by Jolene Avonn
“Fuck you!” Mae shouted her answer when the cock momentarily slipped from her mouth. “Fuck you, let me come!”
Then another one, this one wider and shorter and butting hard up against the back of her throat. Mae raged against it, sucking and thrashing the shaft with her tongue. The hand was pulling slowly out of her pussy, gradually, stretching her cunt like a tensing sheath, and she didn’t want to let it go.
Mouths found her nipples and sucked hard. Mae groaned around a cock, louder once the hand down below finally slipped free. They left her pussy alone for a few minutes, undoubtedly to let her back away from a climax. Mae wasn’t even paying attention. She took a rotating series of cocks until she lost track of which was which – long and thin, short and squat, huge, average – they all took a place in her mouth and then cycled away, over and over.
Then, as Mae’s face and blindfold dripped with sweat and spit and tiny trails of the men’s pre-cum, the men stepped back as if commanded. One second, their heat and musk consumed her, the next second they were gone.
The table shifted, and Mae sensed a presence above. Two strong thighs pressed against the insides of her own.
Here it comes.
A cluster of hands held Mae tight to the table, steadying her head and pushing her breasts up like they were a prize for whoever was about to fuck her. A cock pressed at her soaked entrance, hovered there, sliding deliciously up and down against her lips, and then slammed home hard enough to make the table jump.
Mae froze in a soundless cry, stunned by the power of the man’s first descent. His mouth found her upturned tits and bit hard on her nipples as he began to fuck her with fierce determination. Mae’s head bounced off the pillow as the man worked his hips. His cock plunged deep, like it was burrowing into her gut, and Mae struggled to breath. The other men held her down and there, again, another cock at her mouth. In it went, and Mae was filled at both ends – the man on top slamming her hard up the table, the man there sending her back down with a firm thrust to her throat.
Mae slowly lost focus and consciousness. The music had reached a feverish pitch. She breathed in uneven gasps around the newly rotating cycle of cocks she sucked greedily and willingly. She was dizzy. Her body felt detached, like it belonged to someone else.
It belongs to Teacher.
Where was he? Was he the one pummeling her from above? She could only hope.
The men rotated once more, another taking the top spot and sending his cock into her depths. Some of them jackhammered like mad, others ground into her like they were taking their time – barely pulling out, instead favoring a maddening rotation of the hips that ground their cock into every tiny fold of her dripping depths.
Mae felt the tremors. Oh, she felt them. A tiny spasm flared in her tightest inner walls and she began to panic. She chocked once, fighting for air, and spit out the cock in her throat.
“Nooooo no no,” she groaned. “Please, not now. Save me for Teacher.”
She knew he couldn’t have been part of this. He was waiting. Testing her.
The man on top began to twitch and fuck Mae harder. She realized he was close. She bit down on her tongue and banished her own climax to somewhere far in the distance. The man pulled out and came on her stomach and chest, hot streams of cum dropping down on her like rain. The man in her mouth seized and then came, holding her upside-down head steady while he kept his tip right at her lips and shot streams of heat against her throat and along her cheeks. This triggered the whole group, and a man who’d leapt on top to fuck her more lasted only a few strokes before adding his seed to the cooling liquid between her breasts. Another, then another, came in her mouth.
You’ll be with more lovers than ever.
Mae worked hard to service the men while keeping Teacher’s words clearly at the front of her mind. She was doing it for him – imagining him standing to the side and nodding in approval as she sucked and fucked every one of his accomplices dry. She swallowed what she could, but the men were too fast and furious to manage. They covered her face, chest, and belly with cum and gradually faded away, leaving Mae drenched and panting on the table.
The music slowly changed into a quiet whisper. Mae heard her pulse again, thumping in her ears as she regained her breath.
“Teacher, please,” she said. “Please make me your pupil.”
Nobody touched her. The sticky liquid on her body cooled, sending a wave of goosebumps up and down her arms. All Mae could think about was Teacher – where was he?
She waited and waited, comforted only by the quiet music.
Tears gathered. Pure frustration. What had she done wrong? Did Teacher leave her there to be discovered by a night class, or someone on the cleaning crew? To be further humiliated?
