The ABC's Of An After School Special

After we sent each other photos and spoke on the phone we knew that it was going to happen. There was that electricity when a real connection is made and you told me that just the sound of my voice made you wet. And you made me cum with your girly soft moans, which sounded much younger than you actually are - a fact that you said worked both for and against you in life.
But we knew we had to meet, so we set a date and time, but we didn't set exactly where - just at the University of Toronto campus. We decided that whoever found an available, relatively secluded classroom first would text the other one the location in clues.
As you search around in Woodwsworth College, you receive a text message that says simply: "Father, Son, Holy Ghost". You rack your brain, wondering what the code could mean - it's somewhere religiously themed, that's clear enough. Then it comes to you: Trinity College. But you don't yet know where in the building. You text me back the answer and receive the reply: "you just got your first 'A' - 2nd fl n crnr."
You make the trip over to Trinity College, down St. George. The cold winter breeze is blowing up your very short skirt and your not wearing any panties. It gives you goosebumps and makes you a little scared that your skirt will blow up and give the students a free show. This thought makes your nipples hard, but then, maybe they're cold too, under your jacket, with just a sweater and bra on.
Inside Trinity the building is quiet. It's dark out and there's hardly anyone around, not even people studying. You try the doors to all the rooms - no luck, no luck, no luck. 'click' - one opens and you step inside.
I'm sitting at my desk at the front of the room, reading a book. I'm wearing a shirt and tie, and blue jeans.
"Hi," you say quietly. We've never met and for a moment you're afraid that it might be the wrong person.
"You're a little late," I say. "But I'm glad you came. As I told you, I want to talk to you about your essay."
"I know," you explain. "I'm really worried about it. It's my last course and I need a good grade to get into grad school."
I smile at you. "Well, it's a very good essay."
You breathe a sigh of relief. "Oh, I'm glad to hear that."
"Except that I got the exact same essay from one of my students last year."
Your face flushes and your heart races - you've been caught and there's no way of lying your way out of this.
"I...I just was so overwhelmed: all the exams and essays. Plus I have to work. I freaked out, you know."
"I know it happens but I can't hand this in. If someone checks my work then I could be in a lot of trouble."
"I understand. But can you just fail me on the essay and not turn me in?" You rush up to me and grab my arm as you fall to your knees. "Please? I'll do anything."
"God, don't beg. I'm not going to turn you in."
"Really?"
"No. I wanted to talk to you because you're a top student and I don't believe in wrecking someone's career over one fuck up. I'm going to pretend that I lost your essay if anyone asks. And I'm going to give you an A in the course because that's the average from all your other work."
"Oh, my God. Are you serious? I can't ask you... Is there something I can, you know, do to thank you?"
"No, I don't want anything. Just don't tell anybody."
You rise to your feet, and as you do you pull my hand with you so that it brushes your thigh. You're looking in my eyes.
"I really want to. I've seen the way you look at me and I've been looking at you too."
"I know but..."
"I'm not your student anymore. As of right now."
I shake my head, "You are very, very naughty."
You bite your lip and nod your head. Something about that look immediately gives me an erection and you notice it there.
"And what happens to naughty girls, Teacher?"
"They get punished," I reply. "They have to write on the board 100 times, 'I will suck Teacher's cock'."
"Really? Alright, if that's what naughty girls do..." You go over to the board and pick up the chalk, allowing yourself one more look at me before you turn and start writing at the top of the board.
You can feel the air on your ass as your skirt climbs up and reveals it to me. It makes your nipples hard to think that I'm staring at your hot, round ass and that soon you'll feel the hard cock you've seen bulging in my pants. "I...will..suck...Teachers...big...hard...cock."
"That's not what I told you to write," I correct you.
"Why don't you come over here and correct it then?"
I walk over behind you and press your hand against the board, wiping off the words "big hard" as my "big hard" rubs against your ass. It's so wonderful and firm and my cock fits perfectly between your cheeks.
But you're up on your tiptoes and almost fall. I reach around to steady you and my hand finds your beautiful breast, cupping it.
"Oh, Teacher. Looks like you're naughty too."
