She was waiting in the alleyway when Dr. Joseph's car came and picked her up. Her heart was thumping as she slid in, and her skirt scooted up to reveal the golden tan of her tantalizing young thighs and the soft, almost imperceptible down above the knee. Though she had no pubic hairs, oddly enough, she had a fine lint on her upper thighs, too fine to be noticed unless a man had his face right against her flesh. Instead of yanking her skirt down, the lovely girl let it ride up another couple of inches as the teacher's hand fumbled with the ignition key. She saw him staring in hot-eyed desire at her legs and knew she had him. To herself, she thought, I may be uncertain about what to do, but this is one man who will teach me in a hurry.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"I believe in absolute comfort when indulging in something like this," he told her. "A car is not the place to fool around, nor do I believe in motels where unwanted presences can suddenly make themselves known. Now, what about your parents?"
She explained to him about her mother's working late at the elementary school, and the fact that her father never came home until six. He looked at his watch and said, "It's two-thirty. We'll have an hour and a half, which should be more than enough time if you're to get home before your mother."
"Aren't you driving me home?" she asked.
"And have the neighbors see my car in front of your house? No, I'll make certain you get home safely, but I won't be the one taking you home. When indulging in something somewhat illegal, as this is, no matter how pleasurable, we must take steps to make certain we're never found out. This is why I had you take the bus to the alleyway," he said.
He drove through the alleyway to the other side, then made a sharp left, and soon was on a small road Jo Ann knew nothing about.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"In a suburb of Carlson," he replied. "Carlson is just next to Colton, and a nice, quiet place."
He drove for less than ten minutes, pulling off onto a second road, this time a dirt road. He drove for a hundred feet before they were surrounded on both sides by large hedges. Then he made a sharp left, bypassed one small house with a picket fence, drove across barren ground, came to another house, drove around the side, and pressed the button on an automatic garage-door opener.
"This is home away from home," he replied. "Unless you drive a car and have driven here at least twice by yourself, it would take an uncanny sense of direction to find this place."
He was right, because Jo Ann knew she had no idea where she was. He drove right into the garage, and as the garage door closed, a light went on.
He helped her out of the car and they walked into a small kitchen that was used very occasionally. He led her past the living room and directly down the hall to the large master bedroom. Ushering her inside, he said, "Under normal circumstances, if you were older, and I was the one doing the seducing, and I knew you had time, I would make drinks, cause you to relax and be nice and comfy. Unfortunately, time is working against us, and so you'll excuse me if I hurry things a bit."
"Sure," she nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed as he sat beside her, putting an arm around her. She automatically snuggled against him, feeling very comfortable even though she really didn't know the man at all.
Jo Ann's heart was beginning to pound all the more rapidly, and she freely admitted to herself that she was not only anxious, but frightened. She was taken totally by surprise when the man bent his head and gave her the first lover's kiss she had ever known, planting it smack-dab on her mouth. It was not a very arousing kiss as far as Jo Ann was concerned, nor was it enjoyable since he seemed to be hurrying everything. He did say they had an hour and a half. Gee! There must be an awful lot to learn in that time.
A moment later she felt the pressure of his tongue parting her lips, and she decided she liked that a little bit more. In fact, it was downright exciting. The man's probing tongue eeled around in her mouth, titillating her, causing little sparks of electricity to go off inside her, sparks she had never felt before. His tongue wrapped itself around her own lingual digit, taking total possession of her oral cave, rubbing the roof of her mouth as it established its authority.
Slowly Jo Ann opened her mouth in response to what the man was doing, and little by little her tongue came awake and responded, fencing somewhat unskillfully with his own tongue, but probing at it, nevertheless.
Dr. Joseph pulled her shoulders forward, then turned her so that she was cradled in his arms with her legs up on the bed. She gasped as she felt the weight of his right hand move slowly to her left breast. It felt so different when a man touched her than when she touched herself. It was so much better, a thousand times better, and titillating bits of static buzzed through her entire nervous system.
