Fucking my Teacher: Part 3
I didn’t move, but I couldn’t see him either, and it was more than a little scary. He was silent as he stood watching me, and while I was somehow incredibly hard, I’m sure I was also shaking on the bed. I felt completely exposed, my bare ass up in the air, and I didn’t know if he was going to take his time or simply fuck me without any warning at all. His hands were soft on my skin though, and he caressed me with the same gentleness he had used kissing me. He finally slid my pants down, helping me out of them while I kicked off my socks.
And then he stepped back, as I stood, bent over his bed, completely naked in front of him. My legs were only slightly apart, but I felt like I might as well have been spread eagle. I remembered Kaity, standing just as I was, but at my command and I shivered. I teased her over and over again, until she begged me to fuck her, and the memory came back like a wave. But she wasn’t here, and I wasn’t about to fuck anyone. I had put myself in her position so many times, wondering what it must feel like for her, and now I knew.
Sometimes I wonder if all the things I did to her, I only did because the other side of it turned me on. I made her do all the things I wanted done to me, and even when I was inside her, a part of me still lived in her head. A part of me desperately longed to be the one getting fucked instead of the other way around.
“No one would believe this,” Mr. R. said behind me, bringing me back. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
“I never even sucked cock before,” I said, my face buried in his blankets. I could hear him moving, but I wasn’t sure what he was doing. It wasn’t until I felt him slowly lean down over me that I realized he was naked as well, and just as hard as when he was in my mouth.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since you were a sophomore, does that upset you?”
“I would have,” I lied. Part of me wanted to pretend it was true, and right then maybe it was, but the truth was more complicated. And irrelevant.
“Don’t tell me that,” he said, his cock slowly moving against my ass as he put more of his weight onto me.
“It’s true,” I said again. “You could have used me whenever you wanted.”
“Is that what you want?” he asked, the growl returning to his voice. “You want to be used like a little slut? Do you want me to fuck you however I want, just to make myself come in your tight little ass?”
“Yes,” was all I could say, although I drew it out in long syllables, feeling the need deep within me.
“And would you let me take pictures to show my friends? Would you let them watch me fuck your little ass?”
“Oh god, that’s so hot,” I mumbled, instantly realizing it was true. I did want him to fuck me, but I wanted to be used and desired just as much. The thought of so many men lusting over me did incredible things to my body, and I couldn’t get it out of my mind. “I’ll do anything you want. To you or your friends.”
“You really are a dirty boy,” he said, moving faster against my ass, his big cock slipping between my legs as his fingers dug into my skin. “I’m going to fuck you so goddamn hard.”
He moved for just a moment, and I must have moaned my regret because he laughed at me before slipping one hand between my legs. His fingers were coated in lube, and he circled my asshole easily, covering my skin in the warm liquid. When he pushed just one finger into me I arched my back and pushed against him, trying to relax at the same time as I tried to take it. It was the first time I had anything there at all, and I wanted more.
“You are so fucking tight,” he said, pushing his finger deeper inside me as I struggled to get used to it. “It’s going to take some work.”
“I can do it,” I said, hoping it was true. “Please, just fuck me. Just fuck my virgin ass Mr. R.”
“Such a good boy,” he said once more, his finger slipping out as he sat up behind me. His hands dug into my ass cheeks as he pulled them apart over and over again, his breath loud and warm against my neck and back. And then he was back against me, this time propped up on one hand as the other held his latex-clad cock against the entrance to my ass.
“Are you ready?” he asked, pushing his head against me.
“Yes, please,” I said, feeling him fight against my body.
“Beg for it. Beg your teacher to fuck you.”
“Please, Mr. R,” I moaned, pushing back onto him as hard as I could. “Please fuck me. Please fuck my ass.”
The pain was intense and difficult to describe. For a moment I thought he was all the way inside me, before I realized it was just the head of his cock. He had pushed his way in, helping me relax as he held me firmly. He didn’t move as I adjusted to him, but the sensation shot through every nerve ending in my body.