"Keep writing," I tell you. "Until I say stop."
You obey and begin writing again. I slide down to my knees behind you, lifting your skirt with my hands. I lick the cheek of your ass and feel the goosebumps rise on it. Then I spread the cheeks of your ass and take my tongue so that the tip brushes your pussy lips - you moan softly.
"How can I write if you're..."
"Keep writing until you fill the board."
You return to your task, though your handwriting is getting more and more messy as I lick your pussy lips, tasting their salt, feeling them getting wetter and wetter.
I turn around and put my head between your legs, so that I face you from the other side, then take hold of your thigh with one hand and your ass cheek with the other as I massage your clit with my tongue. You moan and rotate your hips, setting the rhythm for my licking and sucking. Finally I push my tongue inside of you and your knees buckle so that your face ends up pressed against the board. But, hard-working student that you are you struggle to continue writing your lines on the board.
By the time you write the last line you are panting and your body is jolting with shocks of pleasure.
"Done, Teacher."
I climb out from underneath you and turn you around to face me and we kiss for the first time as my hands stroke your ass and then I unbutton your sweater so that I can feel your hot, smooth skin underneath. The tiny hairs rise at my touch.
"I want your cock," you moan.
"I want you to do what you're told, naughty girl."
"Yes, Teacher."
"What did you just write on the board," i ask.
"I will suck Teacher's cock."
"Well, then?"
Your hands are shaking as you fumble with my belt and then the button on my jeans. When you finally get it open you mouth is watering at the imagination of how it will feel and taste in your mouth.
I moan softly as you pull down my underwear and my stiff cock is released and flops out into your hand. You want to gobble the whole thing but you restrain yourself, licking it lightly, taking the head into your mouth, tasting the precum on the very tip. Then slowly you take it all the way into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat, your hands gripping my thighs.
"Oh, God!" I moan as you take hold of my balls with my cock buried deep in your mouth.
Then you begin to slide it in and out of your beautiful lips as I lean against the board for balance. With my other hand I stroke your beautiful hair and the soft skin on your face. You are sucking faster and faster now, your hand rubbing the shaft of my cock as your lips and tongue take it all the way down into your throat.
I don't want to cum this way though, so I stop you and pull out of your mouth.
"Bad girls need to be fucked," I tell you.
"Yes," you repeat breathlessly. "I want your cock in my pussy."
I help you up to your feet and lead you over to the desk, where I bend you over it, with your legs spread. Then, standing behind you I tease you with my cock, slipping the head just inside you to massage your labia and then your clit, slapping my cock against your pussy.
"Oh, God, fuck me, Teacher. Fuck me" you beg.
And I oblige, sliding my cock all the way inside you. Your body bucks at the pleasure and I have to hold myself from cumming right at that moment. Then I slowly pull myself almost all the way out before I slide it back inside of you. Each slow thrust sends electrical charges down your legs and up into your belly from your soaking wet pussy.
Then I pick up speed as I begin to thrust against you and you begin to moan. "Oh, fuck me, yes, yes."
"Are you my naughty student?" I ask.
"Yes, fuck me. Spank me, I'm so bad."
I spank your ass as I fuck you from behind at my desk and moan. Your pussy is so tight and wet. It feels incredible stroking my cock as I enter and pull out of it.
Now our bodies are slapping together as I reach around and rub your clit in time with our bodies, with my other hand on your breast. It's so hard and stiff and you're going wild with pleasure. I'm just trying to hold it together a little while longer but my balls are full up and going to explode.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh god i'm cummingi'mcummmmming." your body wracks and you wind your ass against me. It sends me over the top and I have to lean over you as I am taken over by the pleasure waves of the climax. It feels so good I want nothing more than to stay inside of you until I get hard again but someone may come and the building closes soon.
I kiss you on the neck and we both get dressed again. Then you shake my hand and smile slyly, before you kiss me on the cheek.
"Thanks for being so understanding, Teacher."
"It was my pleasure," I say.
"I hope that I get to take a lot more classes with you."
"I think that you will. Definitely. Some private tutoring is in order."
