College Diary- 3rd Entry

      Okay, so a lot has happened lately. Apparently, my boyfriend is a snoop. He got into my laptop while I was showering the other day. He looked at my browser history and went to this blog. I hadn’t logged out so he was able to see it. That was my bad, I guess. I made it private so nobody could see it. But I didn’t count on people sneaking into my laptop. I mean, seriously?! That has never happened to me (that I know of). What’s worse is that he broke up with me over what he read. Well, I guess that part is understandable. But I would have broken up with him over snooping on my laptop. That is messed up imo. I don’t know. So he is there yelling at me to get my shit and get out. This time he DID call me all kinds of names. It was bad—very hurtful. Nothing I have said in this blog has been to hurt him. This is really just for me. But his ego was too fragile I guess. Don’t they say women really are the stronger sex? That’s what my mom used to say all the time after she and dad fought. I always thought is was a mother thing.

Anyway, that’s not all that happened, tho. I was crying bc I was angry and sad. It hurts to be the dumpee. So I got back to my room and Morgan was there. We still hadn’t talked—it had been almost a week at this point. It was getting bad. But when she saw me, it was like the fight never happened. She hugged me and rubbed my hair. Then brought me to her bed so we could talk while she held me. She apologized and so did I. She was so sweet. She said that we are best friends and always would be. That that was what was most important, to be there for each other. And she hugged me a lot. I told her all about what happened. And she listened. She started to get angry but then calmed down when I told her it was for the best since I probably couldn’t be with someone who looks through my stuff like that. She reassured me. Told me what an asshole he was and that I was better off. Then we started talking about other things, basically everything we hadn’t been talking about the whole week we weren’t speaking. And then we stayed up hours talking like we used to. It was great. It was such a relief to be friends again. And I was feeling so glad that we weren’t fighting anymore. And I kept telling her how much I had missed her—even tho I saw her everyday!

We had been talking for hours when it happened. We just started kissing which was weird at first but then I kind of liked it. I don’t know how it all happened. Maybe it was bc it was so late-I think it was like 3 or 4 am. But then we were really making out. Morgan had her hand up my shirt and was doing something with my nipple that felt nice. Not squeezing it hard like Conner would. Then she was sucking my nipple and just like with the kissing I felt weird at first but I didn’t want to just stop bc that might hurt her feelings and she was so nice to me that whole night about the break up thing.

Then she took my hand and laid it on her breast over her shirt. It was kind of cool. Her’s are smaller. They were lighter than mine and squishy. Not as heavy and thick as mine. Then she took off her shirt and asked me to try sucking on her nipple. To just try it. That I might like it. I thought I would just try. Her nipples did look cool. Her areolas (?) were so much smaller and lighter than mine. Mine are bigger and darker red. Some guys say they’re sexy but I’ve always been self conscious about them.

So I sucked on her nipple. I tried to do just like she did to me and like all the guys I’ve ever been with have done. Except I didn’t bite. I don’t like that so I didn’t do it to Morgan. She seemed to like what I was going though bc she moaned lot. Then she stopped me and unzipped my jeans. I was kind of surprised by that but I guess I shouldn’t have been. I mean, we had been making out for like an hour at that point. I was thinking that when were done I would go to the bathroom with the vibrator anyway. But she stuck her hand down my pants just like guys used to do in high school and started fingering me and kissing me. And she WAS kind of like a guy bc she was really getting into it. But doing that with my pants on felt weird— like we were still in high school or something and afraid to get caught. I mean, we’re in college. We’re adults in our own dorm room. We had privacy. So I stopped her to pull my jeans off but she freaked out bc she thought I was freaked out. And she was apologizing over and over and I told her to chill. And then I took my jeans and panties off and laid down on my bed and spread my legs for her. Then she got it and she smiled. It was weird though bc I had spread my legs like that for many guys but I hadn’t really felt that good about it the way I did at that time spreading them for her.

But anyway, she jumped on her bed all happy like and kissed me first then went down on me. It was so weird- but in a good way. I had only ever been gone down on once before by my first boyfriend in high school. But he only did it for like two minutes before putting the condom on and getting on top of me. I really didn’t know how good it could be.