She continued to respond orally, kissing him strongly, thrusting her breast at his caressing hand, letting him know she wanted more. Emboldened he began expertly massaging her young, swelling breasts. She made no effort to stop him and so he lifted his hand and undid the top button on her blouse, then the next button, and soon had her blouse open. All the while she continued kissing him, writhing against him, responding as his hand reached behind her and undid her brassiere. Then his expert fingers slid inside and cupped her tiny breast, the fingers pinching the nipple and making her gasp.
She finally eased her young lips from his and stared at him, asking, "You won't stop, will you?"
His breath was already coining in gutturally hoarse gasps as he said to her, "Once a man gets started on something like this, Jo Ann, it would take one helluva lot to make him stop."
She was silent for a moment, smiling to herself with the knowledge that her young, as yet not fully matured body was enough to arouse this man, and she nodded, saying, "Thank you."
There was only one light on in the room, a small lamp plugged into a wall socket attached to the light switch, and in that dimness she saw the desire in his eyes. Sitting forward, she slipped her blouse from her arms, then allowed him to pull her brassiere off and toss it on the floor where she would find it, later. Boldly she leaned back a little, thrusting the small golden globes of her breasts, with their pink nipples at the man. The tiny breast points were already erect, making a direct accusation of their condition to the one at whom they pointed. She lay against his arm, then lifted her breasts with both hands, small as they were, as if offering him two apricots to appease the hunger she had caused to be built in him. Not even in her dream had Jo Ann done anything like this before. Not that she was the kind of girl to feel embarrassed at something like this. Still, it made her feel good to know she was having this kind of effect on a grown man who had played with all manner of women ranging from eighteen probably up into their sixties, because it had been rumored he had once been seen with Miss Prudence, a seventy-year-old spinster who until that time had been rumored to have been a virgin all her life. Just what had transpired between the dean and Miss Prudence was never really known, but the woman who had always looked somewhat uncontented before was now walking around wearing a wide smile, and rumor had it she had put the dean in her will for a large chunk of her estate when she died.
Jo Ann had been nervous at the start, but now that things were getting under way, she was surprisingly calm. Although the man was far more experienced than she, she felt a sense of superiority growing with the knowledge that her body was capable of arousing him. She was certain she would be able to arouse just about any man.
Something was happening inside her body. She felt it. There was an excitement she had never known before, a throbbing in her veins and a pounding in her chest. Her throat felt dry, and there was suddenly the blossoming of a pulse between her thighs.
Jo Ann had never felt more alive in her life. Yet, there was that feeling of incompleteness, a longing for something new, different… something she was unable to define.
The dean placed his hand on her bare, small sensitive breast, and she felt static electricity charge through her as never before. Nothing she had ever experienced had felt so pleasurable before. She was unable to believe it. It was fabulous! Fantastic! Wonderful! All the self-touching in the world was incapable of making her feel what she was enjoying at this moment. God! It was utterly breathtaking.
The lovely young girl groaned low in her throat as Dr. Joseph lowered his head and kissed her throat, Then he kissed her lips again, his tongue washing through her mouth as he captured a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pressed. Sizzling bursts of lust, like blasts from a machine gun, charged through her young, quaking body.
He was breathing harshly as he kissed her, and she found her own breath matched his in harshness. He pulled his mouth away from hers, and she felt an overwhelming sense of disappointment as he seemingly tried shoving her lovely body from his, off his lap. But the let-down was short lived as she realized he wasn't shoving her away, just making her back off a little so he was able to lower his mouth and put it where his hand had been playing. Surges of rapture charged uncontrollably through the lovely young blonde when she felt his lips seeking, and finally finding her breast. The soft suction, the gentle nibbling on her sensitive nipple made all previous feelings fade into total insignificance.
"Hunh… unh… anh… oooonh… ohhhhhh… " she moaned aloud, aware that here, in this isolated house, she wouldn't have to hide her emotions or keep her shouts of joy hidden. Surges of ecstasy roared through her quaking body as she moaned, "That's wonderful… that's wonderful… oh, yesssss… that's so wonderfulllll… "
Now he was seemingly trying to swallow her entire breast, and because it was such a small breast he really had no trouble. The powerful suction of his mouth added to the pressure of the rough, hot edge of his tongue as it washed against her nipple repeatedly was driving her completely out of her mind.
