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When
I heard her say, “Put it inside me,” I sensed the need in her voice. The last thing that I wanted to do was disappoint this beautiful woman that I had waited so long for. Just before I entered her, I thought for a moment about the incredible gift that she was about to give me, and I considered myself to be the luckiest person in the world right then.

“Samantha, thank you,
” I said. I reached down, grabbed my shaft, and ran it up through her wet inner lips and covered myself with her juices. I moved the head of my cock to her entrance. When I felt the slight depression in her vulva give way, I knew I was at her opening, and I pushed slowly into her. She gasped and cried out for a brief moment as I slid into her tight wet sheath. I lay still for a moment until she relaxed with a sigh and moved her hips up into me telling me that she was ready for more. I slowly pushed further in until I was fully inside her.

“Samantha
, you are so warm and tight, I’ve never felt anything this good,” I whispered.

“Move it, Nicholas, fuck me. O
h, God your cock feels good,” she moaned.

I
slowly withdrew until just the head of my cock was left inside of her tight opening, and then I slowly pushed it in again. After a short while, she thrust her hips up forcefully into me and began fucking me with quicker, more demanding strokes. I responded to her need and quickly adjusted my rhythm to match hers. Each time we came together, she moaned and ground her clit into the base of my rigid shaft.

I was in heaven and
kissed her passionately. She moaned and began fucking me harder.

“Faster baby,
fuck me faster and harder. Oh, it feels so good,” she moaned, as she felt the first twinge of pleasure deep inside of her body. Thank God, I thought, because I knew now, for certain, that I was going to satisfy her needs. I had worried about that.

I
straightened my arms and lifted up off her. I looked down at her and almost climaxed at the incredible sight beneath me. She was thrusting into me aggressively causing her breasts to roll up and down her chest in an erotic undulating manor. At first, I had trouble keeping up with her pace, but I began sliding in and out of her more rapidly and more forcefully. With each penetration, she ground her clit against the base of my cock as our pelvic bones collided. She was gasping and moaning with every stimulating stroke now.

“Samantha I
’m getting close, I’m going to come if we don’t stop,” I warned.

“No
, don’t stop, I’m so close, please don’t stop baby. Fuck me, oh fuck meeee,” she cried out as she continued thrusting. “Nicholas, I’m going to come, baby. Oh, yes, yes, oh fuck yes, I’m coming,” she whimpered. She contracted and jerked as her orgasm crashed through her slender frame. She spasmed and went rigid as the first wave of her pleasure rushed through her body. A second contraction followed immediately causing her to spasm and jerk into me again. She gasped for air as two more waves of her orgasm rocked through her. All of her conscious thoughts were replaced by a euphoric state of bliss as the pleasure of her release filled every cell of her body

When
I heard the moan from her first contraction and felt her pussy clinch around my girth, it immediately triggered my orgasm and I erupted into her during her second contraction. I groaned as I felt my released flow deep into her womb. I continued pumping my warm seed as deeply inside of her sexy body as I could. We were moving independently now as we pursued our own needs for a brief moment. At that instant, neither of us were capable of thinking about anything other than our own pleasure. Conscious thoughts and the ability to think were gone for a few moments as our orgasms peaked then slowly ebbed. As the peak of our pleasure gradually dissipated, we began to catch our breath and began moving fluidly again. We resumed making love, and we were, once again, consciously aware of our lovers needs. We kissed tenderly, lovingly, enjoying the euphoria of our warm afterglow.

“Nich
olas, that was incredible, I might have to let you come back for another glass of wine sometime, sometime soon, very soon,” she laughed.

“M
aking love to you was so much better than I dreamt it would be. You are unreal,” I whispered. She got up, cleansed me with a warm damp towel, and then she cleansed herself. We put our clothes back on and went back down stairs where we enjoyed another glass of wine and talked about how much pleasure and joy we had just shared.