You giggle and slap my arm in jest, then turn and leave back the way you came. Your glad that you have a pair of underwear in your bag because it's cold outside and you're still very wet. As you walk past the other students on campus, you wonder where your next class will take place.

I Only Know You By Your Taste

I keep checking my watch as I ride in the cab and there's a whole herd of butterflies in my stomach. I'm worried I'm going to be late since it's already dark outside but a quick check of my watch and I realize that I'm right on time. I go to the Radisson Hotel as planned and book a room.
You're waiting in a cafe nearby when you get my text message. All it says is "209" but it's all the info you need. With your heart pounding you get up and walk out the door and the few steps to the hotel. You walk into the lobby and over to the stairs, nobody even notices you in your long coat. And definitely they don't realize that all you're wearing underneath are your panties and a bra - the rest of your clothes you removed in the cafe. The danger gives you gooseflesh and makes your nipples hard as rocks.
Up the stairs you climb and then follow along the hallway past all the other doors till you come to 209; it's slightly ajar.
You push it open and walk inside, then let it close. It's completely dark in the room, except for a small safety night light in the bathroom. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust.
I'm laying in bed, wearing only my briefs, and I'm silent. We've agreed not to talk and to never turn on the lights. We've sent each other enough photos to know that we find each other attractive but this is the first time we've been together in the flesh.
You hold your breath so that you can hear my soft breathing and I shiver under the sheet, knowing that soon I will feel your skin against mine. You bite your lip and stand a little bit longer than necessary in the darkness, letting the mystery and eroticism of the unfolding rendezvous work its magic on your nerves and senses.
Finally you can take it no longer and you make your way to the bed, feeling your way along the wall. Then you feel your way around the bed until your hand reaches the pillow, right next to my face. For the first time ever you feel my breath on your skin and it makes you sigh a little. It won't be the last time.
You take a deep breath - it's time to plunge in - and peel back the sheet and then climb in beside me, feeling the heat radiating off of my body. I can't resist and I break one little rule, whispering to you: "welcome". Gently, you shush me, your finger on my lips. Then you trace your finger down my chin to my throat, then to my chest and stomach and around to my back as we roll into each other and kiss for the first time.
You disappear into the softness of my lips as I am embraced by the softness of yours. Our lips part slightly and the tips of our tongues find each other in the dark and wrap one around the other.
Now my hand explores the curve of your hip and the arch of your back. It traces your strong ass and thighs and finds its way back up to your breasts, beneath your bra. With both my hands I unsnap the bra and push it back so that I can fill the palm of my hand with your beautiful breast.
You push hard against me, demanding more of my tongue and more of my skin. And I'm only too happy to oblige - I want you just as bad as you want me.
As our legs and arms become wrapped and twisted one around the other, your heart beat picks up more and more speed and you feel that pressure in your throat and chest, like you might explode. And it makes you want to bite me hard, to draw blood, to drink me. You grab at my back and my ass as our tongues dance over each other and we moan and pant.
"God, I want your mouth on me." The words come out of your mouth without you even trying. You've been trying to resist saying anything, to keep our little pledge but the hunger is too great. And I'm too overwhelmed to correct your error. I want my mouth on you as well.
I start on your neck, it's soft skin over strong muscle. So sensitive you whole body reacts to my lips and tongue and teeth. You feel your eyes roll back into your head and you gasp at the sensations radiating up into your face and over, down into your back.
From your neck I explore your collar bones, straight as a sculpture, enjoying their symmetry with my tongue. Enjoying teasing you with my mouth as my hands explore your body and your back arches, bringing your breasts closer to my mouth. And I want to take each of them in turn. I'm salivating at the thought of feeling your nipples on my tongue, of sucking on your breasts one after another as my hands stroke your belly and your thighs, tracing a path like a skater on a pond. Wondering when I'll plunge into the wetness.
I can hardly tear myself away from your breasts, their sweetness and their curves, the way your erect nipples feel brushing against my lips. But I'm drawn downwards, not just by my hunger but by the way your body is undulating, like a snake moving across the forest floor, your movement pushes me gently towards your legs.
