Lesson in Lust Page 2

  "Mmmm, you selfish boy. Did you really think I was going let you finish first? For that, you get an 'F'. It doesn’t feel so good to fail at something, does it? That’s okay. You can bring up your grade with your oral presentation."

  I untied him from the cabinet handle and led him to my desk where I attached him to the leg of the chair, then took a seat, raising my skirt up around my waist so that my exposed, dripping pussy sat mere inches from his face. "Remember, part of your grade in this class is the ability to show your work. Get busy."

  Looking like a kid in a candy store, Devon plowed forward, greedily burrowing his face in my bare mound. His tongue plunged in and out of my slick tunnel all the while pushing the end of his nose hard against my clit, doubling my pleasure. I thrust my hips forward, smothering him in my wetness, forcing him lick and suck me as I controlled his every move, rotating my hips, shifting forward and back, until I got to the edge and had to pull my cunt back from his suction before I came.

  Crazy with want and desire, Devon begged, "Please, Laney, let me fuck you with my tongue until you cum all over my chin."

  Oh, god. I could so go for that right now. But I had to fight against it. I could have my release later, and it would only be that much sweeter. "As much as I would love getting fucked by your mouth," I growled, "I am not finished just yet."

  I untied him once more, and this time removed the belt from his wrists and flung it, preparing to make him use his hands on me this time. He stood up, naked before me with a look in his eyes so intense, I staggered. He moved towards me without saying anything, and stripped me of my blouse and skirt, sending buttons flying as I had done earlier. He pressed his cock up against my skin and grabbed me by the back of my head, ramming in tongue inside my mouth, forcing me to taste my own musky hotness he'd had his tongue in moments before. I starved for the taste. I hungrily kissed him back, sucking all of my sweet juice from his mouth.

  He took control from me before I had a chance to think straight and I whimpered in submission, growing weaker by the second. "Go" he demanded, and pointed towards the very cabinets he'd been bound to. I cocked one eyebrow and turned to do as he pleased, my exposed bare body giving him a show as I walked towards my mark.

  Before I knew it, he was right behind me. He spun me around to face him, grabbing me by the waist as he pushed up me up against the cabinets. He grabbed my legs and hiked them up around him so that they rested on his hips. He came at me as if I held his last breath of air and put his entire mouth over mine as I inhaled his sexy scent. He clawed my ass hard and rammed his cock up inside of me, drowning me in his lust. I cried out with both pleasure and pain and grabbed the sides of his head to pull him further into my mouth, begging his tongue to be as far inside of me as his cock was. He pulled away from me and burrowed his head in my chest, licking and sucking my nipples until I was so blinded by passion, I felt that familiar throb start in the very depths of my pussy.

  "No, not yet" my breath came out in gasps and he struggled to hear me.

  "Stop." I called out, more forcefully this time.

  He pulled out with such force, I felt as though I was thrown out into the snow. I cried out and at that moment, he grabbed me and carried me, still attached to him at the waist, to a lab table nearby. He set me down at the edge of the table and flipped me over onto my stomach, putting his hands on the handles of my hips and yanking my ass up towards him. "Beg me to fuck you, Laney"

  "Please," I gasped, "please fuck me, Devon."

  "Tell me how badly you want me. I want to hear you say it"

  "Fuck me, Devon. Ram your hot cock in my ass. I want you to feel my tight ass burning as I take every last inch of you inside of me. I need you, more than I've needed anyone, ever."

  Devon let out an audible gasp of air, spread my ass apart and filled my hole with his thickness. I cried out, delighted that he had stripped me of its virginity, fucking it, kneading my ass cheeks in his hands with every fevered thrust.

  Harder. Deeper. Wetter. We fucked furiously against the table, rocking and shaking it until beakers and papers went flying onto the floor, crashing and breaking around us, but the only sound we heard was each other. Gasping, grunting, moaning until we both reached the very edge and couldn't take anymore. I heard him growl one last time and before I knew it, I felt his cum shooting up inside of me, sending me spinning through my own world of ecstasy. Our juices spilled out from different places until it oozed down my thighs and we collapsed against the table, completely spent and satisfied.