So she licks all over my clit, which I’ve still never seen, and fingers me slow. She does something with her tongue—it was smooth and soft and flat and then it was pointy and sharp. I don’t know. It felt really good. Then she stopped and I thought she wanted us to switch so I could eat her out. I was game for anything at this point. But she told me to lay back down, that she wasn’t done.

So I did and she went and got one of her vibrators. This one was longer than mine and a little wider. What was weird was that she didn’t turn it on. She just slid it slowly inside of me and out again but not all the way. And licked my clit the whole time. Then she started doing something specific but I couldn’t tell you what. All I know is that she would push it all the way in me and then kind of angle it up and down and then pull it out only a tiny bit and do it again. She did that for only a minute or so and then I came soooo hard. Seriously! I had never come that hard before by myself with my vibrator. I totally screamed which made her laugh.

Then I said that we needed to switch, that it was only fair. She asked if I was sure and I said yes.

But I will write about that after class. Gotta go.

      Thanks for reading!

College Diary- 2nd entry

Morgan said she liked my vibrator so much she went out and bought one just like it. I thought that was a little weird bc she has three already. But then again, I guess it’s kind of weird to have three vibrators.

Anyway, I have been trying to suggest different things with Conner to try to make it better for me. He was into it at first, about me making suggestions. He called me his little sex kitten. I suggested we try it in front of the window or something. Just something to spice it up, ya know. He liked that one. And it was exciting for me. His apartment is on the third floor. No one from the street saw us but I saw this guy watching from his apartment across the street. And he started playing with himself. I know it sounds gross, but that kind of turned me on. I liked that someone was watching me be fucked and enjoying it. But honestly, the sex itself wasn’t much better. Maybe even worse. Getting it from behind while almost standing up (to give a full frontal view of my tits to the neighbors, Conner said) takes away some of the length of his cock that can be inside me. And he doesn’t have much length. It’s kind of a challenge keeping it in. Which is a turn off for me. But I kind of rubbed my clit at the same time and that helped me come. And Conner loved that I rubbed my clit. And that guy across the street did, too.

So then I suggested we buy a vibrator together which was good and bad for Conner. He loved going to the sex shop with me. He almost did me right there in the place. He told me there are some places that have rooms in the back that you can rent for an hour. But this place we went to wasn’t like that. They just had merchandise. I even saw a couple of new vibrators that I wanted to try out by myself. I didn’t tell Conner that, though. I feel bad enough as it is.

We were using the vibrator for a few days and it seemed to be going well. I mean, I was loving it. Even if he fumbles around, he can’t mess up to bad since it’s a vibrator.

But I guess I was liking things a little too much. Or he noticed that I can come pretty hard now with the vibrator. I don’t know. I just know that he got mad one time during sex and then couldn’t keep it up. He got REALLY angry then and told me to get out. I was shocked. I almost broke up with him over that. He didn’t call me names or anything. But he did kick me out. That’s a pretty sucky thing to do in my opinion. I calmed down as I walked home, though. He can’t help it that he has a small penis. That’s not something he could choose. And he probably realized that I had used a vibrator before because of the way that I was getting into it. And then that made him get soft. After I thought about it, I felt really bad.

And then Morgan started laughing so hard when I told her about it. I mean really hard. I tried to explain to her that he can’t help it but she wouldn’t listen. She kept teasing me about his size with her pinky finger. And then she did it right after I came out of the bathroom after “rubbing one out” (I’m telling you—I am totally a guy!) which made me all embarrassed because I had just come and then she was making that joke so I figured she must know what I have been doing in the bathroom all these times. I started yelling at her. Telling her shut up which only egged her on, I guess. But she just wouldn’t let up. And then I yelled for her to shut the fuck up and she got all mad and said that I couldn’t take a joke and stormed out. I was already asleep when she came home hours later. That was two days ago and we still haven’t spoken to each other. I kind of sucks. I miss her. She’s my best friend, after all. But I think she should apologize. I mean even Conner did. If he can apologize to me, then so can she.