Mmmm, and your flat belly tastes so nice - an appetizer for what's to come. I stop at your navel and swirl my tongue as my finger tips stroke your waist and hips and ass, treasuring its roundness.
I leapfrog over the hot furnace between your legs down to your foot, which I lick and suck as my hands tease the fire between your legs with gentle strokes and passes. Then I move along the roadway of your legs and map out its muscles and lines with my lips and teeth, until I reach your thighs. Your thighs, so strong and defined, and sensitive, demand the tip of my tongue. And they lead me to the place where I want to end up.
And I can tell that you want me to end up there too. You're moaning and writhing, your hips rising and falling as your hands work my hair like a potter.
Now I am here, perched over your fiery centre, so close. My eyes are closes and I breathe in, tasting the heat and the musk of you. I take the tip of my tongue and trace a path lightly along your outer lips, parting them ever so little. mmm, they are salty and silky soft. You inhale sharply and dig your nails into my scalp as your back arches more than ever. "Oh God, yes."
I drag my tongue once more across your increasingly swollen lips. Again you moan and arch.
"I want to fuck you with my tongue."
"Oh God, yes. Fuck me with your tongue. I want you inside of me."
We've given up any pretense of rules. Now it's just animal urges. It's just hunger.
I push your legs up and apart and use my tongue to spread your pussy lips farther still. There is new, salty wetness there. I am near the sea and I want to jump in so badly. I push my tongue into your hole and feel the shiver wash over your body - to the top of your head and back down. You are so wet now as you pull my head tight against you.
Now I slide my tongue in and out of you, as your legs rest on my shoulders and my hands explore your body. With your juices spread on my tongue, I share them with the rest of your pussy, massaging your clit, sucking on your lips. And your hips are off the bed now, rising and falling, we are in rhythm with each other.
I massage your clit with the flat of my tongue as I find your beautiful hole with my fingers, sliding one then two, then three inside of you. Now I finger fuck you and suck and rub your clit in rhythm. Your passion is rising and your breath catches in your throat.
"I want your cock in my mouth."
I obey your command and spin around so that I hang over top of you and you grab at my cock with your mouth. Your tongue and lips are so warm and wonderful that I am like a rock in seconds. It makes me tongue fuck you even more frantically, licking you from your clit to your asshole and back again. You are slick with saliva and all of your juices and we both moan with our mouths full to the brim with each other.
We are going wild on each other. I can't get deep enough inside of you as you stroke the shaft of my cock and suck on my balls and lick me between my balls and asshole.
"Oh, God, I want you to fuck me," you beg.
And I can't resist - I want to be inside your pussy more than anything right now.
We uncoil our bodies and you roll on top of me with a growl, rubbing my hard cock against your clit as you moan. You reach around behind you and take hold of my cock, rubbing the head against your pussy, getting it slick with your juices. Your clit is so hard I can feel it against the head of my cock.
But then you take the tip of my cock and push it inside of you. Your pussy is tight on me but you're so wet that I slip inside you as you lower your ass onto me, feeling my shaft disappear all the way into you. My balls press against your ass and a shiver rocks your whole body. With one hand you grab at your tits as your other hand strokes my balls as you slowly rise and fall on my dick. It turns you on even more to feel me slipping inside of you and you have to resist thrusting faster and faster. There is pleasure in that resistance. And I love to feel every inch of your pussy as I grip your hips and ass.
You lean forward and kiss me deeply as I lift my hips up to your ass and push myself all the way inside of you. Our tongues roll one over the other as my hands spread your ass cheeks and I feel your slick asshole as my cock disappears over and over into your soaking furnace.
I reach around and play with your tits with one hand as I guide your ass with the other, our bodies moving together in rhythm, like waves against the beach. Each time you come down on my cock, you rock your hips, grinding your clit into me.
"God, yes, fuck me." I tell you. "I love your pussy on my cock."
You moan at the words and pick up speed, until finally you lift yourself up to sitting and grind your pussy against my cock. I can feel the walls of your pussy inside of you as the motion of your hips pushing me from one side to the other. And your voice is rising as is your speed. The bed is sliding away from the wall and the headboard is banging we're moving so fast. But we don't care.