  He knelt down between my knees and kissed my ass cheeks before turning me back over to look me over. "So, Miss Matthews, do I get an 'A'?"

  "Oh, Dr. Parker, I think you get the highest honors I can give

  He laughed and squeezed me to him. "You know, the feeling is quite mutual."

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  Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's Seducing the Daddy

  It was no use. I knew my mind wasn’t going to win against my aching, wet pussy. It had been far too long since I’d felt the warmth and hardness of a man against my skin. The idea of Mitch being the next one to enter me quickened my breathing and had me dripping with desire. I had to release this tension – just this once, and then wash him from my mind, as it were. I traced my fingers lightly down my neck, closing my eyes as I reached the perky mounds on my chest. I imagined Mitch’s large hands cupped over them and that wicked smile playing on his lips as he flicked his tongue over them, forcing my nipples to harden and pucker, daring him to lick, suck and nibble every inch of their pinkness. I moaned with lust and grabbed the showerhead from its resting place and slid down the wall of my fluid sanctuary, taking the hose with me. I felt my clit swell with delight and anticipation of what was coming next. With a flick of my hand, the light, pulsating stream turned into a full-force power jet that beat like a drum against the side of the tile enclosure. I scooted back as far as I could and spread my legs wide, fantasizing about Mitch being there, watching me, and playfully working his expert tongue around my hot, smooth cunt and rock-hard knob. I groaned with pleasure and rammed two fingers in my slick tunnel, working them in and out, feeling the swollen flesh close in around me. I starved for more. My entire body was screaming with the need to be fucked any and every which way possible. I brought the nozzle between my thighs and pointed it inward, holding it just far enough away to pound rhythmically against my clit. Fuck, yeah. Oh, god, this is it. If I can’t have a thick cock stuffed inside me, this is the next best thing. I kept the head on me, allowing myself just enough pleasure to push me to the brink, and then I quickly pulled away, taunting and toying with my hot, saturated mound of flesh. I was hell-bent on making damn sure I wouldn’t topple over the edge until the last possible moment. I kept on like this, again and again, willing my body to cling to the pleasure building inside and take me to a place that I almost couldn’t turn back from. I had my pussy begging for more. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this up, but I wasn’t ready to let go of my fantasy of Mitch just yet. I alternated between the jets and my fingers, pulsating against me, fucking myself, pushing my buttons. Lost in the moment, I had a sudden image of Mitch shoving his cock into my asshole. It was forbidden territory and still tight in its untouched virginity. Its hotness was right there; ready to be penetrated in much the same way. My middle finger found its way south, slowly teasing the circumference of my puckered opening, adding a whole new level of ecstasy to my insane desire for this man I’d just met. I slipped my finger in, gasping at the new sensation I felt from my touch. I savored every tingling, every stroke, every ounce of passion I was feeling. Mitch was in my head and I couldn’t stop the thinking about how badly I wanted his cock to fill my holes instead. I wanted nothing more than to push him down, straddle him across his desk and fuck him in raw, animal lust over and over until we were both too overcome with exhaustion to go on. The stimulation to my body was in overdrive and the pressure eventually became too much to bear. With one final twist of my wrist, I turned the nozzle towards
my clit one last time and cried out as I fumbled through a world of sheer paradise, where Mitch was waiting on the other side, lapping up the wave of juices flowing from my steaming snatch. I shuddered and went limp, reeling from what just transpired. No one had ever gotten inside my head the way he just had, and certainly no one had ever made me this insane with desire. The couple of guys before were just boys. I needed a man. I needed Mitch. When the flesh inside me still throbbed with greediness, I knew this fantasy wasn’t going to end here. I was suddenly determined to turn this into a scorching reality. Mitch was about to find himself strapped with a hot, young, insatiable nymphomaniac before he even knew what hit him.

  Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's Kissing the Pink

  I pushed my body away from her just enough to run my fingers down her front and stop at the landing strip shaved neatly on top of her mound. She shoved her pelvis forward, begging me to go further. I grinned beneath her hot breath and swirled my finger around the top of her clit. She let out another groan and pulled away from me, gasping for breath.

  "Fuck me, Erin. Please."

  I rolled over on top of her, working my tongue slowly down from her mouth to her chest; taking a nipple between my lips and sucking until I felt it harden. I loved feeling her in my mouth. Every part of her tasted like honey. She bucked against me, pleading with me to fill her. I smiled and ignored her requests, moving over to her other nipple, sucking it until she cried out.

  My pussy was soaked, starving for attention of its own, but I was intent on tasting Lauren, needing to put my mouth where Cindy had been just hours earlier. I moved down further and Lauren spread her legs wide in anticipation. Inhaling her musky scent, I licked her innermost thighs until she squirmed with delight. When she rose up to offer herself to me, I grabbed her ass and plunged my tongue deep inside her tunnel, almost having an orgasm from the mental image of doing this to Cindy. I pulled out so I could lick every millimeter of her from the bottom of her hole to the top of her clit, circling around her hardened nub and drinking in the feel of her folds against my mouth. I teased the outer part of her perfect, pink cunt, licking and sucking every part of her tender skin until I felt her getting closer to the edge. Wanting to delay her release a bit longer, I sat up and grabbed her dildo from inside her nightstand. She moaned in frustration and pleaded with me to just finish.

  “Not yet. Stay there.” I commanded.

  Lauren gasped as I inserted the toy, slowly driving it deeper into the slick folds of her dripping tunnel. I could see her face in the moonlight, brow furrowed, concentrating on the levels of pleasure she felt as I maneuvered the plastic cock in and out of her repeatedly until I knew she was hanging on by a thread. I pulled the dildo out one last time and landed back on her throbbing cunt with my mouth. She arched her back and cried out from the feel of my hot breath on her most sensitive area, exploding around me, juices pouring from her depths onto my tongue. I lapped up every drop sending aftershocks through her body as she collapsed back onto the bed from exhaustion.

  She regained her composure quickly, pouncing on me to lick her juices from my face.

  “Turn around,” she said in a low voice, “let me see your ass.”

  I did as she said and before I had a chance to balance myself, I felt her mouth on backside, plunging her tongue into my puckered asshole. Electricity shot through my entire body, causing me to cry out as I gripped the headboard for support. The intense sensation of her mouth on my hole had me reeling and I had to stop the orgasm threatening to explode from inside of me.

  Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's My Best Friend's Dad

  I stepped out of my capris, stripped off my tank top, and climbed on top of my cool, crisp sheets. The contact made me shudder and my nipples puckered in response. I put a finger in my mouth and brought it down to trace light circles around the crinkles of my breasts, the stimulation sending jolts straight down the middle of my body. I set my vibrator on low and began fondling the outer folds of my cunt, teasing softly as I traveled into my fantasies of Greg. Oh, sweet Greg. His smiling face and shirtless, rock-hard body in those clingy shorts flashed through my mind. The familiar tingles coursed through me and my pussy responded eagerly, moisture forming around my hole. Slowly I maneuvered the cock around, exploring every inch of skin outside of my pulsing, wet mound. I tickled the opening of my quivering snatch, aching to break through the thin barrier that separated me from complete ecstasy. Several times I had been tempted to plunge the long, thick toy deep inside my pleading tunnel and finally satisfy that need, but I always stopped right before I caved, convincing myself to save it in case I ever ended up in Greg’s bed.