Something warm draped over her right leg. Warm and moist. A washcloth, held by a powerful hand. It moved slowly, covering her legs and sex with heat. Disappeared. Reappeared newly freshened and hot, sounds of dripping water trailing behind. Covered her abdomen and belly and wiped her clean. Caressed her breasts and aching nipples. Gently dabbed her cheeks. Her mouth. Her neck. Her forehead.
Mae knew it was him. He carefully and lovingly cleaned her body.
“Teacher,” she whispered when he leaned close. She inhaled and melted in pleasure, swept away by the vanilla undertones of his cologne.
Eventually the music stopped. The headphones were lifted and removed. The room was quiet except for the ticking of a nearby clock and Teacher’s soft footsteps.
Teacher loosened and removed Mae’s blindfold, but held his hand over her eyes.
“Careful,” he said. “The room is still bright.”
He slowly removed his hand.
Mae opened her eyes and blinked hard against the fluorescence. Teacher came into view at her right side. He smiled briefly.
“You have done very well, Mae.”
“Thank you, Teacher.” Mae’s voice was hoarse and sounded like someone else’s. She noticed that Teacher had stripped down to just his pinstriped boxers, which showed his apparent interest in the night’s proceedings.
“I’m going to untie you now, Mae. Then I’m going to sit down over there and you will come to me and I will give you what you’ve desired for so long.”
Teacher slowly unbound her arms and legs, and while she rubbed her wrists and sat up, he took a seat on a simple wooden chair near the lectern. He’d dropped his boxers. He was completely naked. His chest and abs were chiseled, covered with dark hair that dwindled into a trail past his navel. The trial led to his cock, long and thick, surging to attention under slow strokes of Teacher’s hand.
Finally.
Mae knew exactly what to do. She slid off the table and waited for her legs to stop shaking. She crouched down and found her collar and leash, snapping the collar around her neck before dropping to all fours on the lecture hall’s cold linoleum.
With the leash trailing underneath, Mae crawled slowly toward Teacher. She swayed slightly. She wanted him to watch. To wait. She rolled her hips and let a soft “C” form in the curve of her back. Her breasts, swollen from the whipping and squeezing before, hung below like full pillowy globes.
Mae held Teacher’s intent gaze and eased toward him, stopping at his knees and handing him her leash.
“I’m yours, Teacher,” she whispered.
Teacher accepted the leash and smiled down at Mae.
“Very good, Mae,” he said softly. “You may touch Teacher’s cock now. You have earned your reward.”
Mae returned his smile and reached forward to wrap her fingers around the base of his member. He was warm. The layer of hair on his abdomen was coarse. His skin was like the softest, smoothest velvet. Mae circled her fingers and began to slide up and down his shaft. Teacher was already firm, but he stiffened even more as her small hand began to tease and pull from base to tip. She leaned further in, bracing herself with a hand on Teacher’s wide thigh, and let her breasts brush over his legs while continuing to work up and down his cock with a tig
htening grip.
Teacher tilted his head back in pleasure. Mae let her eyes drift over his broad chest. She bent down and kissed along his stomach, slipping her tongue into his navel and tracing the grooves of his taut belly, lapping at the fresh sweet-salty sweat glistening on his skin. Always working his cock with a steady rhythm, never stopping, even as she pressed her lips to the trembling spot just above his shaft.
Mae looked up at Teacher. “May I...put it in my mouth, Teacher?”
He looked down and blinked twice, half-dazed. “Yes.”
Mae tilted his cock toward her mouth and slowly took the tip between her lips, proceeding slowly so she could enjoy every bit of his length. She left her tongue slack along her bottom lip and slowly slid him inside, pulsing against the bottom of his cock as it moved along. The wide head brushed her cheeks and nudged into her throat. Mae pushed on, lowering herself until her lips inched toward Teacher’s throbbing base. She pulled up for air and descended again, faster this time, making wet noises as his cock stroked along her lips and cheeks and flooded her with a full, thick warmth.