Class is about to start and I think the guy sitting behind me might be reading over my shoulder so I should go.

Thanks for reading!

College Diary-1st entry

         So I don’t really know if I should really be doing this. But I type so much faster than I write. And I always have my tablet or my laptop with me. So I might as well type my journal instead of hand write it. Who hand writes things anymore these days, anyway? It’s like caligraphy- this special skill. Only the poor kids w/out a laptop in class can write for any long length of time. I probably couldn’t write for very long if I tried. My hand would cramp up like it did in the SATs.
         But the real question is whether I should really be making this an online journal. I have it set to private, but you never know. Everything can be hacked.

What I wanted to write about was that I feel guilty about masturbating when I have a boyfriend. Maybe I should ask a sex blogger about this or something. But do it as anonymous. But the point is, I went out and bought this vibrator. It was a dare from my roommate. She said they are amazing but that I would never know since I had a boyfriend and was probably too prude to ever own one until I was forty anyway. It was the prude comment that got me. Just because we always have sex at my boyfriend’s apartment and she never sees it doesn’t make me a prude. She joked a few weeks ago that IF we did it, we probably only did it missionary style. I told her that wasn’t true, that we did it in lots of positions. And that Conner really loved to have me on top the most (I have big breasts). She didn’t believe me.

But anyway, I bought the vibrator to prove her wrong so that maybe she would stop giving me such a hard time. I’M the one with a boyfriend after all. She wouldn’t even need a vibrator is she had a boyfriend!

I started using it during a break in studying last week. Morgan was at the library and I was studying for my first test in my 19th century English Lit class but my head was full and I needed a break. I didn’t want to get sucked into tv bc then I would never get any studying done. That’s when I thought of the vibrator. I took it out of its box and locked the door to my dorm room. Morgan was just going to have to search for her keys if she came home.

I got undressed and turned the vibrator on. The thing was so weird. And cold. I wasn’t used to that.

Then I kind of laid it between my legs and that felt good. Then I put it inside of me and that felt weird so I took it out. But apparently my body liked it bc it was all wet when I took it out. I laid it back on top. I guess that is where the clitoris is but I don’t really know.

Or I didn’t. I kind of do now. I still haven’t seen it. And I can’t bring myself to get a mirror and be all vaginal monologues about finding it. But I seem to like it the best when the vibrator is touching me up top above my, ya know, hole, I guess.

It really didn’t take long—only about five minutes of it just laying there on top of my invisible clitoris for me to come. And boy did I. I can’t believe I actually thought I was having orgasms with Conner this whole time. Don’t get me wrong the sex feels good but not like this.

Anyway, I have been masturbating with the vibrator everyday for the last week. Even on days when Conner and I have sex at his apartment. Sometimes I have to sneak it into the bathroom with me and turn on the shower or sink so that Morgan won’t hear me. At least I think she doesn’t hear me. I try to be pretty quiet about it when I do it.

And now I have gotten pretty fast about it, too. I am like those jokes they make about old guys coming really fast-though that really applies to young guys, too, bc Conner has never held it longer than 20 minutes. And that was with him really concentrating. Maybe he was thinking of dead kittens or something to not come. Because if sex with me for him is like the magical vibrator is for me, then yeah, I would have to think of dead kittens or global warming or something to make myself not have an orgasm. I can come in like 3 or 4 minutes now. I really am like a guy.

But what’s funny and kind of scary is that I had never masturbated before— never. I never touched myself or anything back at home. And I guess I still don’t. I just put the vibrator against my clitoris and then slide it up inside me a few times then back against my clit for awhile and bam, orgasm.

So, yeah, I really don’t know if I should be feeling guilty or not. Shouldn’t I only enjoy sex with my boyfriend? But then I think ‘women’s empowerment’ and all that and think that it’s okay that I play with myself.

I don’t know. Maybe I’ll try to make the sex with Conner better.

Okay, I have to go to class.

Pleasure Cruise Lines: Tally Part 3

"Now ladies, I present you with this toy.  Do with it what you will," Mark said as he ceremoniously presented it to Tally.

