Mr. Teacher

“Did I earn my orgasm?” She looked up at me and grinned.

“You definitely did.” I nodded and exhaled sharply. “You did a fantastic job—and to think, this time you didn’t even have to plagiarize anyone.”

“Nope, it was all me.” She grinned wider and snuggled against my chest.

I wanted more, but I needed a moment to recharge before I could take her to the bedroom. We cuddled on the couch and I felt more relaxed than I had in a very long time. Something about having Charlotte in my arms felt right. Her breathing started to slow down once the thrill of the moment wore off some. I squeezed her shoulders, lightly grazing my fingers against her skin, and heard a faint giggle when I tickled her ribs.

“Oh, you’re ticklish, huh?” I teased her with my fingers again.

“Yeah, just a bit.” She pushed my hand away and squirmed in my embrace.

“I should how known that with how turned on you got with just a little touching.” I moved my hand up to her breast. “I bet your nipples are really sensitive as well.”

“They always have been.” She nodded quickly.

“Let’s see how turned on you get without me even touching your pussy.” I pulled on her dress and she leaned up so I could strip it from her curvy body.

“You just like driving me wild.” She leaned forward as I reached for the back of her bra.

“I like watching what it does to you.” I removed her bra and pulled her down into my lap, face up so that her breasts were underneath my hand.

I moved my fingers around her nipples and started to squeeze them lightly. They immediately got hard and I brushed my thumb against the nub, which seemed to send shivers through her whole body. I squeezed a little harder and she gasped,

but a smile immediately came over her face. I moved over to the other breast and it reacted the same with after a little stimulation. I saw her hips moving and she squeezed her thighs together as she gasped again.

“Yeah, that is definitely working.” She looked up at me with a smile.

Chapter 5: Charlotte

I had already felt the magic of an orgasm once and my body was already on fire again. The flames were coursing through my veins and begging for his touch to extinguish them. I never imagined that Mr. King, with his calm demeanor and soothing voice, would be an absolute animal. He had already made me feel things that I never knew were possible and he hadn’t even taken my virginity. It scared me in a way, because I wasn’t sure I would be able to go back to being a normal college student after learning what my innocence was shielding me from.

“I need your touch again.” I grabbed the hand that was teasing my breasts and tried to move it down my stomach towards the fire.

“You haven’t learned that I’m the one in control here.” He pulled his hand away and squeezed my nipple a little harder than he had before. “You always did think the world revolved around your needs.”

“I’m willing to do anything you want.” I squirmed and reached for his hand again. “I can’t help how wet you’re making me.”

“I don’t think a touch is going to be enough this time.” He let me pull his hand down between my legs. “I think you need a lot more than that.”

“I’m ready for more.” I gasped with pleasure when he circled my clitoris and pushed a finger into my wetness.

He leaned forward and started to stand, wrapping his arms around me as he did. He was incredibly strong and lifted me with no effort at all. He carried me to his bedroom and put me on the bed. I watched as his fingers started to unbutton his shirt. He was built like a tank, with wide shoulders and a shredded physique. I had seen the outline of his muscles against his shirt when I was a student at Glendale High School, but when his shirt came off, I was in absolute awe. There were statutes in museums that hadn’t been carved as perfectly as he was.

“Damn, you are incredible.” I felt drool on the edge of my lips.

“I wasn’t always a nerd.” He crawled into bed and wrapped a powerful hand around each one of my legs. “I just decided I liked teaching more than I liked flattening quarterbacks after I blew out my knee and ruined my chance of going to the NFL.”

“You can flatten me anytime.” I grinned and watched as he slid his cock towards my pussy.

“I plan on it.” His words came out in a slight growl as he pressed the glans to my wetness.

His cock pushed into my pussy and I felt the pain of being stretched for the first time. I had expected it and I was too turned on to complain. My body tried to adjust to his girth as he pulled back and plunged himself into me again, pushing against my hymen. I had imagined him being the one to pop my cherry so many times when I was a student, but I never expected it to come true. I felt like I was truly in a dream and it wasn’t one I ever wanted to wake up from. He pulled back again and then thrust himself into me harder. His cock stretched my hymen and then I felt the thin membrane shatter underneath his weight.

“Oh god!” My body tensed up and I felt a gasp rush from my lips.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it.” He smiled and pulled back for another thrust.

His enormous cock pillaged my virgin pussy as he stretched me out a little more with every thrust. The pain wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be once he got a steady rhythm going. The torn skin that had once housed my innocence stung, but the pleasure was enough to want him to keep going. I was so wet that the only resistance was my tightness, which he easily overcame. There was lust in his stone colored eyes and it was so hot knowing it was for me. I let my hands rest on his hips, feeling his muscles flex each time he began his thrust.