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Willing Rape?

gottoloveme on Teen Stories

His hand quickly runs across my body as I watch his fingertips brush my skin lightly. The fire that has been smoldering in the pit of my stomach seems to follow his touch as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. Wetness splash out between my legs when his hand gently massage my tits. He leaned down to kiss me when suddenly instead of loving words all he could say was Beep….Beep….Beep.

 My eyes popped open to see it was 7:30am and I realized there was no passionate lover, not for this virgin I guess. Awwww man I forgot to turn off my a

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larm clock for the weekend and now there was no way I could get back to sleep. With a reluctant sigh, I dragged myself out of bed to get dressed. I rummage around my messy dresser to find an outfit that would finally get me that boyfriend I have been waiting for. I stood in front of the mirror as I stare intently at my naked self; a head of short chestnut brown hair, dark brown eyes above slightly pink full lips with a lovely golden complexion, farer down a decent pair of 36b breast that look huge compared my tiny waist, and the flare of my hips that smooth into my shapely long legs. Not bad, I muttered to myself as I pulled my green mini skirt up my legs and to top that off I threw on a smug green t-shirt. I just didn’t understand it, where is my prince hiding and why he isn’t here to take away the curse of being 17 and still a virgin.

I rushed downstairs to wolf down my little brother’s cereal when he wasn’t looking and searched the house for my beloved daddy who was going to take me to work today. I bullied him out of the house and into the car in seconds, the sooner the better; I couldn’t wait to flirt with that new cute apprentice that was working for my dad. My hopes were crushed when the trainee called in sick that day so no flirting for me and without that to keep me busy, I just tinkered with the pens on my dad’s desk until I felt like boredom was going to come up behind me and just strangle me to death. My brain was going to explode when my daddy dropped in to ask me if I could go buy lunch for all the workers which of course I would do. I needed to escape and it wasn’t a bad way to go. I grabbed a twenty on my way out and asked the guys (all in their 30s and 40s, so they were of no interest to me) what they wanted to eat and of course being the manly men they were all said barbeque. I knew exactly which barbeque place they meant too because well this wasn’t my first time getting lunch for the workers.

So to Kate’s barbeque I went. The place was full with the lunch crowd from the construction workers to the stuffy office pencil pushers. After a long wait full with leer grins from the construction worker and bright blushes from the pencil pushers, I finally got to the counter where I quickly made my order just to find out I was a few dollars short. Embarrassment blossomed in my cheeks as I showed the cashier that I just had a twenty but to my great relief, he smiled understandingly as he told me it was alright if I just came back later and paid him then. Gratitude sweeten my smile as I went to wait for my order on one of the back tables, I just kept thinking it was really kind of him to do such a thing for me. With my head resting on top of the table, I gazed at the friendly cashier. He had the lean strong build of a swimmer and a very endearing smile that just made you want to hug him. His stark black hair was cut close to his head but instead of looking brutally dull, it emphasized his vividly blue eyes and made him intensely adorable. I let out a little forlorn sigh as I wonder why I couldn’t get a man like that, good looking and sweet. Even long after I picked up my order and thanked him again, I couldn’t stop thinking about that guy at Kate’s.

After my dad’s shop closed for the night and he was heading home, I told him I was going to hang out at my friend’s house near by and I was going to catch my own ride home so just go on without me. As I was locking up the shop, I decided it was a good time to pay back that charming cashier on my way to Tracy’s house but I had to hurry up because the sun was setting and to be out at night wasn’t a very safe option. I got there just in time as the cashier was closing the drapes and just about to leave. I rushed in and proudly gave him the money that I owed him. He listlessly held the dollar bills in this hand as if he had no idea what in the world it was. Uneasy, I barely tapped his shoulder when his incensed eyes snapped up to mine. He gripped my arms as he glared into my eyes. He snarled as he growled out, “You think you’re so hot, don’t you bitch?!”

