust, he knew what she wanted. He lifted his hand, bringing it down with power, but not as much as he could have. She wanted this, but he still wanted to test the waters. His palm met her behind with a light tap, her resulting groan needy and frustrated. He lifted it again, slapping it back down with a resounding crack, and all it took was her guttural moan and the tightening of her walls to know that was just right. He did it again, and again, watching the skin of her right cheek turn more and more pink.
By the fifth slap, her moans were desperate, not even bothering to muffle her voice anymore. He reached around, grabbing her face and placing two of his fingers over her lips. She took them into her mouth, sucking desperately against them, lest she alert the whole neighborhood with her cries of passion.
His thrusts started to get more erratic, shallower, and it didn't take her much to realize that he was about to cum.
She pulled back off his fingers, her hips still slamming backwards against his, “My face, I want it on my face!”
He pulled out of her sloppily, her knees slamming against the ground in her desperation to get in front of his cock. He worked his hand back and forth frantically, her face directly in front of him, her mouth open and her tongue out to catch what he could give her.
He erupted violently, his release arcing over her and hitting her forehead, draping itself over her glasses. The feeling of his cum covering her was the final step she needed, a deep groan coming out of her as her orgasm took over, the taste of his seed on her lips and down her throat making her clench her legs together and whimper.
By the time he finished, she was barely recognizable, her face dripping with his release and a giggle shaking her body. She dragged her finger across her face, collecting as much as she could and sweeping it into her mouth, swallowing the thick load with visible effort. She smirked, “There is no way that we’re stopping this when you get to college.”
He sat back on a nearby chair, the sight of her eating his cum making him go weak in the knees, “Are you kidding? No way am I giving this up.”
Chapter Three
He was speechless, he hadn’t been able to speak for the last hour, not since it had been announced. Mike expected it to be a dream, or a cruel joke, but everyone kept insisting it was real, Red even punched him in the arm when he asked him to (He insisted on a pinch but Red wanted to make sure).
The words would likely ring in his head forever, “And accepting a scholarship to the University of California, Mike Riley!” He’d walked numbly onto the stage, looking out at all the people clapping and crying for him. His mother was crying, his sister was crying, hell, even Red was crying. But when he looked over at her, he didn’t see tears, he saw a smile, he saw pride. Her eyes never left his, not even once he left the stage and took his seat.
She walked up to him after the ceremony, his mother and sister leaving for home, knowing that he, like every other student that night was planning on attending one party or another. He was standing with Red, his friend insisting that he hadn’t been crying for him when he felt her hand on his shoulder.
He turned, her smile stretching her cheeks and wrinkling the corners of her eyes, no one could fake pride that well, “Wonderful work, Mike, everyone is so proud of you.” She turned to Red, “Sorry, could you give us a minute?”
Mike stepped in, “Uhh, don’t get mad but… he knows.”
Her eyes widened in shock, her gaze flicking between the two of them, “I… I um… but…”
His friend chuckled, taking mercy on her, “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell no one.” He held his hand out, “Thanks for looking out for my guy here.”
After a moment more of shock, she took his hand, shaking it slowly, “Thank you, Red, that means a lot.”
He looked at her with complete sincerity, “Alright but seriously, do you know any other teachers who’d be down for that? ‘Cause you know, a guys getting’ desperate here…”
Mike pulled him off and shoved him away, “Alright, get out of here! Go bang a cheerleader or something!”
Red flipped him off as he walked away, laughing all the while, “Fuck you! I’ll bang two!”
He turned back sheepishly to Catherine, “I’m uhh… Sorry about him.”
She giggled, “Don’t be.” She looked across the lawn at Red, “I’m glad you have a friend like that, he really cares about you.”
“Yeah,” He smiled, “Yeah, he does.”
“So, what are you going to do now?”
“Me?” He puffed out a breath, “I suppose I should go out and celebrate. Why?” He smirked, “Do you have any ideas?”
She looked around, before leaning into his ear, “You could come back to my place and celebrate.” She licked the shell of his ear, “You could finish what you started the other week…”
He swallowed,
“Yeah… That sounds way better…”
***
The room was heavy with the scent of sex, their two bodies gyrating together in an act that had been going on for god knows how many hours. She was on her knees, her breasts pushed together and his stiff cock pushing through them, her velvety skin incredible surrounding him. She poked her tongue out, licking the head every time it pushed through, the taste of both of their cum driving her mind into even deeper depravity.
He stopped thrusting, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her up into a bruising kiss, his hand snaking around to grab a plump handful of her ass. “Get on the bed,” He growled, “Ass in the air.”
Her knees went weak, she knew what was coming, she’d been dreaming of it for weeks. She walked over, laying with her face on the sheets and her ass high in the air, her hands spreading herself wide open without having to be told.