Halloween Candy

by Jenna Rose

  Chapter Seven

  Mr. Cox

  The way she moved up my steps had me dying for her. My dick was already starting to swell back to full mast. I hadn’t even managed to get myself soft in the time that she’d been gone, and had even thought about jerking off after I sent her that e-mail—that’s how horny I was for her.

  But I’d decided to hold out for this precise reason and, as she reached the top of the steps and looked at me, just oozing sex appeal in that skimpy black dress she was wearing, I realized I’d made the right choice in waiting.

  “Baddest witch in town,” I smiled as I reached out and took her by the hand. She was warm, soft, and her touch had every muscle in my body tight and my blood on fire for her. I was like a wild animal. After fantasizing about her for so long, I finally had her and I’d be damned if I ever let her go again.

  “Thanks…” she whispered.

  Still shy, I thought with a smile. Not for long.

  I pulled her inside, closed the door behind her and locked it. She was trembling. I stroked her hand and smiled.

  “You always were my best student,” I told her. “And you may be in college now, but there are still a few things I’d like to teach you.”

  “Oh, yeah?” she replied softly. “Like…like what?”

  I pulled her close and inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with her scent. She had either a small amount of perfume on, or great smelling shampoo, but that wasn’t what had me going crazy. Her scent, creeping out from underneath that, was what had me raging for her.

  “Like how to kiss,” I told her, bringing my lips to hers. My dick twitched and my balls tightened as I slid my tongue into her mouth. Despite her nervousness, she kissed back hungrily. I could feel her inexperience, but that turned me on. I’d teach her how to do everything—teach her how to be mine. I broke our embrace and wrapped her in my arms, brought my lips to her ear.

  “Like how to stroke my cock.” I took her hand and placed it on my bulge and squeezed so she could feel just how hard and thick I was for her. I knew I had a huge load pooling in my balls, ready to give her when it was time. She gasped and looked up at me but said nothing. She didn’t have to; her eyes said it all: you’re huge!

  “Like how to suck it,” I whispered, sucking her bottom lip. She leaned in for more but I pulled back, denying her.

  “Like how to take it,” I growled, snatching her by her firm ass and thrusting against her. I grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it over her hips to expose her bare sexiness to me. Her skin was soft and I grabbed her hard, spread her open and ran a finger down her crack and under until I felt the wetness of her arousal.

  “Like how to come on it,” I said, sliding the tip of my finger inside her. She moaned and laid her head against my shoulder, giving herself over to me. “How to take my hot load inside you, down your throat, on your tits, on your pretty little face…”

  Emily writhed her body against mine. She was built like a Greek goddess. I growled and spanked her ass hard with both hands and squeezed until she yelped.

  I got down on my knees in front of her and buried my face in her pussy and inhaled. She backed away like she was nervous, but I pulled her tighter against me as her juices wet my cheeks. I flicked my tongue across her slit, just to get a taste of her, and felt my cock twitch as she let out a moan.

  “Come on, my little witch,” I whispered as I stood up. “Let’s take you upstairs and get you nice and smooth.”

  “Smooth?” she started to say, but I picked her up in my arms and carried her up the stairs and into my private bathroom attached to my bedroom. The lights were off, and I found a lighter and lit a couple of lavender candles I’d set on the sink. I leaned in like I was going to kiss her, but reached past her and turned on the shower.

  Warm water sprayed out and I stared into Emily’s gorgeous eyes. My lust for her was insatiable. No woman had ever had such power over me. It was like I was a whole new man, a boy who’d just reached puberty and was filled with hormones.

  “As much as I love that outfit on you,” I told her. “I’m going to need you to take it off now.”

  Emily hesitated. Her dress was already up over her hips, exposing the most delicate part of her body to me, but she was nervous to show me the rest.

  “Come on, princess,” I smiled as I undid the knot on the drawstring of my sweatpants and let them fall to the floor. Then, I slid my boxer briefs off and let my hard, full cock spring out. “You don’t want me to be the only one naked, do you?”

  Emily’s eyes moved to my dick and went wide.

  That’s right, I thought.

  “Do I need to help you?” I asked her.

  “No,” she whispered.

  First, she took off her witch’s hat and set it aside. Then she removed her blue wig and untwisted a hair tie to let her gorgeous almond hair fall down to her shoulders. It was a mess after being held up for the last few hours, but I absolutely loved it. She looked wild, raw, something to be tamed.

  Then she took the hem of her dress and lifted it up, all the way up over her head and tossed it aside. All that was left were her stockings and a bra.

  “All of it,” I told her. “Just like me.”

  The tiniest smile twisted in the corner of her perfect lips. She went for the stockings first—left leg, right leg, her perfect body moving like a dancer as she pulled them down and set them aside. Then she straightened up, reached behind her and unclasped her bra.

  Fuck…

  Her breasts spilled out of her cups and all I could think about was the phrase “bigger than you thought.”

  They were perfect and I started picturing my cock pressed in between them while she extended her tongue to lick the tip each time I thrust forward.

  I stared at her perfect body in the flickering glow of the candles as the warmth of the shower began to fill the room.