“Nicholas
, you need to promise me that you will behave yourself in class tomorrow, okay?” she asked. “Oh, yes, Nicholas, I almost forgot. Plan on being here tomorrow about the same time, my new perfect, secret lover,” she whispered, in a very sultry voice, kissing me on the cheek as she walked me slowly to the door.”

The End
… Or is it The Beginning.”

“Fuck
, my pussy is white hot,” she said, as she reached for her life-like rubber vibrator. She slid it into her wet, slippery sheath, cranked it up as high as it would go and began moving it in and out while she rubbed her clit with her other hand. After about one minute, she began to get that wonderful feeling deep within her, and she knew that her orgasm was only a matter of time now. She continued rubbing her clit and fucking her big rubber cock as she concentrated on the feeling that was growing deep within her.

“Fuck my pussy
, Nicholas. Oh, yes, I’m getting close, yes, I’m coming,” she moaned, jerking her hips into her rubber toy as her climax exploded from her womanhood flooding her body with pure pleasure. Her spasms continued as her orgasm surged through her. After a while, she began to relax and regain her composure. She continued slowly pleasuring herself with her rubber phallus as she slowly calmed down.

“That
felt good,” she laughed, aloud. “I just had two orgasms within ten minutes of one another,” she smiled. One was on paper, and the other one was thinking about the one on paper.”

******

Since it was the last week of school and Nicholas had already turned in his manuscript, he did not have to attend Mrs. Jones’ class the rest of the week. He hadn’t heard anything from her since he emailed his manuscript. That surprised him because he was quite sure that she would read it as soon as she received it. Perhaps she hasn’t had the time to read, however. All he knew was that he had to go to class on Friday to get his final grade and retrieve his manuscript.

The last three days dragged
on and on as it seemed like Friday would never get there. He had seen Mrs. Jones on campus a couple of times and she looked great as usual but he decided not to approach her. Perhaps, she really was upset with him for writing such a lurid tale, and for using such graphic language in a story about her. He sighed thinking that there was nothing that he could do about it now, and that Friday would be his day of reckoning.

******

Nicholas walked into Mrs. Jones’ class and sat in his usual seat. All of the students had arrived and still no Mrs. Jones. She was late. It was already five minutes after ten, which was very unusual for her. She was always very punctual. Nicholas wondered if she was so upset with him that she might not show up and just have everyone pick their papers up in the main office. Just about the time he couldn’t take it any longer, she walked into the room.

“Good morning class, I’
m sorry I’m late this morning. I had to stop by the dean’s office before coming to class. Okay, I have read all of your stories and I must say that some of them were quite good, and some were, well, so so, but the main thing is that you tried and as a result, no one received a grade lower than a C.

Actually,
I have always enjoyed reading the stories that my students turn in each semester as some of you have very interesting imaginations. I have placed your manuscripts in a sealed manila envelope along with my comments and your final grade. Please don’t open them until you have left the class, for I don’t want to get into a discussion about my comments or your final grade at this time. However, if you feel that you need to speak with me, about either your manuscript or your grade, I will be in the library from three to four o’clock today.

As I call your name, please come up and get your envelope
, and then you may leave the class. I have enjoyed working with each of you, and I hope you all have a great summer vacation,” she said. She then began calling out names. Since Nicholas’ last name was Adams, he was first. He stood up, took the envelope from Mrs. Jones and told her how much he enjoyed being in her class. He then left the room. Something was strange because his envelope seemed as though it didn’t have anything in it. But then he thought that since he had emailed it to her, she probably read it on her computer at home. Once he was outside and down the hall, he opened the envelope, pulled out a sheet of paper and read it.

Nicholas, obvi
ously I have read your paper, but before I can assign you a final grade, there are a couple of things that I need to talk with you about. Given the nature of your chosen subject matter, I don’t think that it would be a good idea to do that in the library. Therefore, if you have time, please stop by my house around four thirty so we can go over a couple things. If you are not available then, call me on my cell phone and we will set up another time. Sincerely, Mrs. Jones.

