by Tommy Twist
We got a room at the Hilton near University of Michigan. It was large and beautifully decorated, but even more beautiful was seeing Vivian in her element.
It was clear that she was more comfortable in the hilly city of Ann Arbor than she had ever been in Bell Bend, and everywhere we went she waved to a diverse group of friends and acquaintances, telling me how she met Joe at school or Trish at a nearby farm where she buys her eggs and milk.
Ann Arbor itself was a diverse place, with faces of many colors and stores catering to all ethnicities.
“What do you think?” She asked as we walked down the road our hotel was on. She glanced into the window of a chocolatier, where a huge chocolate rabbit was staring at us.
I thought for a moment, looking around me. Even though it was a large city, the streets weren't crowded. The only smells were of good food wafting from restaurants. There were pubs and bars, more than I could visit in two weeks. “I love it,” I said finally, smiling wide. “It's an interesting place.”
“I thought so, too! When I first moved here, it was really terrifying, but Ann Arbor is so charming. The houses are expensive but they're so cute. It's always been a dream of mine to have a house close enough to walk into the city.”
She pointed at the string of houses behind the line of businesses. They were thin and tall, and all different colors. In front of one, a group of teenage boys played football.
We continued on our walk until we came across an old man. He came out from a building holding a sign that, once he put it on the window, we saw read For Sale. Looking up, I read the name of the building. Power Gym.
My heart stopped then and there. “Excuse me, sir?” I said, stepping towards the man who turned to look up at me. His hair was gray but he was probably only about 50, maybe 60 years old.
“Yes, son?”
“Uh, sorry to bother you.” I stuck my hand out. “My name is Brant. I was wondering why you were putting your gym up for sale?”
The sadness in his eyes even broke my heart. “I just can't afford it anymore. My wife died of cancer left year. We tried to fight it, and I have the bills to show for it.”
It was so clear to me. There was a door in front of me that I had never noticed before, and it was suddenly opened. “Viv,” I said, turning around to face her. She looked confused. “Stay here while I talk to this man for a moment.”
“My name is David,” he said.
I nodded. “David, could I speak with you inside?”
He led me into the building. “I'm interested in buying your gym, for full price. And I'd also like to keep you on as co-owner, because I don't know how to run a business.”
He raised his thick eyebrows at me. “Are you sure about that, son?”
“Yes. I am. I'm a former MMA fighter and my girlfriend is pregnant. I'm looking for a way to use my talents without smashing in faces.”
David considered me for a few moments, and for a second I thought he might refuse me, but then he nodded. “I suppose I'd rather have someone like you buy it. And you're sure you want to keep me on?”
“Absolutely. I think if we work together, we could make this a very profitable business.”
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“What was that all about?” I asked him. He came out of the building grinning, shaking David's hand.
“I just bought this place,” he answered with a grin.
I didn't know what to say. I just squeaked out a “What?”
“Yeah. I don't know, it just felt like fate. I saw David and I just knew, I knew that we took this walk for a reason. This is what I'm going to do, Viv.” He took me by the shoulders. He was so happy. “I'm going to run a gym, and teach others how to fight. There are a lot of kids around here that could use a gym that caters to them while still being serious, and I'm keeping David on to help me figure it all out. Everyone wins.”
Seeing him so excited, so happy, made my heart swell. “That's awesome!” I chirped, leaping into his arms for a hug. “I'm so proud of you!”
“Do you think we can make this work?” He asked. David waved to us as he left.
I nodded. “I do. I know we can. Now we just have to clean out my mom's house and get it up on the market. Plus, we need to find someplace nearby.”
“I'll still have plenty of money left after I buy and refurnish this gym. About half, actually. So let's enjoy our week here, and we can look at apartments, too.”
I nodded, taking his hand. We walked close to one another, just enjoying the cool night air. Everything was falling into place. I was with the man I was meant to be with, and he was putting his life back together.
All we needed to do was to work hard.
As we returned to our hotel room, I was feeling giddy and excited. “We're going to have an awesome life,” I said, more to myself than to Brant.