  “You’ve never fully shaved before?” I asked her as I looked at the little mound of hair above her glistening slit.

  Emily shook her head. “Just…trimmed a bit.”

  “Do you trust me?” I asked her as I took her hand and helped her into the shower with me. The warm water cascaded down across us, the wetness enhancing the curves of her body as she glowed before her.

  “Y—yes…” she said quietly.

  “I’m going to teach you something new, Miss Powell,” I smiled as I caressed her curves. “Something that will make what we did earlier feel even better.”

  She looked back at me with skepticism as if to say, “Is that even possible?”

  “Yes,” I nodded. “It can be. Now, let’s get started.”

  Chapter Eight

  Emily

  I felt like I’d been taken into another world. My senses were overwhelmed; the warmth of the water, the soft flickering glow of the candles, Mr. Cox’s touch…his scent.

  He smelled like a man.

  He wasn’t a high school boy or a drunk college freshman; he was a man—exactly the kind of man I wanted to give myself to.

  I was one of those girls who was comfortable being in charge of her own life. I set my own schedule, got my work done and never shied away from my responsibilities. But right then, at that moment, I was giving myself over completely to him, and it felt so right.

  His hands were strong on my waist, and his dick—

  His dick was insane. I may not have ever seen one in real life, but I didn’t have to to know that his was in the top one percent—if not more. I reached out to touch it, but he tilted his hips back and moved it out of my reach.

  “Not yet, my little witch,” he smiled. “You first.”

  “Oh, okay…” I didn’t know what else to say.

  “You’ve never shaved your pussy?”

  “No,” I admitted.

  “I’m going to teach you how,” he said.

  God, that’s so hot!

  The teacher-student fantasy, coupled with the fact that he was an older man, had me going crazy. My whole body was hot for him and I was practi
cally shaking as he turned and lifted a tiny bowl of shaving cream and a razor from the corner of the shower. It wasn’t one of those cheap ones you get at the department store; it was old school, like something you’d see in a barber shop.

  “Sit down here,” he said, pointing to a built-in seat I hadn’t noticed before. He guided me over to it and I sat down beneath him, his enormous cock just inches from my face.

  I wanted to open my mouth and swallow it—or at least try to—but I remembered what he’d told me. Me first, then him.

  I must have been shaking, because Mr. Cox looked at me and placed a calming hand on my knee.

  “You trust me, right?” he asked.

  “Y—yes.”

  “You know I’d never hurt you?”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Good,” he smiled. “Then spread your legs for me and let me see that perfect little pussy.”

  I did as I was told and opened up and put myself on full display for him as I’d done downstairs when he laid me on his table. But I wasn’t shy this time; I was excited. This was so new to me and it wasn’t awkward. So many girls at school had ended up with their first hookups being drunken encounters that went horribly wrong, and I never wanted that.

  No, this was a man who could teach me. This was a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

  He slid his hand up my thigh. I shivered and moaned, pressed my back against the cold tile wall as the warm water spilled down my front and melted as his skilled fingers pressed against my pussy.

  I arched my back, anticipating penetration, but it didn’t come. He simply held his hand firmly there as if to let me know that I was his.

  “Okay,” he said, barely letting his lips press against mine. “Here we go.”

  Chapter Nine

  Mr. Cox

  Emily’s pussy was perfect, but it was going to be mind-numbing when I was done with her. My cock stood up like a flagpole from between my legs as I knelt before her. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d ever been so hard. In fact, I don’t think I ever had been.

  Her eyes were filled with lust and submission. She was mine now and she knew it. All that was left was for me to claim her.

  I moved my hand up and gently circled her clit, causing her whole body to twist and writhe like a seductress. She whimpered like she’d done earlier when I had my tongue against her and I knew that she needed me inside her.

  Soon…

  It was next to impossible to stop myself from simply rising up on my knees and sliding my full nine inches into her and making her scream my name as her juices spilled down my shaft and coated my balls.

  But somehow I held out and I dragged my fingers back down and teased her tight little virgin hole. I wanted to make her come in every way possible, see her face twisted in orgasm again and again, hold her in my arms and feel her juicy little cunt go tight on my cock before I dumped my hot load inside her and made her mine forever.

  But it wasn’t time for that yet. I was going to bring Emily right to the edge, that moment where she was going to beg for my cock, and only then was I going to give it to her.

  “Such a pretty pussy,” I whispered as I took my shaving brush and dipped it in the cream I’d prepared before she came. Her little tuft of hair was a shade lighter than the hair on her head, and all it took was a couple of brushes to lather it up.

  Emily moaned as the brush touched her and I grasped her thigh with my other hand and held her tight. I set the brush aside and took up the razor.

  “Keep very still, princess,” I told her. “And relax.”

  Emily took a deep breath, causing her bountiful chest to heave, and then released it. I took the razor and gently began to work it across her skin. Emily watched as I rinsed the blade and repeated the process as her sweet pussy slowly became bare. I groaned as I brushed my hands across the soft skin where her little tuft of hair had once been and the full beauty of her pussy was revealed to me.