Jo Ann was so completely lost in what she was feeling, what she had prompted and initiated, it came as a surprise when Dr. Joseph's hand moved with a certain sureness between her tender young thighs beneath her skirt and touched the soddenly damp material that was the crotch of her bikini panties. Instinctively, she clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping his firm hand. The teacher, aware of her reaction, knew she wasn't frightened, but needed to get used to his hand, and for the moment contented himself with merely a gentle rubbing. Jo Ann gasped, aware this was one man who knew what to do and the right way to do it.
When the older man shifted his body, Jo Ann suddenly became aware of something unusually hard, long, and thick throbbing against her arm which now was pressed into his lap. She felt the anxious little thrusting movements of the man's abdomen, and suddenly realized this was the man's penis, his cock! Good gosh! It was a lot longer and harder than she had ever imagined. Was it possible he actually fitted the full length of something like this into a woman? If so, was she, a young girl, capable of taking it, too?
As she thought about it, wondering about the next progression in their physical relationship, she abruptly realized something was happening down there between her tantalizing thighs. The teacher had inserted his strong, long middle finger between the elastic of her legband and her body and was pushing the finger deeper so that the ball of it was rubbing against the bare flesh of her pussylips. His finger slid up the length of her pink slash, touching her clitoris, and a ten thousand-volt shock coursed through the young girl's quivering body. Oh God! So this was what it felt like. It was so wonderful she felt an inner sense of anger at her parents for hiding it all from her. Out of defiance, then and there, she determined she would learn anything and everything there was to know to further her education in this field. She had to know… everything! She had to indulge in everything!
Without her being aware of it, her legs had been parted that much more by the experienced teacher. She didn't resist when one of her legs slid off the bed onto the floor, leaving her virtually spread-eagled, with her virginal crotch open, unprotected, defenseless and incapable of resistance, not that she had planned on any.
A raging forest fire had been kindled between her thighs and was spreading as if a hurricane was blowing it through a maze of trees that had not been touched by rain for months. The fire would roar totally out of control unless she was able to keep her mind clear and concentrate on something else.
The professor's mouth was trying to totally devour her small breast. She felt his teeth pressing into her soft flesh. It was almost painful, not quite, but it was thrillingly arousing. God! It was beautiful! That tender pain was shoved into the background of her consciousness as her vaginal flame ignited as if gasoline had been poured on it, moving like a prairie fire through her virginal territory. Vaguely she wondered how it was possible to feel so totally aroused without reaching an orgasm. God! She wanted to climax, she needed to, she had to… either that or she would die. She was screaming in her mind, Harder! Don't stop! Keep going! Harder! Do anything, anything! Just put out the blazing fire in me… make the feeling burst open… make me blow up… make me come!
His finger played her body the way a virtuoso played a delicate musical instrument, not yet plunging into her tight little tunnel, but rubbing across the vertical smile of her lower mouth as if the digit was a bow and her body was a Guamerius violin being used by an artiste playing The Flight Of The Bumble Bee. The desire built in Jo Ann to such heights, she found breathing all but impossible. But it didn't matter to her. Nothing mattered to her, nothing at all!
Then, abruptly, with no warning whatsoever, just as those wonderful storm clouds in the center of her body had started building into delightful thunderheads, clouds that would bring the cooling rain to douse that raging torment within her, the dean stopped completely.
He was panting heavily, as if he, himself had run a cross-country race. His strong, vibrant body was trembling, and the grinding motions, the see-saw movements of his lower abdomen had grown so overpoweringly strong it almost caused pain to her ribs. The man's saliva was running down his dry, constricted throat as he attempted to swallow.
Admittedly the man was aroused. He had never thought it would be this good with such a young girl. Sure he had wanted to try one. Every man, at one time or another had the hots for a pretty young thing. Hell! In Asia and Africa girls younger than this one were already married. He had never thought he would have the chance to make it with this gorgeous young thing, and even when she had all but blackmailed him into it, he had been certain that while it might be fun, it would, in all probability never approach the kind of enjoyment he had gotten from the older girls. But he had been wrong. He had felt the need for her fill him up, and he realized she was no less desirable, in fact, probably more desirable, than any of the other girls and women he had known. He also knew that a good part of it was attributable to the girl herself, and not just her youth.