He swept me up into his arms and kissed me hard. “Yes we are,” he answered, kissing me again. I stepped away from him and admired the hard, sharp lines of his muscular body. His thick legs, his strong arms. All of that was mine.
Brant leaned in, looking down at me like a wolf looks at a hare. I stopped breathing, for just a second.
I closed my eyes. He tipped my head up, slowly, running his fingers down my neck. I shivered, easing closer to his hot body. Brant's tongue flicked between my lips, prodding me to open my mouth. He invaded it, his sweet saliva mixing with mine.
He picked me up in his powerful arms, laying me out on the couch. Touching his forehead to mine for just a second, he looked into my eyes. “Let's have some fun.”
I nodded with a gulp, my body still tense. His long fingers popped the buttons of my blouse, one by one. Leaning forward, his lips explored my neck. Teeth dug into my skin, making me gasp and grab hold of Brant.
Pushing my shirt aside, he revealed my bra. Black and lacy, with a clasp on the front hidden by a bow. He took each side and slowly undid it with ease. The cups were slowly peeled away from my breasts until both of my pink nipples were unveiled.
He drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, making me moan. I reached down, rubbing his cock through his pants. He was already hard, and huge! Working to push his pants down, I finally got my hand around his cock. Every time I touched it, it seemed bigger than before.
I rubbed up and down the shaft, amazed that it fit inside of me. It grew even larger and harder. I was practically salivating as I pulled him closer to me, making his mouth leave my breast. I licked the tip of his cock and enjoyed his moan. Then I took the whole thing down my throat.
“Oh, God,” he moaned, his hand on my head. “You're fucking good at this.”
Smiling around his cock, I bobbed my head and sucked hard. I went so deep that I ended up gagging on him, which turned me on. I did it again before pulling away.
“God, I was so close.” Then he grinned down at me. “but that's now how I want to cum, anyway.”
I realized how fucking hot it was for him to cum in me. There wasn't any danger anymore, I was already knocked up, but I wanted his seed inside of me. I wanted him to fill my womb.
“Stand up,” he said.
Feeling like a dirty whore and absolutely loving it, I did as I was told. I bent over the couch, spreading my legs and looking back. “You want me like this? With my ass up?” I arched my back, presenting my pussy to Brant. It was so dirty but so sexy.
Reaching below myself, I spread my pussy and bit my bottom lip to muffle a groan of pleasure.
Brant's eyebrows shot up. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. Rubbing his cock against my pussy lips, he made me arch my back more. I wanted to desperately to be filled by him.
His hot skin pressed against my clit. I pushed against him, wanting to feel more of him, to experience more of his pleasure.
Just when things started to feel really good, Brant pulled away. I whimpered with disappointment, wiggling my butt and looking back at him. Grinning, he pressed himself against my hold and prepared to enter me.
Though I was afraid it might hurt, I wa
s more excited and desperate to finally have him inside of me. Brant looked down at me, rubbing my ass cheek gently. He pressed into me, not too rough. Just right.
The feeling inside of me was indescribable. Like off of my nerves with shivering. My fingers clenched and my toes curled at the fullness, the aching pleasure and pain.
Pulling out, Chet pounded back into my cunt with loud grunts. His nails dug into my hips, forcing me back and forth onto him. He hit my cervix, but it didn't hurt. It felt amazing. I wanted him so bad, and I needed him to cum in me.
I cried out as he bottomed out on me again. Brant let out a stream of curse words as he fucked me harder, faster. He held me so tight that I wouldn't be able to get away even if I wanted to.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, lowing my head and letting my wobbly elbows collapse under me. With my face buried into the couch, I let Chet do whatever he wanted to do to me. With a few final, brutal pushes he finally came deep within me.
I could feel the heat of his cum, the pulsating twitches of his spent member. I didn't want it to end. When he pulled out, I couldn't help but pout. My own orgasms came to a rolling end, and a soft bliss overtook the sharp ecstasy.