Tally took the huge dildo and stared at in awkward silence before Kylie rubbed her body against Tally's while taking the dildo from her with a gentle touch.  She put it down on the side coffee table and looked at the men expectantly with her arms delicately crossed.

After a beat, she explained.

"Gentlemen, while my body is primed for amazingly athletic sexual feats, I am afraid I will require all of you to move this large coffee table.  Heavy lifting is not very lady like, after all."

All three men chuckled and rose from their spots.  A moment later the space where the table had been between the men and the entertainment was empty.

Kylie took Tally's hand and pulled her to the ground with her.  Kylie then straddled Tally keeping her hand flush against Tally's warm and pale cheek.  She bent down as if to kiss her but went to her ear instead.

"Sweetness, no worries.  I'll take care of you," she intoned in a breathy voice.

Tally smiled with relief as Kylie brushed her lips and went to her pale, encased breasts and unclasped the front closing bra with a quick motion.  Tally's little white tits with their soft rose colored nipples spilled out.

Mark watched as Kylie took one nipple and then the other in her mouth, sucking them hard.  Each little nipple came out of Kylie's luscious lips erect and a deeper shade of pink.  Her hands led the way as she kissed and licked her way down Tally's torso.  Kylie turned her body around so that she was straddling Tally's head, her pussy lips inches from Tally's lips. 

Tally let out a small moan as Kylie's tongue made its first contact in Tally's crotch.  And then in a startled motion, as if just remembering she was supposed to do the same, Tally lifted her head up off the ground, her tongue leading the way to lick Kylie's bare pussy. 

Mark shifted further down the couch so he could watch Tally lick Kylie.  Bill and John moved toward the other end.  John was gently stroking his cock on the outside of his pants.

#

Kylie's beautifully round ass was perched for perfect viewing.  Mark could see the outside of her of outer lips glisten as Tally licked all around.  The light caught the wetness in her inner lips.  She was very wet on the inside as well.  Tally pushed two fingers inside Kylie's pussy hole. She slid them in and out slowly.  Mark imagined his own cock going in and out just as Tally's fingers were.  

He shifted as his penis was becoming uncomfortably large.  He made the command decision to be the first of the men to undress.  He was the host.  It was good form.

He got up and stripped, not making eye contact with the men just yet.  He couldn't bring himself to stop watching Tally fingerfuck Kylie.  She wasn't doing much licking anymore as she seemed to be too distracted by what must be an amazing job by Kylie.  Tally's moans were growing louder and she squeezed her little breast. 

Mark was about to burst.  They hadn't even touched the dildo yet.  And it was all he could do to not jump in and fuck the both of them as hard as he could.  But there would be time for the that soon enough.  They five of them would be doing all kinds of fucking before the evening was done.  Mark would make sure of that.

John and Bill rose from their seats and were following Mark's lead.  Once naked, John got on his knees and placed his cock where Kylie's head would be if she lifted it up from between Tally's legs.  He wanted to fuck her mouth. 

Pleasure Cruise Lines: Tally Part 2

Pleasure Cruise Lines: Tally Part 2

Mark awoke in his empty bed the next morning sated, for the moment, at least.  He reached for the ship touch panel entertainment tablet and booked Tally for that evening.  He definitely wanted to sample her again.  There was something about her, something authentic that drew him to her. 

Her scent, her beauty, her youth, or a combination of all three, Mark wasn't sure.  But he wanted more.  He could foresee being able to push her boundaries a little and getting true, delicious reactions from her.  Yes, that would have to be arranged for tonight, he thought.

Breakfast came minutes after he ordered it.  A hot shower left him refreshed and ready to do some business before putting it aside and indulging in all manner of decadence. 

Tally was decadent.  She was ready, willing, and able in the best possible sense.

A pleasant ding sounded as the reminder about his upcoming meeting came up on the wall screen.

"I know, I know.  I coming," he muttered to himself.  And then tilted his head as an idea took hold.

#

"To a successful partnership," Mark announced as he raised his glass of bourbon.  The two men raised their glasses in agreement.  The gentle clinking sounds melded perfectly with the soft swaying of the medium sized ship and the purple and peach sunset surrounding them.  The sea air kept it from being sweltering.