“Holy shit,” he said
aloud. She must really be upset with me he thought. He figured that if there were several things that she needed to go over with him before giving him his final grade, then he was probably in trouble. He wondered if she was going to flunk him because of the way he portrayed and described her in his story. If she flunked him, it would affect his transcripts for college. He had, however, already been accepted because he had straight A’s, but an F would not be good. Then he remembered her saying that no one received a grade lower than a C. “I hope that she included me in that group,” he mumbled.

To Nich
olas, those five and a half hours seemed like an eternity. He really didn’t want to go, but he knew that he had to if he wanted to get his grade, and he couldn’t afford to receive an incomplete in her class. He did everything he could think of to make the time go faster, but it seemed like four-thirty would never get there.

Finally,
it was time to drive to her house, and the time seemed to go way too quickly, It was like the drive to her place went by at warp speed. He parked and walked up to her front door. He hesitated for a minute, but he finally rang the bell. Now time appeared to be dragging out and it seemed like it took her forever to answer the doorbell.

 

Chapter 4

 

“Good afternoon Nicholas, please, do come in. Would you like anything?” she asked.

“No, thank you, Mrs. Jones, I’m fine,
” he said, with a nervous smile.

“Why
, after reading your book, I thought that you would call me Samantha or perhaps even Sam, Nicholas,” she said. Nicholas thought that she had on the sexiest outfit that he had ever seen. It was a tight, black skirt that came about three inches above her knees. Her blouse was bright red, and the top two buttons were undone showing a little more cleavage than usual. Her red high-heels and matching belt set off her ensemble, and she was simply stunning.

She is doing this to punish me
, he thought.

Mrs. Jones, I meant no disres
pect to you when I wrote my manuscript, and I would never cross the line and show you any disrespect now, especially not now,” he added.

“Okay
, Nicholas, I appreciate that, it helps a lot as I ponder my decision. Tell me Nicholas, what do you want?” she asked.

“Naturally
, I want to be your friend and hope that you have no hard feelings about the way that I referenced you in the story,” he said, quietly.

“No
, Nicholas, what do you really want?”

“I don’t understand the question
, Mrs. Jones.”

“Let me see if I can make it clearer for you Nicholas.
If you could have anything that you wanted right now, what would it be?”

“Anything?” he asked.

“Yes, anything,” she replied. There was a long pause. A very long pause, and finally Nicholas replied,

“You
,” he said, in a very low voice. There was another very long pause, and she eventually asked, “Was everything that you said in your story true?”

“Yes
, Mrs. Jones, except for the things that I described that we did,” he answered.

“I mean about your feelings,
Nicholas. I want to know how you really feel toward me, Samantha Jones, as a person.”

“Yes
, Mrs. Jones, everything that I said about you, about us, and how I feel toward you was the truth,” he replied. Now there was another long pause.

“Well
,Nicholas, if that’s the case,” she said, in a very proper southern belle sort of voice, “I think you should call me Samantha, and get over here and kiss me,” she smiled. She then casually unbuttoned the next two buttons of her blouse exposing the complete inner curve of her full breasts making it obvious that she was not wearing a bra.

Nicholas’ brain didn’t grasp what she just said.
“Mrs. Jones?” he questioned.


Nicholas, do you want to have me, right here, right now, make love to me like you did in your story?” she asked.

“But you said that you would never have a relationship with one of your students.”
“Nicholas, for such a really bright boy, straight A’s and all, it is taking you a long time to figure this out. Are you in one of my classes now Nicholas?”

“No
, not now,” he said, as he began to get the point. He smiled at her realizing, for the first time, what was about to happen. Not in his wildest dreams did he ever think that she would really let him make love to her.

“So it’s fair to say
, Nicholas, that you are not one of my students, correct?”

“Correct.

“Then
, Nicholas, you better get over here and kiss me before I start to feel rejected, and change my mind,” she insisted.

“Yes ma’am
, Samantha,” he said, locking his eyes on hers as he rose and walked over to her. He held her in his arms hugged her for a moment before he tilted his head and tenderly placed his lips on hers. She parted her lips slightly and they tasted each other for the first time. She slipped her tongue just inside of his mouth and felt him respond to her invitation. Samantha thought about how sweet and fresh his mouth tasted.