Jo Ann felt his entire body trembling. His hand was shaking like that of an old man suffering some kind of shaking disease as he took her hand and placed it on the bulge of his penis throbbing beneath his pants.
Well, there it was. At last! She was clutching a man's cock! This was the moment for her to find out just how great everything was. She had come this far, and she had to go the rest of the way and discover everything for herself. Her voice was low, a soft whisper as she murmured, "Dr. Joseph?"
"Yes, Jo Ann?"
"Teach me! What do you want me to do?"
For a moment he was so lost in the pleasure of feeling her small, girlish hand squeezing his cock, he merely sat there open-mouthed and panting as if he didn't understand. The man seemed lost in a daze of total passion.
"Please… Dr. Joseph… show me… please… darling,… " she used the word carefully, not wanting to offend him… "I've never done anything like this before. I told you. I wanted you to be the first. So show me everything that has to be done."
The man gulped as he came back to his senses. Then he shifted her lovely body slightly to the right and she felt his hand fumbling with the zipper on his trousers. The metal teeth whispered as he continued fumbling a bit more. Then, very suddenly, she felt the hot, hard length of solid flesh almost burn against her bare back. The dean tugged her youthful body toward him and his tongue dredged deeply into her mouth. As he kissed her, he once again placed her hand on his phallus, only this time she was touching it with no clothing blocking it. The instant she touched it, Jo Ann was certain this was not the same object she had felt confined inside his trousers. It was much too large. No man alive was capable of keeping something this long, this thick, and this rigid inside his pants without it being visible when he walked. She squeezed, and the dean groaned.
In her mind, she thought back concerning the sounds she had heard in her parents' bedroom, recalling hearing her father say something about "squeezing it hard." She must have been overhearing him tell her mother to squeeze his cock hard. This was the dean's cock, so she tightened her fingers around it. This made the man groan with undeniable pleasure.
She tugged with her fist, and surprisingly she felt the outer casing of skin move, soft and pliable in spite of the hardness it surrounded. Like the scruff of an animal it moved with her tugging hand. She felt the hard ridges beneath the skin, and the penis itself was pulsating as if it were a long heart.
"Unnnnhhhh… aaaaannnnnhhhhh… yesssss… that's it, little girl… you have the rhythm… aaaannnnhhhh… " he panted out loud.
She began moving her hand rapidly back and forth, and as she did so, she became aware of the fact that the organ was getting both, thicker and harder. At this point Dr. Joseph was making no attempt whatsoever to fondle her or kiss her. He simply lay back on the bed, propped up on his elbows, his mouth hanging laxly open, looking like a man on the verge of passing out.
Jo Ann's arm, wrist, and hand were beginning to tire of this vigorous exercise, especially considering the awkwardness of her position. She stopped her stroking for a moment in order to seat herself more comfortably on the bed, and as she did so, she was surprised to hear the man groan in what seemed like near-pain, sounding as if he were strangling, "Don't stop now, you little bitch! Keep going… go on… "
Jo Ann was well aware that her own satisfaction was very much dependent on her pleasing this man, and she so desperately wanted to please him. Finding a slightly more comfortable position, one she was able to achieve and grab his cock with either hand, she switched to her left hand and continued tugging on the massive length of cock, this time able to look at it as well, and be nearly awestruck at its dimensions. Within seconds, she had regained her earlier rhythm, and she saw his testicles also sticking out of his fly, the sac bouncing up and down against the zipper, Reaching down with her right hand, she cradled the weighty balls, aware of the smoothness of the skin in spite of its wrinkly appearance. She was panting as she pulled, moving lower and lower until she was kneeling in front of the bed on the floor, her face over his body at belt level. Her chin was mere inches from the swollen purple head of the great throbbing organ, and she was able to inhale the musk coming from him. Each upward tug on his penis seemed to jack her head down the minutest fraction, bringing her countenance that much closer to the cock.