"Gentlemen, I have the preliminary paperwork in my suite.  And if you like, I have a suggestion for a celebration of sorts.  There's a girl from the ship's inventory that is exquisite and that I would be willing to share with you, my new partners."

The two men assented and followed Mark back to his suite.

"Bill, John, make yourselves comfortable while I order dinner and the girl," Mark said.  The grin on John's face spoke to his eagerness for the night's entertainment.

"Are you sure only one girl is enough?" Bill asked politely while pouring himself a drink.

"Good point.  I'll order two," Mark replied.

He tapped a few times on the tablet and sat on the couch. 

The men made small talk for the ten minutes it took for the two ladies to arrive.  Mark opened the door and was treated to the bright smile of Tally.  He could tell she was eager though he could see her tense when she saw the two men on the couch behind him. 

"A whole party?" she asked softly, her voice betraying her nerves. 

"A whole party," Mark replied as he motioned them in and put his hand on the small of Tally's back to walk her to the living area.

The other girl trailed behind, dark and sultry, a nice compliment to Tally's light coloring. 

"Well, I love a whole party, myself," she said with an Aussie accent. She flipped her hair flirtatiously as sat down next to Bill, rubbing his chest and batting her eyelashes.

#

Mark smirked as John's head moved back and forth between Tally and the other girl as if watching a tennis match.  He was practically salivating. 

"What is your name, honey?" John.

The sultry girl arched an eyebrow in a way that oozed sexual confidence.  John's pants rose. 

"Kylie.  My name is Kylie."

"And you?" John asked, turning his head to look at Tally next to Mark on the end of the couch.  Tally had her hand on Mark's knee.

Mark took Tally's hand and kissed it before answering for her.

"This lovely creature is Tally.  We met last night."  Mark felt his own erection rise as he stared into Tally's innocent eyes.

Tally went in for a kiss and Marks hand fondled her breast while enjoying her mouth.  He enjoyed her breast but was also acutely aware of John and Bill watching.  Her body was moving into his.  He pulled away from their kiss before things could get too far and the only show his partners would get would be him and Tally fucking.  Urgently fucking.  It would be hot, yes, but not what Mark had in mind for the opening act. 

"Tally-"

"Tally Davies," she quickly interrupted. 

Mark thought it was cute how she remembered that.  He also filed away quickly in the back of his head that he would need to shut down her attachment before it got too strong.  The young ones always got attached. He would shut that down.  But not tonight. 

"Tally, why don't you and Kylie stand there in front of us and give my new partners and me a show.  A strip show."

Mark raised his glass towards his partners. 

"A striptease!  Great idea, Mark.  Let's get this party started," John said.  He clapped his hands and rubbed them in excited anticipation then settled back into the couch while shifting his pants quickly to adjust for his clearly erect penis. 

Tally hesitated briefly before Kylie took her hand and led her to the center of the room.

"Tally, sweetness, you must be new.  Come over here."  Kylie positioned her and then mashed their lips together, taking Tally off guard.  Tally pulled away and giggled. 

"I love it.  Now get those clothes off, ladies," John ordered.

Tally seemed to lose her initial hesitation as a sexy smile spread across her face.  She peeled her skin tight top off revealing the tops of her pert breasts that were encased in a pink satin pushup bra.  Kylie followed suit and unzipped her barely there little black dress.  The top part of the dress came down. 

"Nice!  Don't you think, Bill?" John playfully punched Bill's shoulder without letting his eyes leave Kylie's huge breasts bursting out of her black lace bra.

Kylie continued removing her dress to reveal a black garter belt holding up her black fishnets.  Much to all three men's delight, no thong or anything else stood between their eyes and the beautifully bare slit that was the gateway to her waiting pussy.

She stepped out of her dress and then looked expectantly at Tally.

"You're so pretty," Tally exclaimed.  Tally stepped toward Kylie to go in for a kiss but Kylie stepped back before she could connect.

"You're not done," she said as she pointed to Tally's skirt.

"Oh, right."