He darted
his tongue over hers feeling the soft, smooth, wet, texture of her mouth. Their tongues darted and explored each other as their connection deepened. He moaned as she nibbled on his lower lip and then ran her soothing tongue over it. Their breath began to quicken as they could finally express the depth of their passion for each other. She parted her lips further letting him have complete access to her mouth. He parted his lips and slid his tongue deeper in her mouth. Their lips and tongues were fully engaged as they penetrated each other’s wet recesses.

Their mouths
fused and the heat from their passion was like a caldron as she moaned her pleasure with the taste their first kiss. He groaned as she gently sucked on his tongue. Their lips were quivering with desire and wet with passion. Their kisses were sealing the commitment of their eventual union. He kissed her as his hands found their way around her ass and pulled her closer into him. She felt his hard cock pressing against her tummy just above her mound and started grinding herself into it. First back and forth but then up and down, so she could rub her clitoris on it. She moaned as she cupped his ass and pulled his cock in closer.

“Wow
,” she exclaimed. “That was some first kiss she panted. I think that our bodies are going to fit just fine together. Come, let’s go up to the bedroom,” she said, pulling him along with her. When they got there, he pressed his body against her backside. He reached around her, and cupped both of her bare breasts in his hands and gently felt them as he pressed his erection against her round ass. She arched her butt back against his shaft and gave out a deep guttural moan of raw pleasure.

“I have wanted to feel that cock of yours against my body for weeks now,” she moaned.

He felt her hard nipples roll around the palms of his hands as he gently slid over her tender flesh. “Your body feels so good close to mine,” he moaned, as he turned her around and pulled the tail of her red blouse out of her skirt undoing the last button. Their eyes were transfixed as she slid it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

He didn’t say a word; he just st
ood there looking at her. He gasped as his breath quickened. He couldn’t get over her sheer beauty.

“Well how do they look, are they okay?”

“Oh, my God, Samantha, they are beautiful. They’re gorgeous, simply flawless,” he said, finding it impossible to take his eyes off them. They were not large but on her small slender frame, they looked bigger than he had expected. They were perky and upturned so that her large nipples pointed upward. Her areolas were the perfect size and flat just as he had imagined, but her nipples were larger and longer than he could have ever dreamt. They were as hard as little diamonds, and they were begging to be sucked.

He bent dow
n, kissed one and then the other. He licked her left nipple before taking it in his mouth. He suckled her for a brief moment causing her to squirm and moan. He moved to the other nipple and sucked it into his greedy mouth moaning when it slid past his lips. He suckled this breast a bit longer as he groaned in total ecstasy as her stiff nipple went deeper into his mouth. The longer he sucked the more she sighed and cooed her approval. He relieved the pressure on her nipple, letting it slid to the edge of his lips and gently bit down on its rubbery flesh.

“Oh
, Nicholas, that feels good baby, bite the other one,” she gasped, as she began to move her hips in graceful, undulating waves of pleasure against his cock.

She shuddered as she pulled him up to kiss his wet lips
. She held his face in her hands and the second their lips met, she slid her tongue deep within his mouth and ground her mound into his cock. She continued kissing him as she hastily pulled his shirt off dropping it to the floor. They kicked their shoes off as they reached for the remainder of the other’s clothing. He unsnapped her skirt, lowered the zipper, and pushed it down over her tight round butt letting it drop to the floor. She was wearing a lacy white thong that barley covered her mound.

“Oh
, my God,” he whispered. She unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper, and pulled them off his hips letting them drop to the floor, as well. He stepped out of them and told her that, if it were okay, he would like to watch her take off her own panties. She stood back a couple feet, turned around, and bent over exposing the cup that barely covered her labia. There was a dark spot between the lips of her pussy letting him know she was seriously aroused.

“You’re wet,”
he moaned, with a little quiver of excitement in his voice.