  I set the razor aside and looked up at her.

  “Perfect,” I said. Her eyes filled with pride and she leaned close.

  “That was so hot,” she whispered. “I—I feel different now.”

  “It’s sexy,” I told her. “And it will feel better now.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, princess,” I replied as I got up on my knees in front of her. Taking my cock by the base, I pressed my swollen crown against the skin I’d just made bare. She twisted against me, pressed back like she wanted me inside her, but I wasn’t done teasing her.

  A growl slid from my lips as I pressed my tip against her clit and rubbed from side to side.

  “Oh!” she gasped, grabbing my shoulder with her hand. Her little pink clit was hard against my dick and her little lips grabbed at me like she was trying to pull me inside.

  “That feels incredible…” she whispered.

  “I was right, wasn’t I?”

  “Yes!” she moaned as she lowered her hips, begging for insertion.

  “But that’s just the beginning,” I told her. “I have so much more to teach you.”

  I got to my feet and presented my hard cock to her. She opened willingly and leaned forward to take me into her mouth, but again I turned away, denying her.

  “Stand up,” I told her. She looked at me like I’d just stolen her Halloween candy from her, so I reached out and stroked the soft skin beneath her chin. “Stand up, princess.”

  She did, and I pulled her to my side beneath the water. Her plump breasts pressed against my strong arm and I took her right hand and guided it to my cock.

  “Like this,” I told her as I positioned her fingers around my thick shaft. My girth was too much for her little hands and her fingers couldn’t even touch. “Up and down. Nice and slow.”

  “Slow?” she asked, sounding surprised. “I thought guys liked it fast…”

  “Sometimes we do, princess. But right now, I’m so fucking hot for you, that I don’t want to bust before I get inside you.”

  Her eyes lit up and she pressed her cheek against mine as she started stroking me. She was going slow, but I was already right on the edge. I’d been teasing her but teasing myself at the same time.

  “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to hold out, princess,” I told her. “Do you want to see me come?”

  “Yes!” she answered instantly.

  “Okay,” I told her as I wrapped a hand around her and cupped her ass, letting my fingertips brush against her dripping hole. “Just keep doing that and I will.”

  “Where…where do you want it?” she asked.

  Her question surprised me. She was innocent, a virgin, and she was asking me where I wanted to come?

  “I—I just want to please you,” she said.

  “Where do you want it, princess?” I asked, feeling myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

  “My…my…”

  “Your pussy?” I asked. “You want me to come on your pussy?”

  Emily just nodded and bit her lip as she looked at me. I slid a finger inside her, causing her back to arch against me. Desire swelled inside me like never before and my orgasm came barreling down the tracks like an out-of-control freight train.

  “Keep stroking my dick, princess,” I groaned. I crushed my lips against hers and slid my tongue into her mouth. She moved faster and I pressed another finger into her tight hole.

  God, I can’t wait…

  “I’m coming,” I groaned. On her own, Emily aimed my cock at her clit and we both looked down as a thick, pearly white stream of cum sprayed out onto her.

  “Oh, shit!” she gasped.

  “Fuck!” I growled, gripping her ass hard and sliding my fingers deep inside her. She jerked me as rope after rope of my hot load shot out of me and covered her freshly shaven slit, dripping down her lips and eager slit. “Mmmm, fuck, baby. That’s hot.”

  “So hot…” she whispered, almost in awe as I kept coming.

  “Slow now,” I told her. Instantly she backed off as I started to c
ome down. “Squeeze it. Get the last drops.”

  She did—milked the last of my load out of me and right onto her clit that was now completely on display for me.

  I reached out with my middle finger and gently began to caress it, rubbing my load across it and causing her to press her body hard against mine. I bent down slightly and slid my cock between her legs, brushed against her hole and spread my juices all over her. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever done.

  “God, that feels amazing…” she whispered.

  “You’re damn right it does,” I replied. “But we’re only getting started, princess. I still have much more to teach you.”

  Chapter Ten

  Emily

  My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears. My pussy was dripping with Mr. Cox’s enormous load and I was so on fire for him that I didn’t even know what to do with myself.

  His powerful hands gripped my ass and his fingers played in my pussy, causing me to grind against him like we were slow dancing at prom.

  The shower was hot, but he was hotter—hotter than any other man on Earth. But beyond that, he had my trust. I felt completely safe around him, like the rest of the world outside the room simply didn’t exist.

  And what was more; I was ready to give myself to him.

  It was a huge decision in any girl’s life, and one I’d thought long and hard about, but with Mr. Cox, it wasn’t even a question. He was going to be the one to take my virginity.

  “Your pussy looks so hot covered in my cum,” he growled as he worked his cock between my thighs.

  His dick was huge and I wasn’t even sure if I could take it. All I knew was I needed it inside me now. The tease was so insane that I was like an overfilled balloon about to burst, a guitar string being stretched beyond its limit.

  “Let’s take this somewhere else,” he said as he shut off the water. I simply stood there looking up at his piercing eyes as he reached behind him, took a towel, wrapped it around us and dried us off.