 Bewildered I just stared at him blankly. I stuttered, “What the fuck are you talking about?” his eyes drilled into me as his labored breathing brushed my bangs out of my face. “You think just because you’re hot, you can treat men like shit. Well YOU CAN’T!” he roared. This man was fucking insane was the thought was just ran over and over again in my head. “I don’t treat men like shit, I promise.” I whimpered. He didn’t even blink; he just kept on staring at me like I was the lowest piece of crap on earth. He started shaking me in his frenzy, “I know girls like you, prancing around like a goddamn slut in that mini skirt! God you’re just like my girlfriend, always acting like she’s all that.” My knees went weak at the insane fury in his voice as his nails dug even deeper into my arm. His outraged rant went on, “God, How dare she fucking leave me for my BEST FRIEND!!!! I mean after everything we been through, she fucking leaves me for my goddamn best friend.”  I found my voice again to ask him “who the hell is she?”

Before I even finished the sentence, he backhands me with such force I thought my head was going to snap off. All my strength drains down into a puddle at my feet and all that was keeping me from following it down was his remaining hand still holding me with a death grip. Tears from the sting sprang to my eyes as for a second he grew silent. Then without a single warning, I found myself pressed up against the wall with his savage mouth bruising my lips. My hands desperately pounding down on his back as my mind screamed this isn’t how it was supposed to be, my first time is be loving and tender….TENDER!

My scream was muffled by his tongue when I felt his hand urgently mangling my tender breasts. I was gasping and panting from my struggles as he slides his rough tongue down the side of my neck as my breasts were wildly mauled. A disturbing tingle charged my skin as my body begun betraying me. I shut my eyes in shame as I felt the hot liquid of desires seeping through my panties. My mind disgusted with its host, demanded that I struggle harder and stop being such a pushover. But before my body could follow such orders, his hand caressed my swollen clit through my soaked thong and everything in my mind went blank. To satisfy this aching sin hidden within me gained importance. I gingerly buried my fingers in his smooth short hair and slowly began returning his kiss. For a second he froze with shock at my slow but sure change. With both our mouths connected, he carried me to a cleared table and lay me down with my legs limply wrapped around his waist.

Despite my breathy protest, my panties were shoved aside as his hand coaxes my dripping cunt to pour, persuading my heart to race, and goading me to rock my hips. For a split second, I closed my eyes and just took it all in, the scent of his musky sex lingering in the air, the feeling of cold table on my back and a human inferno on top, how terrifying and yet so fucking exciting this all was. My eyes flew open when I felt seven inches of hot rock hard cock on my tummy, I have never wanted anything more then to stop the sweet pain swelling in my tight virgin cunt at the sight of his big fat dick. He teasingly stroked his cock against the pouting lips of my pussy as I laid there whimpering, not knowing what to do just knowing that’s that cock will stop the pain. He moaned as he relish in the feeling of the head of that beautiful cock sliding into my tight cunt but he completely frozen when he felt the only proof of my virginity blocking his path. Self loathing and guilt darken his eyes as he attempts to yanks himself out of me but my legs held him still with his cock still barely in me. Surprised, he stared down just to be enthralled by my needy eyes, unable to believe what was going on. Frustrated and overwhelmed, I laid there panting with tears of desperate passion blurring my vision but baffled about how to stop this excruciating itch. Angry pleas burst forward from my swollen lips as I begged him not to stop but still he stood there his face impassive. I grinded my teeth together as the throbbing ached through me.

 Left with no choice, I screamed at the top of my voice, “You stupid fuck, no wonder she left you for another guy!” It was like watching a dry tree touched by a single spark, one second nothing and then everything ablaze. A roar booms through the room as his furor exploded, his hands pinned me down to the cold table as he mercilessly tore through my hymen and cruelly deflowered me. My body stiffens as the pain dug in but it was lost in the greater sensation of the pleasure of being so complete and the knowledge that I’m not a virgin anymore. My back arched to push more of him into my cock-hungry pussy as a new awareness made me feel every inch of his dick as it surges in and out of me. His pace quicken and the thrusts were nearly violent, my body responded to him by tightening somewhere deep inside of me. My breathing got labored as I felt my body reaching for something I didn’t understand but knew I needed. Digging my nails deep into his back, I felt my cunt tighten on his cock making him force it in me even harder. He went rigid as he lets out a primitive bellow then I felt him shooting his heated seed deep into me. The feeling of him cuming was too much and my body exploded with light as I screamed my own climax.

