A Lesson in Blackmail - Black Mountain Academy

“Oh God,” she pants and then bites her lush lower lip. I keep my eyes locked with hers, keeping up with the tiny circles, and then I lift my other hand and barely trace her slit with one fingertip. “Oh… oh God.” She whimpers, her breaths sharp. “Please.”

I don’t want to stop what I’m doing, to risk losing the buildup to the very first orgasm I’m giving a woman with my mouth, so I just continue, and I slide just one long digit slowly into her pussy, feeling her inner muscles trying to suck it in deeper.

“Oh God!” she cries. “Please! I need to come. Please let me. Can I please come?” she begs.

And I shudder at the passion in her voice and in her expression. And as I growl a “yes” around her clit, sliding another finger inside her along with the first, her entire body convulses and she lets out the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, a moan of relief mixed with the long sob of overwhelming ecstasy. Feeling her pussy clamp onto my fingers, milking them deeper inside her, I have to let go of her panties with my other hand to grip my cock, choking it so I don’t come. I can’t come. Don’t fucking come yet, I scream inside my head.

When her hands finally release their tight hold on my hair and she melts into the bed, I slide my fingers out of her gently as I stand. She opens her eyes and looks up at me and shivers when she watches me lick my fingers clean of her juices, my other hand still gripping my cock.

With her looking up at me that way, wonder on her face like she’s looking up at a god, as much as I wanted to make this last and learn as much as I could, I can’t wait any longer. I have to have her. I have to finally know what her pussy will feel like around my cock.

I let go of my dick and pull her panties down her legs, tossing them into the hamper. I put one knee to the edge of the bed then the other, using my thighs against the inside of hers to push her back up the bed. She’s so light, so much smaller than me that it takes only one gentle shove, and then I’m on top of her, bracing myself with my elbows on either side of her head.

“I can’t wait any longer to have you, Evelyn,” I whisper, and her face softens, and she nods, her eyes locked on mine. “I don’t have any condoms. Haven’t needed them in months. I’ve never fucked without one, but I had my physical and all the tests done for swim team, and I’m clean.”

Her cheeks flush, and I wonder if it was the reminder that I’m one of her students, but I don’t care. I don’t fucking care. In this moment, I am a man and she is a woman, and I’ll stop at nothing to have her.

“I have to get tested frequently per the rules of the club. I’m clean and on the pill,” she replies, and the tension inside me eases a little more.

I lean down and kiss her, absorbing her moan as she tastes herself on my lips and tongue before pulling back enough to look in her eyes. I reach between us and align the head of my rock-hard cock against her soaking wet entrance, and not wanting to disturb this seemingly earth-shattering moment, when the rest of the world has disappeared, I whisper, “Color, little mouse?”

She swallows thickly, but doesn’t even blink when she replies, “Green, Mr. Black,” and I slowly start to sink into her, even though all I want to do is shove all my steely inches into her at once.

But I can’t. I’m not just being some conceited asshole when I say I have a big dick. No. I’m a big guy, and my cock is proportional to the rest of me, and I don’t want to hurt her. She may have all sorts of experience, but I heard her gasp when my erection sprang free of my underwear. That was a sound of someone having never seen or been with a man like me. So for this first time, I’m going to ease into her.

At her first whimper when I’ve barely gotten the head lodged inside her cunt, I pause, opening my eyes when I realize I shut them, trying to concentrate on going slow. Her brows are pulled together, her lips parted as she pants, but there is no look of pain in her eyes. And now that my gaze is locked with hers, all I want to do is watch the emotions play across her face as I sink into her.

I press my hips forward and feel her bring her knees up higher along my sides, spreading herself open farther, trying to accommodate me more like a good little submissive taking my cock. Her little nostrils flare as she takes another inch, breathing through it, adjusting to my girth. I go torturously slow, holding steady, and I watch, fascinated when her head starts to jerk from side to side then press into the mattress beneath her. Her hips begin to rotate, working her sopping wet pussy along my shaft, lubing me up so I sink in even farther.