Brant let me go, and we both collapsed onto the floor. He looked at me with adoring eyes and a lopsided smile.
“We're going to raise some gorgeous, bad ass babies,” he said.
“Yeah, we are.”
College Coed's Professor
Teacher Erotica
Dalia Daudelin
I'm not exactly sure what I was thinking when I invited Mr. Schmidt over. I'm not that kind of girl, and I definitely didn't need the improve my A grade. Even I was a bit surprised when I allowed him to slip his hand under my shirt and play with my nipples.
I cooed into the man's ear and stuck my tongue down his throat. I had every intention of losing my virginity to my professor, right then and there.
I'm 18 now, after all, and in college. Staying a virgin doesn't make sense, especially with all my friends pressuring me into sleeping with their friends. But I don't like boys my age. I like men, men like Mr. Schmidt, with gray hair and slightly weathered faces, who are smart and have rough voices.
Mr. Schmidt is my favorite teacher, he always makes Astronomy so much more fun than it could have been. He teases me in class and flirts with me when I came to him for help. When he slipped his hand under my skirt the first time, I thought I was in heaven. I felt so naughty at first, daydreaming about this older man.
In classes, my mind would drift to thoughts of his tongue in my slit, his mouth against mine as he fingers me. I'm still a virgin, but I so desperately burn for this man.
Even thinking about him now turns me on a bit. If I were a different girl, a more experienced girl, maybe I wouldn't be letting him touch me like this. But I am who I am, and I am loving this older man pinching my nipples. All I can pay attention to is the tingling between my legs as this older man pinches my pink nipples and sucks on my bottom lip. I am full of desire and lust for this man.
Maybe it's because my dad was rarely home that I've gained this fetish for older men. That's certainly possibly. But right now, as Mr. Schmidt's warm fingers trail a circle around my belly button, and I can think of is the fantasies I've had about this teacher. I've imagined Mr. Schmidt sucking on my nipples as I massaged my own clit, pretending it was his warm hand doing so. I never thought such a thing would ever happen, but I still yearned for it.
That's why I asked him to join me for dinner. That's why I sat on his lap and teased him until finally, he gave in. Finally, he touched me like a woman, instead of a student.
Mr. Schmidt's mouth comes down to my neck and bites it gently, his hand slipping out from under my shirt and onto my thigh. Every bit of my skin he touches, burns with lust for him. I wrap my hands around Mr. Schmidt's neck, kissing him deeply. But then, suddenly, I am shy. I blush and sit up, pushing him away.
“What's wrong?” His manly voice sounds so tender, so caring. I blush even harder, wrapping my arms around my body. I shiver and feel ashamed of myself.
“I'm a virgin,” I tell him. Of course he didn't know. His eyebrows shoot up his forehead, his interest in me intensified.
“I see. So you need me to go slow?” He asks, his voice slightly teasing. I feel ashamed of my inexperience. I just nod and frown. Of course I need him to go slow.
He pulls me in close for a big hug, a fatherly embrace made odd by his erection straining against his pants. I nuzzle my head into his shoulder, breathing in his cologne. Looking up into his eyes, I admire the flecks of silver in his eyebrows and on his temples. “It's okay, Amanda. I'll show you everything you need to know, and we'll take it at your pace. If you need to stop, just let me know.”
The tenderness of his voice and the kindness of his thoughts makes my heart melt. I'm glad I chose him to be my first.
An older man will treat me well and teach me what I need to learn like some stupid frat boy never could. I've had a few men my age take me on dates and try to sleep with me, thinking they're smooth for slipping their hand down my shirt while their arms are around me. I've even given one man a hand job before, but it was not the kind of experience I wanted for my first time.
Suddenly, in the middle of my thoughts, I feel his hands on my shoulders, pulling me into a passionate kiss with him.
I sink into the kiss at first, enjoying the warmth of his mouth against my own, but as his tongue slips between my lips, I try to push away out of shock. I scream against his mouth and push against his chest until he finally lets up, a pained look on his face that makes me regret pushing him away.