Now Mae moved up and down with something close to abandon. Teacher tasted wonderful. His heat and scent were intoxicating. His wet cock slid easily between her lips and her entire body buzzed with pleasure. She wanted him. All of him. She bobbed up and down on his cock until he grunted, the vibration passing from his phallus through her throat and into her core. Mae had both hands on his thighs now. The leverage let her push down harder – it was her mission to take him completely. She’d never deep-throated a man before. Never even close. But Teacher was different. He wasn’t any man. Even as she neared the point of choking, Mae pressed on, triumphant only when her trembling lips finally met his abdomen and her throat closed tight around his cock.
“Ohhhhhhh,” Teacher groaned, holding Mae’s head gently and stroking her hair.
Mae was filled with the joy of pleasing her mentor. Her pussy surged with a new round of wetness, like the gushing sensation when she’d been fisted. An urgent, blinding thrill between her legs brought on by the thick member lodged in her throat. She held him there until she was dizzy, then lifted up for air before taking him deep again. She lost herself to the lusty work of sucking Teacher, to the point that he soon had to tighten his hold on her head and push her off.
“Not yet, not yet,” he said. “I want to be inside you, Mae. Take me inside.”
Mae leaned back and wiped her forearm quickly over her mouth.
“Yes, sir,” she said, trying to contain her eagerness.
Mae climbed on to Teacher’s lap. He slid his hands under her breasts, cupping her and holding her steady as she lowered her pussy to his waiting cock. She arched back at the last second, sliding down with Teacher’s length slipping between her wet and ready lips.
“You’re learning fast,” Teacher said in halting gasps.
Mae enjoyed each and every tremor in his body – his squeezing hands, twitching thighs, and the throbs of desire in his cock as she worked her slick outer lips up and down his shaft. It thrilled her, too, as his girth was considerable enough to part her and compress her clit as she descended.
Finally, unable to hold off any longer, Mae raised herself, paused, and lowered down on Teacher’s cock. She moved in one slow motion, dropping to his thighs and holding herself there as both sucked in their breath and went completely still.
The sensation was completely overwhelming. Mae’s pussy adjusted to Teacher’s girth, even as she pressed tightly against him. It was like his cock pressed into new and deeper folds, into her tightest parts, and she was unfolding for him. Opening to him. She squeezed her eyes shut in concentration, wanting to remember every second of their first time.
Teacher sighed as Mae placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned back. He finally moved, cupping her breasts and squeezing until her nipples pushed out in tiny peaks. He bent to kiss one, then the other, pulling back with his lips clamped down, lavishing her areola with broad swaths of his tongue.
Mae writhed her hips in tiny circles, as if moving around Teacher’s cock somehow, working her pussy against him until she was sure he was completely inside. Teacher slid his hands up and framed her face. Their eyes met. He pulled her down into a kiss that made Mae’s entire core throb in pleasure. His lips were full and soft, his tongue surprisingly coy, flicking along hers once before their mouths opened for a more penetrating second effort. Mae went limp as Teacher kissed her and began a single upward thrust. Her breasts compressed against his chest and he was so warm that she gasped into his mouth. He pushed up harder, sending her up off his lap. Again, a thrust. Again. Again. Teacher began fucking Mae harder and harder. He never released her from the kiss. His tongue probed aggressively now, his lips pulling desperately at hers. Mae wrapped her arms around Teacher’s shoulders and pulled herself even higher off his lap. She timed her descent with his hard surge, and when they met with a wet smack of flesh they moaned in unison.
Mae rose again and again, dropping down each time for another hard dose of Teacher’s cock. Some of the thrusts took her breath away. She jerked her face free and sucked in cool air. The lecture hall was darkened except for a solitary light above them, as if they were on stage for an intimate show. Teacher paid no mind to the broken kiss. He continued fucking her with increasingly frantic thrusts, tugging her leash to pull her down on his rising cock. Mae tilted forward to rest her head on his shoulder and neck, her body suddenly overcome with a tidal wave of pleasure. The release was devastating. She began to cry silently against Teacher. The joy coursing through her body was too much to bear. She felt her pussy clenching and spasming of its own accord – not a climax, but close. The warning signs. The tremors.