"Oh, fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy, yes, yes," you moan.
I roll you over onto your back and push back your legs. I want to get so deep inside of you now. Your grab your legs and free up my hands and now as I fuck you I stroke your clit in time with my thrusts. My balls are slapping against you as I thrust so deep inside of you but they're so full I can hardly take any more.
"Fuck me from behind, I want to feel you come in me from behind," you command and I am ready to obey.
I pull out and we quickly shift positions. Your ass is spectacular and just looking at it, with your head on the pillow, I feel like I could cum. But I slip myself all the way inside and begin pumping you. Immediately you become incredibly loud with your moans and screams. It's so fucking hot I can't believe it. I want to feel you cum, to feel your pussy tighten on my cock with an orgasm as I blow my load in you. I lean forward and reach around you, one hand cupping your incredible breast, the other stroking your pussy.
You arch your back at my touch and rise up so that you grip the head board of your bed, your body wracked with convulsions of pleasure - "yes, yes, yes, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me." And I do, our bodies slapping together. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming. God, yes," you tell me and then reach underneath yourself and grab my balls. You're caress, the feel of your pussy spasming on my fully loaded cock, the curve of your ass - it's all sending me over the edge. I can't hang on anymore.
"Jesus, fuck. Yes. God, yes. I'm..I'm...fuck fuck."
You let out one final wail of pleasure as you come up onto your knees, just as my balls release stream after stream of cum. It feels like every drop of fluid from my body is coming out of me as we both spasm and our bodies wrack with our orgasms and then we collapse forward onto the bed, covered in sweat and exhausted - for this round. It feels nice to lay on top of you with my cock inside of you and your ass against the bottom of my stomach. We kiss as the world fades out and the blackness of the room closes in on us again with its silky warmth. We will sleep for a little while but not long. We only have tonight and there's more to do. Much more.

The First Time I Ate You (I Never Knew Your Name)

You arrive at the appointed bar at the appointed time. You're wearing an outfit decided beforehand and sit in the area of the bar expected to read the book that you've planned. Ten minutes pass, then fifteen, as you sit and read, sipping your martini. You try to look calm, like a woman who's just come in after work for a simple drink but you feel the butterflies because maybe that's all you will be today.
You don't see me come in because you're forcing yourself into your book. I walk across the room to your table and sit down without a word. You look up from your book and feel the jump of your heart as we look at each other and know that we're actually going to do it, this thing that we've talked about and planned. But you, too, are silent. Without looking away from you I pick up your martini glass and drink half of it. Then I pass it to you and you finish it off. While you pack away your book I leave some money on the table for the drink. We stand and leave the bar, finding it hard to keep a normal pace, wondering if any of the other patrons suspect what we're up to.
From the bar to the park is a short walk, and across the park to the warehouse building not much further. Behind the empty building there is a dumpster that creates a small alcove near the loading dock. It is isolated from the vision of most but still tantalizingly exposed. You have chosen this spot yourself. You stop near the wall and face me but I'm already on you and our mouths meet for the first time, though we've never yet heard
each other's voices. I press you up against the wall as we grope at each other's clothes, desperately trying to get access to the skin and heat underneath. I turn you against the wall policeman style and drop to my knees, pushing up your short skirt. I feel the heat and dampness of you even from here. Then I bury my face into your ass, my tongue seeking out the honey liquid that I can smell on your pussy. You moan softly as I taste you and penetrate you with my tongue, making you slick and soaking. My hands stroke your thighs and clit. When neither of us can take it any more, I rise to my full height and slide myself into you from behind, pressing my hips against your wonderful round ass, my thighs against the back of your legs. I wrap one arm around your waist and another around your chest, stroking and squeezing your breasts as our bodies rock together, then my hand slides down to between your legs. I lick and nibble your neck as the passion rises between us. It's almost impossible to bear. I can hardly control myself long enough to feel your body shake with an orgasm that pushes me over the edge and I too explode with the incredible pleasure and fear of our encounter.
When we have recovered our senses, we pull ourselves together and leave the way that we came. Still no words. Words are for our next meeting.