“Breathe,” he whispered, holding himself steady. I took a few deep breaths, knowing if I waited too long I would never do it. And then I pushed back, feeling more of him enter me as he held me, his own moans escaping his lips with each passing second. He pulled my hips to him as I struggled to relax, and then I felt him against me. His cock was buried to the hilt in my ass and I was so full I could hardly stand it. I could feel him pulsing within me, and I was lost completely.
“You are so amazingly tight, and you are doing so well. You took my whole cock the very first time. You might be my best student yet.”
“It hurts and it feels good, and…”
“Tell me what you want,” he said, his lips on the back of my neck as he let his weight fall once more against me. He was moving slowly within me, fucking me gently on his bed even as he raised my hands above my head and held them there.
“Fuck me,” I gasped, finally giving in completely. “Fuck me hard.”
I honestly don’t remember the next few minutes, because my teacher fucked me and fucked me as I screamed and moaned, my own cock somehow still hard against the bed. I know I pushed onto him, and I know I cried. I know he pulled my hair as he thrust into me, and I know he didn’t once stop whispering horribly filthy things into my ear. And I know that at some point I realized I was finally getting what I wanted. I was finally understanding the other side of the game, and it was better and more complicated than I had ever imagined.
But his weight on me, his hard cock up my ass, and his breath in my ear were all that mattered. His increasing speed, his strong hands, and his words, pushed me closer and closer to the edge, while simultaneously being a completely different sensation than I had ever felt before. It was less that I wanted to come and more that I wanted to simply let go.
“I’m going to come,” he finally groaned, holding me down as he pushed deeply inside me. “I’m going to come in your ass.”
“Please,” I moaned, his pleasure a drug I couldn’t get enough of. “Do it, come inside me. God, I wish I could feel it.”
“Oh fuck, don’t say that,” he moaned, his entire weight now on my back as he thrust inside me, his whole body tensing as he got closer.
“I bet it would feel so much better,” I moaned. “You coming in my ass. Tell me you want it to.”
“You know I do,” he said, his final thrusts harder and deeper than before. “I want to come in you so badly…”
And then he was shaking and trembling as he fucked me one last time. I pushed back against him, my body covered in sweat and barely able to move at all. He kissed me over and over again, his grip instantly growing lighter as he came, and all I could do was feel him pulse within me as he sighed into my ear, his release long and glorious as if he had in fact been waiting years to do it.
When he stopped moving, I thought he might let me go, but instead, he held me there, his cock growing soft inside me for a moment before he slowly pulled out. He held the condom tightly at the base, and the sensation of him leaving me was almost more intense than him fucking me in the first place. He left for a moment, and I heard the water running in another room before he returned with a warm washcloth. It felt hot against my skin, but he cleaned the lube off of my ass and thighs, pressing just hard enough against me to feel good. He tossed it to the floor when he was done and lay down next to me.
“That was incredible,” he whispered, kissing my lips. “Are you okay?”
“I think so,” I said, rolling to face him. “I’m not sure.”
“Come here,” he said, pulling me closer. He held me in his arms as I wondered if it was okay to cry. The tears came in a slow trickle instead of a burst, and if he noticed, he didn’t say a word. He kissed my head and my cheek, and his arms were strong and comforting. “You did so well.”
“Thank you,” was all I could say as I buried my head against his chest, finding strength in his embrace. It was hot, but I was no longer hard and no longer buzzed from the excitement. The longer he held me, the more I let go, until after just a few moments, I closed my eyes and drifted away for a few glorious, long, mindless moments of sleep.
And if I remember anything, it’s those dreamlike minutes of peace on the other side. If I remember anything it’s his scratchy beard against my face, and his big hands touching my cheek. If I remember anything at all, it’s growing hard and soft as he held me, my body exhausted from our game.
If I remember anything, I remember that I wanted more.
Okay, that’s it! Thanks for reading such a long story. If you want to read more of my dirty stuff, I have like 26 books out.
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