“Teacher,” she begged, whispering into his ear. “Please let me come.”
Teacher didn’t answer. He reached down to his right, still bringing his hips hard into Mae, and pulled something up and over her ass.
“Soon,” he grunted.
He slid an object between her cheeks, down until something cool and firm brushed along the union of her pulsing pussy and his rock hard member. He twisted and curved the object until it grew slippery with their combined juices. As he did so, Mae felt a tiny little slap of leather on her inner thigh.
It was the whip. More precisely, the phallic handle.
“Teacher?” Mae said.
His response: pressing the head of the phallus against her ass and slowly pushing it inside, timed perfectly with another thrust of his cock.
Mae screamed in pleasure. She bit down on Teacher’s shoulder out of shock and preternatural delight. She’d never succumbed to anything like the surprising double penetration. Teacher methodically worked the handle deep into her ass, twisting it, pulling back and pushing again and again, until Mae knew it was as far inside her tightest entrance as possible.
Then, as Mae discovered the new sensation of Teacher’s wide cock in her pussy pressing through her inner walls and against the ridged presence in her ass, he gripped just above her hips and began to fuck in earnest.
“Now. You. Can. Come. Mae,” he grunted, each word punctuated by a full-length pounding.
Mae’s head bounced helplessly against Teacher’s chest and neck. She scratched and gnawed at him, completely consumed. The internal tremors turned into earthquakes, rocking her lower body until she convulsed and bent and writhed and contorted. She lost control of her legs, bucking wildly on Teacher’s cock until finally, after so much waiting, she let herself leap blissfully over the edge and tumble into a raging river of pure bliss. Teacher slowed his thrusts and ground against her, his cock nice and deep, as she spasmed around him and wept against his chest.
“Ohhhhhh God,” Mae moaned. “Ohhhh Teacher.”
Teacher held her, wrapping her leash around his hand and pulling her tight, and repeated again and again, “Good girl, let it all out. Good girl.”
Mae clung to him, curling and wriggling her hips until her creamy wetness coated his thighs. The frayed leather end of
the whip dangled between her legs, brushing them both. Her pussy surged with spasming heat, making her lower body tremble uncontrollably. Her sobs surged out until she could hardly breathe. Mae was no longer a person – she was a writhing, moaning center of carnal release.
When she had the strength to push away from Teacher’s chest, he smiled.
“Thank you, Mae,” he said. “I wanted so desperately to feel you come. I had to know what it would be like, and it was everything I expected. And more.”
Mae thought she was dreaming. The entire scene seemed foggy, clouded by the enormous flood of endorphins now sedating her body. She didn’t know what to say.
“Do you – ” she stammered, “want to?”
“Very much so,” he said.
Teacher was still rock-hard and tense. He wrapped his arms around Mae and stood, hefting her as if she weighed nothing. She clung to him, legs around his hips, and let out small gasps as he walked them toward a nearby wall. The whip handle remained tight in her ass.
When Mae’s back hit the chilly cement she yelped. Teacher didn’t notice. His eyes were fierce now, his visage transformed by the hard determination of a man guided by his deepest urges. He mashed Mae against the wall and began to thrust in and up, ramming his cock deep with hard grunts. He reached behind her and pulled on her hair, jerking her head back, and Mae’s eyes widened in surprise. Her tits bounced wildly as Teacher fucked her against the wall. Gone was the gentleness. Gone was the control. Mae spread her legs wide, pinned by Teacher’s weight, and took the pounding like it might be her last.
The room was filled with only one noise – Teacher’s and Mae’s bodies slamming together. Mae was quiet, lost in a private moment of pure submission, giving her body to the large man and awaiting his final explosion. Teacher was quiet, too, determined and spasmodic as his hips and thighs flexed harder and harder. Mae bounced up and back against the wall, her leash leaping around her like a snake. Teacher’s cock pounded deep. He yelled once, “Mae!” and then shouted. His pace quickened until everything was a wet, noisy blur. Mae lost control of herself – the whip slid loose and clattered to the floor as she tried to squeeze back against Teacher’s member. She wanted to wring him, grip him like a tight fist, to milk him dry.