For a long time, all that was heard was grasps for air from the both of us but too soon an awkward silence shrouded us. He wouldn’t look me in the eye as he angrily wrenches himself out of my embrace and aggregately gets dressed. I just laid there on the table top dazed at what has just happened to me, my skirt flipped up revealing a little puddle of cum under my mewing pussy and my cute little t-shirt dangling around my neck with my breast already starting to show the dark bruises where his hands had been. I trembled with so many raw emotions, feelings of shame and disgust but also of a pleasure that still courses through my blood and of a deep sense of contentment. No more virgin thank you very much. It was absurd to think of such a thing when you just got raped but he stopped and I kind of forced him into me so does that mean I raped him? Oh gosh if he stops and I push him on does it still counts as rape?

I promptly hopped to my feet, a little sated sex bunny, and properly without hesitation, I straightened my clothes. With my mind set, I marched up to the unknown lover who was still bumbling with his belt and tapped his shoulder. Surprised, he snapped his head back to meet my determined eyes, his eyes a mixture of anguished remorse and satiated lust. I boldly demanded to know his name and what does he plan to do now that he has stolen my virginity. Stuttering he clumsily told me his name was Daren and that he’s s-o-o-o sorry about what just happened.

Smiling serenely, I reached out and held both of his hands in mine as I stared deep into his eyes telling it was alright. He searched my eyes for some inner suffering but all he saw was a lovely glow in my smile and slightly wicked eyes which made him bulge in his pant again. The compassion in her eyes made the whole story spill from his lips before he could even stop it. “My girlfriend of three years just up and dumped me for my best friend and I guess it drove me crazy but still that’s not excuse to have……” “Aw, you poor thing.”  “Well it’s just when you walked in with that damn mini skirt and tight shirt; it was like something just snapped in me and I couldn’t stop myself and then I found out you’re a virgin and god…” he paused and took a long breath before he bravely declared, “If there is a baby, I’ll take full responsibility and I swear.”

Nonchalantly I brushed his statement away, “I’m on the pill so don’t worry” “But you’re a virgin, why are you on the pill?” “It helps regulates my periods” “ooooooh” He chuckled nervously. I composedly asked him, “Are you looking for a new girlfriend because as it would seem, you owe me big time buddy.” I cocked my head slightly to the side with a smug grin awaiting his answer. “And this way, I can consider this as our first date instead of what the police would call it.” Add in a bit of blackmail just to guarantee a yes. His eyes widen with shock. I thought to self, you know maybe the blackmail wasn’t such a good idea but oh well, I’m desperate.

Then his face dawn a smile so bright it was almost blinding. “I can’t believe a gorgeous girl like you is still single but it would be my greatest pleasure to cure that.” Bowing he took my hand and placed a sweet gentlemen like kiss on it. And of course me feeling so lady-like I reached down lower and gently stroked his hard on.

 

Teacher's Pet

shyshannon on Teen Stories

Thanks to my friend, mentor, and editor, BrettJ for his help with this story.
His encouragement, keen eyes, and naughty PMs helped me write this story.
Enjoy and don't forget to vote!

Teacher's Pet
By Shannon Ray © 2005

Dean had lost track of time trying to get his students’ science tests graded. When the phone rang, he looked at the clock. It was six o’clock. He sighed; he hated being interrupted when he was concentrating on work. He grabbed the cordless and answered the call.

“Mr. Wagner?” a soft, but flustered femini
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ne voice came from the other end.

“Yes?” he answered; hoping it wasn’t some irate parent on the line.

“Mr. Wagner, this is Melinda Phillips, Megan’s mom. I need a big favor and was hoping you could help me out.”

“Hello Ms. Phillips. What is it?” he asked.

“The hospital called and wants to know if I can work tonight. I really could use the extra money Mr. Wagner. I can’t find a babysitter, and I rather not leave her all alone at night. Could she possibly stay with you?”

Dean considered it for a minute. Megan was his favorite student this year. He knew how much her mom was struggling after the tragic death of Megan’s father just a year ago. Her request was unusual, but he hated to turn her down.

“Yes Ms. Phillips that will be fine. Bring her by when you’re ready,” he said, trying to hide his annoyance.