The excitement was once again building uncontrollably in Jo Ann as she discovered that doing was as much fun as being done to, as she realized a good part of her inner excitement stemmed from the knowledge that in bringing him pleasure she was exercising a measure of control over him, and for this short period of time, she was the ruler, not he. The idea that she was able to gain control of this man so easily added fuel to the fires of her own inner arousal. The internal blaze was roaring totally out of control by now, unstoppable, uncontainable, seeping through the hidden gullies in the depths of her womb and belly. Oh God! She wanted to feel that cock inside her! Yes, yes, she had come here to be fucked, wanted to be fucked, had to be fucked. She wanted anything… anything at all… just as long as the inner fires were finally put out.
As the head of his bobbing phallus came closer to her girlish lips, it seemed to swell monstrously. The tiny little opening in the center of the mushroom like head had expanded until it looked open enough to fit the eraser on the back of a pencil in there. The dean, staring at her, knew what had to be on her mind at this point, and decided to make it up for her. Balancing himself on one elbow, he reached out with his other hand, cupped the back of her head, and tugged her lovely girlish face closer to it, saying, "Suck it, Jo Ann, suck it!" His voice was a frantic plea.
For a brief moment the beautiful young honey blonde was revolted at the mere idea. But if this was what he was asking her to do, then it was obvious it was something others had done, it was one of the many, many things she had to experience. Her mind raced back to the moments when he had been sucking on her breast, licking her nipple, and she recalled the deliriously enjoyable feeling, and she felt the need to return the favor.
Obediently, she bent her head and opened her little puckered mouth. She wanted to ease it in slowly, to savor the texture of it and taste it, but the dean gave her no chance. He shoved her head down, cramming the thick log of flesh all the way to the back of her mouth. She thought she was going to choke, and her fist gripped the base of the huge organ and squeezed, shucking her fist up and down as she lifted her face and sucked on the head. But the man wasn't content with her lips around the coronal ridge. He had to have every last little bit of cock inside that delightfully seething young mouth. She gagged as, with a savage movement which almost caused the head of his organ to butt against her tonsils, he pushed her face down, and unable to control himself, the man shouted.
Her mouth was suddenly bloated with hot, spurting thick white cream that shot repeatedly from the tip of his penis like a never-ending gusher. The white oil was quickly swallowed to keep her from strangling. She choked and continued gulping, but he was shooting too much too quickly. When his hand left her head, she lifted her face and took her mouth from the spurting organ in time to get a face full of sperm. The spewing white fluid hit her on the forehead, splashed against her cheeks, spattered into her eyebrows, spat against her chin, and spotted her nose and lips. Some of it fell against her neck and dripped down onto her breasts, and one drop hung from her nipple like a milky drop of perspiration, though it never fell.
"Oh, hell!" the man muttered when he had recovered from it, somewhat. "Jesus, look, Jo Ann, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. It's just that you affected me so strongly, I went totally out of control."
He fell back, lying on the bed with his legs hanging over and his feet on the floor, his limp penis lying against his open fly, still oozing more white oil, itself covered with the sperm she had been unable to swallow. He was breathing hoarsely, uncontrollably, and the penis slowly deflated until it was no larger than an oversized, very wrinkled sausage. His hands tightly gripped the bedcover, and slowly, little by little his breathing returned to normal. For the dean of boys it had been an unparalleled experience. This inexperienced young girl had blown him better than any female he had ever known.
Standing, Jo Ann found a box of tissues and used the tissues to wipe the come-cream from her chin, face, and forehead, as well as her throat and body. The stream of hot liquid from Dr. Joseph's cock had in no way put out the raging torrent of flame in her own vagina. They roared unabated through the virgin forests of her young body, burning desolately in the far reaches of her vaginal wilderness.