Tally stepped back and pulled her skirt down in a too-quick motion. She had the tiniest thong, only thick thread, really, draped around her hips.

Mark felt his cock grow at the thought of what he had in mind for these two beautiful specimens in front of him.

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"Exquisite.  Didn't I tell you?" Mark said before continuing.  "Now, ladies, I have something in mind.  I am going to hand you something in just a moment and I would like the two of you to pleasure each other with it.  Only the two of you.  John, Bill, and I will only watch for this portion of the so called program."

Mark was more than a little turned on as Tally's expression turned to worry.  Kylie looked excited.  She had clearly been around the block and was aware of the parameters of her job description.

Mark got up from the couch and went into the bedroom portion of his cabin.  From the drawer to the cherry oak dresser he retrieved the twenty four inch long and two inch thick ribbed dildo.  He was going to love watching the girls take it with each other from the same thick, fake cock.  Each pull and push of one would affect the other.  He adjusted his own pent up cock before returning to his place on the couch. 

NAKED Cheerleader

NAKED Cheerleader

By Kendall Swan

A Romantic Words Publishing, LLC book

Copyright © 2009 by Kendall Swan

Cover Art © 2009 Romantic Words Publishing, LLC

Jordan was sweaty from practice.  It was raining outside causing practice to be moved to the large hallway by the office.  It was the only hallway big enough for the whole squad.  They usually practiced in the gym on rain days but the girls volleyball team had practice there today as they usually did twice a week. 

They couldn’t practice their jumps and there wasn’t enough ventilation but Jordan still liked the hallway.  It allowed students, teachers, and the staff from the office to get up close and personal with them.  They would walk by as the team was stretching and doing the splitz or showing off their obviously sexy cheer moves.  The girls were usually more scantily clad during practice wearing only sports bras and short tight spandex shorts. 

Jordan could feel their eyes wander to her crotch as she stretched or to her breasts or ass if she bent over.  What was funny was how the staff from the office such as the principal and vice principals, all men, would linger the longest. 

It seemed they all had very important things to say to Ms. Hayden, the girls’ coach.  Of course, they never kept eye contact with her for very long while chatting.  And the roll of her eyes and harsh attitude she had after they left told us she wasn’t very fond of their mental fondling. 

But Jordan was.

She loved it.

She would spread her legs even further and further apart when they showed up.  A girl has to stretch to stay limber, right?

She would look intently at whichever middle aged man was checking her out.  They always seemed to love that. 

This went on for weeks because of an unseasonably rainy fall during Jordan’s senior year.  The team was stuck practicing in the office hallway every other session. 

The girls had just finished up for the day, or rather, night.  It was close to seven in the evening.  Jordan had to run to the restroom and when she came back all of the girls were gone as well as Ms. Hayden. 

She finished putting her practice poms in her bag and took a big chug of her sports drink.  She was walking passed the office towards the parking lot when Mr. Rainey stepped out of the office with his coat on and briefcase at his side.

“Jordan. How are you?” he exclaimed excitedly. 

His attention immediately made Jordan blush.  Mr. Rainey had been helpful to Jordan’s academic career by recommending her for the honors courses in both English and Math.  Jordan wasn’t sure if it was lust or altruism or a combination of the two that made him want to help her so much.  But she was grateful.  Her parents were so impressed she’d been moved up. 

She remembered the first time he called her to his office to talk about it.  She thought she was in trouble.  She was being called to the vice principal’s office, after all. 

He was very quick to reassure her and came around  to rub her shoulders.  She was confused by this at first but then relaxed and enjoyed it. 

He was into her.  Why was that a surprise?  She was young and hot and about to be legal.  Jordan had checked him out as he returned to his desk chair to discuss her classes.  He seemed really fit—no belly like most of the adults in the school.  And he only had a hint of gray hair around his temples. 

He must be about forty she had thought at the time.  She later found out that he was only thirty seven. 

“How are your new classes working out?  Doing okay?” he asked as he placed his briefcase on the floor inside the office. 

“Great.  It’s hard but more interesting.  Thanks for all of your help.  The classes will really help with my GPA and college,” Jordan said.