It was Friday night, not that he had any plans, but once his work was done, he could kick back and relax. Dean was an attractive man of 36, short dark brown hair, brown eyes, a small dimple in the middle of his chin, and he had a rugged look to him. The only excuses he had for not dating after divorcing his wife seven years ago, was his sons and going back to get his Master’s Degree. Not very convincing excuses, at that, he knew. He’d had a few dates, but none of the women ever meant much more than dinner and an occasional fuck.

“Oh, thank you so much Mr. Wagner,” she said excitedly and they said their good-byes.

While he was waiting on Megan to arrive, he went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. He was lost in thought; Megan had come a long way since the beginning of the school year. He knew 8th grade was tough for any kid, but she was really struggling when she started in his class. Her father had been killed in a car wreck the year before, and she had barely passed 7th grade. Her mom had sold the house and moved to Hopewell, thinking a change of scenery would help her daughter.

Ms. Phillips worked two jobs just to make ends meet. When she worked the eleven to seven shifts at the hospital, she often left Megan with him after school, until she got off work. It was his idea. He could see how much they were struggling, and wanted to help out. Megan was the same age as his middle son; he had three, who all lived with their mom. She was like the daughter he never had. The extra time spent with her seemed to pay off, she was an A/B student now, and more importantly she was coming out of her shell and making friends.

Megan and her mom arrived just as Dean was finished with dinner. Dean took off his apron and went to the door. Megan was beaming from ear to ear. She enjoyed being with Mr. Wagner, he reminded her of her dad.

“Hi Mr. Wagner!” she was grinning up at him. Her copper-colored hair bouncing in a ponytail. She wore an oversized T-shirt and baggy jeans.

“Hey Meg!” he gave her a friendly wink. He looked at her mom, “Hi Mrs. Phillips.”

“Than you so much Mr. Wagner,” reaching out to shake his hand. “I will be by just after eight in the morning to get Megan.”

“That’s fine Mrs. Phillips. I’ll have Meg up, dressed and fed before then. I’ll fix my special pancakes, I always fix them when my boys are here,” he paused. It would be nice to have some company close to his age. “There will be plenty for you as well, that is, if you’re not to tired.”

“Oh, that sounds lovely Mr. Wagner,” she smiled at him. You’ve been too kind. And, please, call me Melinda.”

Melinda hugged her daughter, and kissed her on the forehead, “I love you baby, be a good girl for Mr. Wagner.”

“Feel free to call me Dean. We’ll see you in the morning Melinda,” Dean told her.

Melinda gave Dean a wave and turned to go. He shut the door behind her as she walked down the stone path to her jeep.

Dean turned and grinned at Meg. “So? Meg, ya hungry?”

“Yup! What’s for dinner?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing special, barbecue baked chicken, rice, green beans, and rolls,” he paused, “and banana pudding for dessert.”

“Sounds good to me,” she said, already on her way to the kitchen.

Dean and Meg sat at the table enjoying their dinner and making small talk. They were comfortable together after all the special attention from Dean. They finished dinner and dessert and Meg helped clear the table.

“Meg, why don’t you get ready for bed,” Dean suggested, “and I’ll load the dishwasher. Then we’ll watch a movie.”

By the time Meg had showered and put on her pajamas, Dean had popped a bag of popcorn and was already sitting on the couch. Dean looked up as Meg was walking toward the living room. He was shocked at what he saw. He wasn’t looking at his young, innocent student anymore; he was looking at a sexy young lady, all grown up.

Meg was wearing a short chemise top. The shimmery satin fabric, the color of violets after a fresh spring rain, was clinging to her body. A layer of lace, blue as a summer sky, outlined Meg’s small breasts. One tiny spaghetti strap hung loosely over her right arm. The matching shorts were cut high on the sides, allowing a view of her firm ass as she moved.

Megan’s red hair, the color of a new copper penny, now hung loosely around her shoulders Her nipples poked through the sheer top. Her long sexy legs were tan; her thighs were full and shapely. Dean felt a familiar heat in his groin. He knew it was wrong to feel this way. Meg was so young, so naïve. She wasn’t even aware her body was changing from a girl to a woman.