Sighing, Jo Ann instinctively believed the fun and games were over as far as the teacher was concerned. Her own inner fires would continue to flare higher. The man had come in her mouth, but she hadn't felt resentful about it. Oddly enough, she had even liked the taste, a little. She supposed it was a good thing she had been able to bring him some relief. After all, she had conned him into this, and she was the one to blame for their being here. She had ignited him higher, faster, and farther than he had aroused her. But dear God! Internally, she was on fire, and she felt like screeching and crying. She ached to dig her fingers into her vagina and claw the orgasm out of her. She needed it… needed it so badly.
All these thoughts raced through her mind as she finished using the tissues on her face and body, wadding them up and throwing them into a nearby wastebasket.
"Just give me a few minutes," he told her getting to his feet.
He went to the bathroom, and she heard him emptying his bladder, after which he washed his groin carefully to rid itself of the stickiness adhering to it. When he emerged from the bathroom again, he had removed his own clothing. He was totally naked. She had to admit, he looked good. His body was firm, with some slight hair on the chest, a fairly flat belly, and strong thighs. His cock continued flopping flaccidly between his legs.
He tugged the coverlet from the bed, then lifted her up and made her lie on it. He lay down beside her, and kissed her very gently, making the desire in her intensify even more. His hands wandered over her, touching her ultra-sensitive breasts, tweaking her pointed nipples, making her aware of how painfully sensitive they still were. But God! It did feel good! He had her lying full length on the bed now, his hand stroking her flanks.
She lay there with her eyes tightly shut for the moment, waiting for something else to happen. She felt him lean down and take her shoes off, but he left her socks on. His fingers ran over her legs again and again, and when she finally opened her eyes, lo and behold, that thick, beautiful prick was beginning to swell all over again. It did so slowly, obvious in need of additional stimulation. At the moment it bounced up and down on his thighs, twitching like the tail of an angry lion about to leap on its prey.
The totally naked man reached down, undid the zipper on her skirt, and yanked it from her slender form. Then he pulled her sodden panties off as well, and she was as naked as he.
Once again Jo Ann was all ablaze inside, but she was frightened, as well. She feared he would once more lead her to the brink and then leave her dangling.
He was on his knees now, moving closer to her as she lay there, his penis once more approaching her face, its semi-flaccid state letting her know it needed her oral stimulation if it was to once again become the proud spar it needed to be to bring her the kind of pleasure she had been anticipating. She lay there, eyes wide, staring, a helpless bird being confronted by a huge cobra. The snake was coming closer, closer, closer… by now almost a familiar charade. He wanted her to suck him again, damn it. Even so, she opened her mouth to receive it.
Abruptly, with the first oily, saline taste of his organ, hot and throbbing against her tongue and palate, she wanted it all over again. Fear left her. This time she had the feeling she would indeed be satisfied.
At that moment the teacher made what, to Jo Ann, seemed to be unusually awkward movements. He was kneeling above her now, but his ass was facing the headboard and his feet were on either side of her head as he, himself faced toward her own feet. The beautiful young girl had to tilt her head back somewhat to keep the massive instrument locked in her mouth. As she sucked eagerly on his cock, he slowly began lowering his buttocks, driving the pulsating rod deeper and deeper into her mouth. The head touched her gullet-opening, and after pausing for a moment, slowly, strongly began forcing its way inside. Jo Ann thought she was going to choke. Little gagging noises came from her mouth. She had to place her palms flatly against his hipbones in an attempt to push him away to keep from strangling. But before she had a chance to push him away, she felt the first gentle kiss of his lips, hot and strong, against the wet opening of her love-starved cunt.
Insanity took hold of Jo Ann. Her mind whirled with glorious sensation as the dean's tongue began slithering through her aching slit. This had to be the single most glorious thing the beautiful young girl had ever experienced. She moaned as ripples of wanton pleasure spread throughout her body, and when his tongue applied itself to her extended clitoris, she was ready to hit the ceiling with delight, His tongue moved from that extended bit of nodule through her slash, across her perineum, and lapped at- her anal opening, licking quickly like the tongue of a thirsty dog. Suddenly the man changed technique and his lips became a sucking vacuum cleaner at her tantalizing vagina. For a moment she thought he was going to suck all her internal organs from her body. Then his tongue was forcing apart the fleshy, hairless lips of her lower body, widening the wet furrow between them. Without further ado, the man drove his tongue into the seething depths of it, and she tried screaming in delirious joy, but with the cock locked in her gullet, all she was able to do was moan. She clamped her soft, young, warm thighs tightly against both sides of his moving head. She felt the pressure of his ears against the soft flesh of her inner loins, and she gurgled out a, "Ggghhhaaarrggh!" when, in a moment of passion, the man nibbled away at her ultra-sensitive clitoris.