Mr. Rainey put his arm around her shoulder.  His touch was gentle and his fingertips were soft.  He pulled her to face him. 

“Jordan.  You have so much… potential.”  His eyes were staring deep into hers as he spoke with earnestness.

“I just don’t want to see that go to waste.  Why don’t you come to my office and we can… discuss your future,” he said.

Jordan was momentarily freaked out.  She had been fantasizing about seducing an older man for a couple of years, but she hadn’t figured it would be a vice principal from her school. Slowly, the fantasy took hold in her mind with Mr. Rainey’s face and body instead of a nameless man.  She felt her body heat up at the thought.

He gently slid his hand down her arm and clasped her hand.  He led her back to his office.  The other offices and cubicles were empty because of the late hour. 

Jordan’s heart was beating harder.  She felt excitement and adrenaline rush through her veins.  Her breasts became sensitive and they suddenly felt entirely too squished in inside her sports bra.  What would he do to her?  What could she do to him? 

Her pussy grew wet with anticipation.   This was really happening, wasn’t it?  She couldn’t believe it.  She suddenly felt like the athletic, full-figured woman she was in body if not yet in mind. 

They were almost to his office and as he rounded the corner still holding her hand she glanced down and could see cock bulging out against his slacks.  He must wear boxers, she thought. 

The thought of him taking her on his desk excited her.  She felt her pussy muscles clench in anticipation and a giddy smile crept across her face. 

They reached his office and he pulled her in, shut the door, and shed his coat.  They faced each other and he put both hands on her shoulders.

“Jordan, you are such an amazing girl.  Woman, really.  Different from everyone else.  I have to tell you, so you finally know.  I’ve wanted you for so long.  Your body…oh god.”

His hands slid down both her arms and rested them on her hips. 

He continued, “I don’t know how you feel and I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want to do.  But if you want to explore this, we should do it now.”

“Mr. Rainey…”

“Call me Mark.”

“Mark.”  Jordan pushed her body up against his so that her breasts in her tight sports bra were pressed up against his chest.  He only stood a few inches above her.  His hands brought her hips up against his crotch and she could feel his hard cock through his slacks rub against her belly. 

She brought her arms up and wrapped them around his head. Then she tilted her head and went in for a kiss.  His soft lips embraced her mouth as his wet tongue plunged inside.  Their bodies were wrapped around each other. 

Jordan could feel her pussy pulsing.  She couldn’t wait much longer.  She wanted to be fucked, hard.  She was a hormonal teenager, after all.

She pulled away and stepped towards his desk.  She pulled her shorts and panties down in one movement revealing her small, dark brown thatch of hair above her clit.  She then pulled her sports bra above her head letting her pert c-cup breasts with tiny, pale pink nipples flow free. 

Mark stood staring at her body lovingly.  His hands gently reached up and cupped her breasts.  He bent down and sucked one perfect nipple, swirling his tongue around it gently. 

Jordan inhaled sharply.  She had never felt that sensation before.  She wasn’t a virgin—she had done it twice and had played with herself countless times.  But she had never experienced pleasure through just her nipple before.  This night really is about education, she thought. 

Marks hands slid down her body slowing slightly to grip her waist then down to her hips.  He pushed her back and propped her naked body up on the edge of his desk.  Jordan could feel cool papers and file folders touching the skin of her ass. 

He knelt down and spread her legs forcefully.  Then he began massaging her clit softly with his thumb.  Jordan moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. 

Mark’s hot lips and tongue touched her outer pussy lips and Jordan felt her entire body come alive.  It was as if his tongue was a secret key needed to unlock all of her senses at once. 

He lapped at her and pierced his tongue inside her lips, tasting her sweet, hot juices.  She leaned back on his desk, completely taken in by yet another new sensation.  She had never been eaten out before and she loved it.  This will be a requirement for all guys, she thought. 

He plunged two fingers in her entrance while whipping her clit with his tongue.  She moaned helplessly.  He pulled and pushed his fingers in and out of her while going to town on her clit.  His thumb would graze her rosebud every time he went in.  Jordan would nervously clench shut each time, squeezing his fingers tight. 