Meg chose to watch ‘Me, Myself & Irene’ and popped it in the DVD player as Dean had asked. He was trying to will his hard-on to go away and would have been embarrassed if he had gotten up to put the movie in and she had noticed his erection. It was difficult at the moment, with Meg across the room, her satin shorts clinging to her firm round ass.

Meg sat on the couch, just inches away from Dean. She was like a young innocent child, needing attention. Her feet were propped on the edge of the couch, knees to her chest, hands on her knees. Her legs were in a ‘V’ shape, her elbows hung down beside her shapely legs. Meg was soon enthralled with the movie.

Dean noticed her shorts leg creeping up her silky looking inner thigh and could see her small puffy lips, they had a layer of baby fine copper hair over them. His cock twitched in his shorts. ‘What kind of pervert am I?’ he thought. He tried hard to concentrate on the movie, but caught himself peeking at that innocent honey pot several times.

Dean got up from the couch and started for the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink Meg?” he asked over his shoulder. He didn’t want her to see the obvious bulge in his pants. He had to cool his head, both of them.

“Yes, please Mr. Wagner,” she answered.

Dean turned on the cold water and splashed his face. ‘Get it together man!’ he thought to himself. The cold water seemed to bring him to his senses, but didn’t relieve the aching between his legs. He retrieved two sodas from the fridge and returned to the living room.

Meg had moved to the other end of the couch, using the armrest as a pillow, her legs folded up toward her chest, leaving him room to sit. He placed her soda on a coaster on the end table next to her head. She was unaware that her shorts were twisted and again he could see her smooth little slit. He offered her a blanket, hoping she’d take it, so he wouldn’t be tempted to look at her sexy young body. She declined it, and he sat down at the other end of the couch to continue watching the movie, trying hard not to think about the vision of sweetness at the other end of the couch.

Dean was finally calming down and concentrating on the movie when a line from the movie made him cringe.

“Man, you'll do the cooking? Man, you're the one who thought you got chipped beef from a toothy blowjob.”

Hearing the word blowjob, Dean again was fighting a battle of the bulge in his pants. Meg seemed to not have heard it, or was ignoring it. She hadn’t moved from her position. Several minutes passed, and Dean started to relax again.

Meg broke the silence. “Mr. Wagner?” she paused, “What’s a blowjob?” She sounded so innocent.

Dean was shocked, unable to speak. There was silence again for several moments.

“Mr. Wagner, what’s a blowjob?” she asked again.

“Meg, honey,” Dean finally found his voice, “that’s something you should ask your mom.”

“Mom won’t tell me things like that,” she replied. “She says I’m supposed to learn about sex in health class. Old Mrs. Lonely, ummm, Mrs. Linley, won’t tell us anything either.”

Dean knew this was probably true. Mrs. Linley had been his Health teacher when he was Meg’s age. She hadn’t changed the way she’s taught since she began teaching forty years ago. The kids were lucky to even know what sex was if it was up to that woman.

“Meg, it’s not my place to tell you about things like that. Let’s just watch the movie,” he said as gently as possible.

“B-b-but,” Meg stammered, “how am I supposed to learn if no one will tell me?”

Dean sighed. Meg just wasn’t going to give up until she got an answer. He really didn’t want to have this discussion with her, considering the feelings he was already having for this sweet child.

“Alright, Meg,” he said, trying to remain calm. “I’ll answer the question, but then we finish watching the rest of the movie. Ok?”

“Ok,” she says, pouting a little.

“Ok, Meg. You know what a penis is?” he asks, not really sure how much she really knew.

“Yes,” she answers, sitting up looking him in the eyes; “you mean a man’s cock?”

Shocked again by her response, Dean tried to keep his composure. His dick was trying to push through the zipper on his shorts. He really wished this night were over, regretting that he even said yes to Mrs. Phillips request.

“Yes, Meg,” still trying to sound calm. “A blowjob is when a woman sucks a man’s cock until he ejaculates.”

“You mean he cums in her mouth?” she asked.

“Yes, Meg,” his frustration is obvious in his voice. “Most of the time. Now can we get back to watching the movie?” His cock is throbbing, as thoughts of putting his own cock between Meg’s sweet lips enter his head.