I stare at him, and he stares at me. Something wild is in his eyes, something passionate and more crazed than I've ever seen him. I stare for only a few seconds before his wildness is transferred to me, and I find myself straddling my professor suddenly, pressing my lips against his. I bite his bottom lip and stick my tongue down my throat.
I run my hands through Mr. Schmidt's black hair and a little thrill shivers through me as I hear him moan.
His large hands grab my ass cheeks from beneath my short skirt, squeezing them roughly as I press my thin body against him. We kiss for what seems like hours, my tongue never leaving his mouth, wrestling with his.
He sucks on my lips, making them red and throbbing. His mouth moves to my neck, which he sucks roughly, leaving marks that no other man has ever been allowed to leave on my skin. I feel the bruises before they start to darken on my throat as my professor moves down. Little hickeys dance down my neck and around my collar bone, going back up to the other side.
He nibbles on my ear lobe. One of his hands slips up my shirt and pushes my bra up. His fingers squeeze around my hard nipples. This is better than any of the fantasies I ever had about him. I want him, I need him now. He makes me feel like a grown woman, instead of a little girl.
The scent of his cologne makes my head swim as he pinches and rubs my nipples. He smells so manly. He pulls up my shirt to expose my upper body, quickly undoing my bra as well and slipping that off. My shirt and bra are thrown onto the floor without another thought from him.
Mr. Schmidt grabs me around my back and pulls me close, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. Oh, what a heavenly feeling! I've never experienced this before, his hot wet mouth around my swollen and excited nub.
His tongue swirls around the areola and flicks against the nipple, driving me wild. I grip onto his shirt and lean back a bit, enjoying the odd and exciting sensation. He alternates between sucking on my stiff nub and gently biting it, sending strange shocks through my body and forcing a moan out of me.
He uses his right hand to hold me as his left slips up under my skirt. “Oh, what's this now? No panties?” He says, raising his eyebrows at me. My face flushes and I smile shyly. “What a surprise, you are a little slutty, aren't you?”
He chuckles, his deep voice intoxicating me more than any amount of alcohol ever has. I blush and smile, giggling slightly. I like feeling like this, feeli
ng slutty, like I need this man's big cock in my pussy. I could get used to this. I don't feel ashamed at all anymore.
“Mmf,” is the only reply I can muster as I bite my lower lip. His finger roughly pushes into my slit and against my clitoris, slowly rubbing up and down the cleft. I can feel my pussy juices slicking up his hand as he does this, making the rubbing easier. It feels good now. Better than I've ever been able to make myself feel. He alternates the pressure on my clitoris, sometimes rubbing it hard and others rubbing it gently, almost too gently to feel.
A sort of heat starts to build up in my clitoris as he rubs it, now pinching it softly between his thumb and forefinger while he alternates sucking on both of my nipples. Suddenly, though, he stands up and lays me along the couch.
He throws my legs over his shoulders and, before diving into my cunt, looks to me for permission. “Has anyone ever eaten you out before?”
I shake my head no.
“You're going to like this, then. Are you ready?”
I nod. “Yes, Professor. I'm ready.”
He chuckles, his nose crinkling slightly in his laughter. God, he's so sexy. How did I get this lucky? I wonder briefly if I'm just dreaming, or if I really did bring this man into my home and seduce him on my couch.
He buries his face in my cunt then. His tongue immediately hits my clit, and I squirm under him, moving my hips back and forth. This feels so good. I should tell him. “I like that, Professor!” I cry, my voice rushed because my breathing is so heavy.
He doesn't stop, he just keeps licking my slit roughly. My head seems to be floating, my mouth opening and closing a bit like a fish with each lick against my stiff, sensitive nub.
Using the bumpy pad of his tongue, he flicks it back and forth, pressing it against my clit. “Ahh, ahh!” I cry, grabbing the couch in a vain attempt to control my thrashing. I lock my legs around my professor's head. An orgasm is building up, but I can tell this will be more than I've ever experienced before. I'm scared of it. I almost don't want it to hit me.