Jordan had her eyes shut but she could hear him undoing his buckle and pants.  She was losing control.  Her arms were flailing all around his desk sending papers flying. 

“God you taste good,” he whispered.  Jordan could barely hear him over her own moans.  Then all of a sudden she was gripped, her whole body seizing as he licked and pumped with his hand, pushing harder and harder.  Jordan came like she never had before.  Her scream was loud and animal like. Her pussy lips writhed and clenched his fingers as the waves of pleasure past through her pristine body. 

Mark slowed his pumping and pulled his face back from her crotch.  He wiped is mouth with his sleeve.  His other hand was still moving up and down and Jordan notice he was jacking himself off.  He stood up.  He had a condom in his hand and slipped it on. 

“Mr. Rainey! Oh god!  I…” Jordan exclaimed breathlessly. 

She sat up and put both hands around his hard cock.  It was longer than she expected.  Mark leaned in and kissed her deep. They kissed passionately and Jordan had to put one hand around his neck to keep from falling back.  She was pumping his cock while they were kissing.  He put a hand over hers and they pumped it together.  She felt the fingers from his other hand snake their way from the base of her scalp through her hair.  He gripped firmly and kissed her even harder, their tongues dueling with urgency. 

Mark pushed forward with his hips and the tip of his cock reached Jordan’s gate.  He removed her hand and pushed inside her hot wetness.  Their eyes locked as she enveloped his cock with her sex. 

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Please,” she replied.

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me.”  Jordan grinned playfully as she held on to him.  Their eyes remained locked as he slowly pulled out and then pushed in again.  Mark increased his tempo and then nuzzled her neck.  Jordan held on tight as he thrust harder and harder.

“Your body is so sweet, Jordan.   I could fuck you forever.”

Jordan wanted to answer with something witty to impress him but she was being taken over with pure sensation again as his cock rocked her. 

She leaned back on the desk and shut her eyes.  She felt his hands squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples.  The pinch sent a zing through her body.  She braced herself on the desk and squeezed her muscles around his large cock.  He was barely able to make it inside her and she felt small bits of pain when he was at her deepest parts.  But she was so turned on. 

For a brief second she realized what they were doing, that she had cum on her vice principal’s desk and now he was fucking her harder and harder.  She opened her eyes and saw the mess they had made.  It was so exciting.  Someone might catch them.  But he wanted her so bad he wanted to take that risk, she thought. Jordan squeezed his dick even harder. 

Her fingers were hurting from holding onto the edge of the desk.  Mark was staring at her with what could only be pure lust in his eyes as he pounded her.  A deep moan escaped his mouth.  He had both of hands over and around her thighs, her polished toes flailing in the air to the rhythm of his cock.

Jordan was feeling no pain as she was being taken.  She felt that same sensation creep up.  It started near her clit and then spread outward through belly, legs, arms.  She opened her eyes and saw that Mark’s pupils were huge.  It looked like he was high on ecstasy or something.   Just then he let loose and pounded her.  She screamed that same animal sound as she came.  She felt his cock grow even longer as he pounded his final cumming thrusts inside of her.  They both opened their eyes at the same time and smiled. 

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Fine.  I mean, great.  You feel so good.  And you can do it for so long.”

Mark laughed.  “Yes, that’s one of the advantages of being older.” 

Mark pulled out, slid the condom off and threw it in the wastebasket.  Jordan inched off the desk.  Her pussy lips were visibly swollen. 

“Do you have some tissues?”  Mark handed her the box and they both cleaned themselves up on got dressed.  Mark wrapped his arm around Jordan’ back and pulled her close to him.  He kissed her tenderly which she enjoyed. 

“I’m sorry if I’ve taken advantage of you,” he whispered, their faces still close.

“No, no.  Don’t feel bad.  This was great.  Consider it a tutoring session.  You did show me some new things.”

They smiled and Jordan headed out of his office with Mark following. 

“I need to get home before my mom freaks out.  Have a nice night.  See ya around,” she said as she picked up her bag and headed to the parking lot.

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