Jo Ann reacted instinctively, attempting to give him even more pleasure with the pressure of her own tongue, but his huge cock was outlandishly thick and much too long. It was a pile driver, banging uncontrollably in and out of her mouth. She was making gasping, gurgling noises. In fact, she was choking. It was impossible for her to take it any longer. She felt herself suffocating. Soon she would die. Her fingers clawed anxiously at his flat buttocks in an effort to make him pull his cock out, but she had no nails, and thus the pressure of her fingertips digging into his flat, almost hairless back cheeks only egged him on until his cock was buried so deep in her narrow throat that his pubic hairs were pressing against her chin and his balls were covering her nostrils.
But by now it no longer mattered because things were beginning to take place in the depths of the girl's cunt. The tip of his working tongue was circling the quiveringly erect clitoris. His mouth continued to suck, pulling the soft, warm folds of her inner vaginal flesh against his bared teeth and into the burning cave of his anxious mouth.
Jo Ann was completely at the man's mercy, totally lost. But she was a love slave willing to die from this kind of love. Nothing existed for her at the moment but the flaring fire in the seething depths of her quaking cunt and the sausage of pleasure delving that much deeper into her throat. Her back was an arched bridge as it bent upward toward the dean's eager lips. Her feet slammed flatly against the mattress repeatedly, making it shake, but she didn't feel any vibrations, and then, incredibly, that which she had been seeking was taking place. It was an explosion the magnitude of which was incredible to believe. It was the most indescribably beautiful thing to ever happen. She gargled as she came, her voice totally blocked because of the thick phallus continually clogging her pretty little mouth.
Her legs flew wide apart, kicking this way and that as the convulsions began in her interior and spread through her abdomen to her chest, and then radiated from her extremities. The contracting muscles of her innermost sex spat out great gouts of lubrication, hitting him in the face and he hurried to suck and drink as much of it down as his hungering mind became aware of how unbelievably clean and delicious the little girl was. He was unable to remember when he had last encountered a girl who made a point of keeping herself as clean as this young girl.
He continued hungrily licking, and she continued spasming, one orgasm mounting on top of another. But the beautiful young girl felt a sudden sense of disappointment when the man finally pulled his cock from her mouth. Even as she lay there, totally senseless, overpowered by the rapture that had swelled through her, she reached out with her hands, trying to grasp it with the hope of once again returning it to her aching mouth. She sought it like a blind, unweaned calf wanted its mother's udder.
But the phallus was gone for the moment. The man had moved his body away from her. Was this all? Was this the way he would end it?
It seemed unfair. She had come here to lose her virginity, and she didn't want to settle for oral sex, no matter how good it was.
Opening her eyes, she looked at the man who was now kneeling on the bed, panting, staring at her. His face was oily with the secretions she had shot into it. For the moment she had no strength to talk to him, to tell him what she wanted. He sensed it, and rising from the bed, left the room.
For the moment she assumed this was it! No more sex! Her ears picked up the sound of him pottering around in the kitchen, and if she'd had the strength, she would have gotten up and gone in there and begged him to return to the bedroom and complete the satisfaction.
A few moments later he returned with a cup of steaming instant black coffee, He sat beside her on the bed, helped her to a sitting position, and held the cup to her lips, saying, "It's not the best-tasting stuff in the world, but the caffeine will stimulate you and help you regain your strength."
Regain her strength? For what? She looked at him, wondering what was on his mind, then shrugged and leaned forward, sipping the coffee. He was right about one thing. Black, unsweetened coffee tasted like garbage. God! How was it possible for people to drink that garbage? Shrugging, she took another sip; then another, closing her eyes, feeling it flow through her, and in a little while, she felt her strength beginning to return.