“Well, I hope so.
I should be wet as turned on as I am right now,” she purred, as she wiggled her butt at him. She slowly pulled her thong down over her cheeks and then, even more slowly,
peeled
the cup of her panties off her wet labia. She turned around and handed them to him.

He lifted them to his face and smelled her odor
. He groaned as he took in her musky smell.

“You smell so good,” he said, with a slight quiver of excitement in his voice. He rubbed the wet cup over his lips feeling her slick nectar slide across them.
His cock jerked in his briefs as he licked her wetness from his lips and let out a deep guttural groan. “Samantha, you smell good and your taste makes me weak. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you,” he moaned.

She kneeled down and pull
ed his briefs down over his hips, and lowered them to the floor. She sat back and stared at his phallus.

“It’s beautiful
, Nicholas,” she said, admiring the length and girth of it. There was a drop of liquid sitting on the end. She placed her closed lips against the head of his cock and rubbed them across his pearl of moisture smearing his arousal over them. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to slowly stroke the length him. He pulled her up for another passionate kiss and then held her away for a moment as he admired her incredible body.

Now naked they stood b
ack admired each other. “You have a scrumptious body Nicholas. I can’t wait to get that thing inside me.

“I can’t
describe the beauty of your body, Samantha. It’s simply incredible. You’re much more beautiful than I could ever have imagined.” He took her in his arms and hugged her tightly. “I love the feel of your naked body pressed tightly against mine,” he said, as he kissed her on the forehead.

“Thank you Nicholas
, I think that you should take me to bed now.”

He smiled and watched as she lay down on the bed. He
climbed up and lay along side of her. His lips found her lips parted as she willingly accepted his probing tongue into her mouth. She eagerly sucked on it for a moment and then probed his mouth with hers. She met his tongue with hers greedily searching his moist lips when she felt the first twinge of her excitement deep within her womb.

Their passion continued to intensify as their lips remained fused.
He touched her breast and gently squeezed it. He slowly rubbed and explored every inch of its silky smooth surface. Lying to the right side of her, he began kissing his way down toward her right nipple. He moved down, so his face was at her right breast.

“Oh
, Nicholas,” she groaned, as she rolled on her side toward him, placing both of her breasts in his face.

“Never in my wildest dreams,” he whispered.

He marveled at how turned on he was at this moment as both of her breasts with their incredible nipples were just a fraction of an inch away from his lips. With both of them resting on his face, he didn’t know which one to go for first.

Samantha made that decision for him. She took her left breast in her left hand and guided her nipple to his mouth.

He took it and wrapped his lips around its swollen surface. She moaned as he explored the slippery smooth skin of her areola and the fleshy, knobby texture of her stiff nipple. His tongue rolled over her nipple while his right hand moved around to the small of her back to draw her mons up against his body.

He gently probed her
nubile flesh with his tongue, and sucked it gently into his mouth as far as he could. He suckled on her tender flesh until he felt a desire to move his lips to her other breast. He began kissing and sucking on that nipple giving it some much needed attention. Her nipples were so deliciously long and stiff he couldn’t believe how incredibly erotic it was sucking on her right breast while her left breast lay gently on his cheek. It seemed as though his mouth was practically filled with her distended, swollen nub. His tongue repeatedly circled its rigid surface as it rolled stiffly around in his mouth.

“Bite
them, Nicholas, bite my nipples,” she moaned. He immediately squeezed down on the right nipple. She moaned loudly and thrust her pelvis into him. “Harder, Nicholas, bite it harder. Hold it tight in your teeth and squeeze. Yes, baby, yes that’s it. Oh, fuck, I feel it shooting straight to my pussy. Oh, fuck, it feels good,” she cried out, trembling with excitement

“I’m afraid of hurting you Sam
antha,” he cautioned.


You won’t hurt me. I’ll tell you. But fuck, I do like it hard,” she moaned.

She pushed his face
back and let her left nipple slide gently down his cheek to his waiting lips. He opened his mouth, and captured it. He sucked on the engorged bud for a few moments before he gently bit down on its rubbery surface. He squeezed it as he did before.

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