  Tonight I chose to be more adventurous. I decided if I was going to save my sweet cherry for Mr. Watkins, then I was going to explore the neighboring passageway instead. After all, I might want to give him that cherry, too. I set the vibration mode a notch higher and flipped over on all fours, spreading my legs wide with my ass high in the air. I started out straddling the shaft, positioning it between the lips of my snatch so that the middle drummed rhythmically against my clit while the tip pushed between the crevice of my ass, teasing the opening of my puckered hole. The soft plastic tickled every exposed area of both of my sacred holes. The sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Within seconds, I was overflowing with juices. The added lubrication on the tip emboldened me. I brought the blue cock around to the back and penetrated my ass just enough to see if I could take it. The feeling was even more incredible and I began to rock back and forth, getting a little deeper inside my hole, bit by bit, stretching it to make room for the entire length of the cock. The further in I went, the more I became lost in my fantasy.

  Juices poured down my hand as I got closer to the edge. I started fucking my ass faster and deeper with each thrust, the width stretching me out, hitting every nerve ending inside my steaming cunt. My asshole was throbbing, but I couldn’t stop; it felt too fucking good. The orgasm was gaining momentum and with one final thrust, I sent myself into a sea of bliss, cum running down my thighs as I bit into my pillow to muffle my screams.

  Excerpt from Kelli Wolfe's Wet for Brother

  "G'nite, Sis."

  "Nite, Jeff." I closed my eyes and tried to think of some way to get into his bed.

  It was too hot to sleep. The warm breeze coming through the open window did nothing to cool the fire raging between my legs. From the other bed I could hear Jeff's slow, deep breathing occasionally turn into a light snore. He was only a few feet away; I could practically reach over and touch him. If only I dared. I wanted him so badly, my body craving his touch, the feel of him against my skin and inside of me. I needed him to quench this burning need inside of me, this need that made my pussy throb with an ache to be filled by his hard manhood. Oh, if only…

  I could see his face, pale in the moonlight that leaked between the curtains, his fine hair tousled in sleep. He had thrown back his covers, exposing the taut muscles of his upper body and stomach. I lay there for a while watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, wishing that I could work up the nerve to sneak into his bed and snuggle up beside him, to put my arms around him and press myself against his lean, hard body.

  The ache inside of me grew worse, and I slipped my hand under the sheet. I was wearing nothing but one of Jeff's t-shirts, and I pulled the edge of it up until I could reach the soft, smooth-shaven skin of my mound. My fingers went to the hard little knob of my clit and I started to rub it in slow, narrow circles, never taking my eyes off of my big brother. Hot tingles of pleasure spread through my pussy, which trembled and fluttered with its hollow yearning. I felt my lips grow moist, and I teased my fingertips through my folds until they dipped into the opening of my tunnel. When they were wet with my cream, I moved back to my clit, luxuriating in the sensual feel my slick fingertips made against the tight, sensitive skin. I felt so dirty doing it while Jeff was right there, and the thought that he could wake up at any moment added an extra thrill of excitement.

  Jeff turned in
his sleep with a little moan and my hand went still, frozen by the thought of what he would think if he woke up and saw his little sister playing with herself in the bed next to his. When he didn't move again, I closed my eyes and let my imagination loose on that thought. In my mind Jeff got up and came to my bed, bending over me so his lips could meet mine as his hands found my tits and teased my stiff, aching nipples until my whole body felt like it was on fire. His mouth moved hungrily down my body, exploring, tasting, pausing to suck and lick my nipples while his hands roamed my body beneath the sheet. Wetness smeared the tops of my thighs and crept down into the cleft of my ass. I imagined Jeff climbing under the sheet and pressing his hard cock against me, pulling me tightly to him so I could feel how much he wanted me.

  I looked over at him in the other bed again, needing to see him as I touched myself. He had kicked his bedclothes further back when he moved, so that now he lay exposed to mid-thigh. In the bright moonlight the bulge in his shorts was clearly visible, and I moaned as I rubbed harder and harder at my clit. Damn, how I wanted that cock. I wanted to pull it out and hold it, then take it in my mouth to taste him and feel his satiny hardness against my tongue. I wanted him to slide it between my firm tits, down my stomach, and into that emptiness between my legs. I wanted him to jam it into me and take me hard and make me his.