She leans back against the couch, seemingly satisfied at his answers. He wished the movie were over so he could just go to his bedroom, lock the door and jack off. Minutes ticked by on the clock, but it seemed like hours.

“What does it taste like?” Meg asked.

“What does what taste like Meg?” Dean asked, somewhat distracted.

“What does cum taste like?” she asked again. “It must taste pretty good for most women to taste it.”

“Meg,” he sighed, “I really rather not be having this conversation.”

“I’m sorry,” she said in an apologetic tone. She moved closer to Dean, shoulder against his. “I just want to know. I feel so stupid when all the other kids in 8th grade talks about these things, and I don’t have a clue.”

Dean turned to face her, lifted her chin looked in her emerald green eyes. “Meg, don’t ever think that about yourself. You are not stupid. You’re a very smart girl. Sex is something that adults do, and kids your age don’t need to be talking about it anyway.”

She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Her soft lips brushing against his stubbled chin sent another rush of blood to his cock. Her hair smelled like lavender, she was driving him mad with lust.

“Thank you, Mr. Wagner,” she said as she leans back, her shoulder resting against his.

The movie was almost over and Dean was glad. He could finally go to his room and imagine his cock entering her pale red lips as he gave himself relief from the aching in his groin.

The credits began to roll, and Dean reached for the remote. He felt her fingers on his thigh, on his bare leg just below his shorts. Her fingers were trailing small circles on one of his sensitive spots. Unknowingly, she had found the spot that drove him to the edge.

“Do you like blowjobs Mr. Wagner?” she whispered in his ear.

“Yes, Megan,” he said softly, “I do.” He was tired of denying himself pleasure.

Dean started to get up and go to his bedroom. She caught his arm as he began to rise. He turned to face her, the bulge in his pants quite obvious. She was sitting on the edge of the couch looking up at him eagerly.

“Will you show me how to do a blowjob Mr. Wagner?” she pleaded with him.

Wrong or not, Dean was going to do this. He wanted her desperately, and it was obvious she wanted him, though she was to naïve to know how to tell him.

“Meg,” he said softly, “are you sure about this?”

“Yes,” she barely whispered. She looked him in the eyes, her voice a little stronger this time. “This is what I want.”

“Ok, my pet,” he said, as he unzipped his shorts and removed them. His cock stood straight out, just inches from her lovely mouth. “Start by kissing and licking it Meg, then when you feel ready, you can put it in your mouth.”

Meg was eager to please her teacher. She started by placing a kiss on the tip; she kissed every inch of his cock. The touch of her velvet lips was driving him insane with pleasure. He urged her to use her tongue, and again she explored every sensitive inch of his cock, lingering around the base of his head. One of her hands around his shaft, she guided the now moist tip around the outline of her lips. Dean held his breath in anticipation; sure she was about wrap her sensuous lips around his cock. He didn’t want to rush her, nor did he want to frighten her, so he let her continue doing what she was doing.

Dean let out a rush of air from his lungs as Meg parted her lips and timidly put them around the head of his cock. While stroking her copper-colored hair, he looked down at her and encouraged her to continue. Slowly, she engulfed his entire cock in her mouth, her lips against his closely trimmed hair. He pulled back gradually until just the head was behind her luscious lips. Dean ran his fingers through her silky hair, to the back of her head. He gently guided her head forward again, encouraging her to use her tongue as he gently lunged in and out of her hot mouth. Meg was a quick study, greedily sucking and flicking her tongue all around his cock, while he slowly thrust toward the back of her throat.

“Lean back Pet,” Dean whispered.

Meg leaned against the back of the couch, and Dean leaned forward with her, not wanting his cock to escape that hot, moist hole. Dean removed his T-shirt, not wanting the loose fabric to impede his view of her lips swallowing his dick, and dropped it on the couch beside Megan. Dean used the back of the couch to support his weight, his hands on either side of her head.

He drove his cock harder in her mouth. Her hands roamed around his hips, inner thighs, around to his ass. He guided one of her hands to his aching balls; he needed relief soon, but at the same time didn’t want the moment to end. Dean pounded her mouth, assaulted her lips. Her head was pressed deep into the cushion of the couch; he could hear her struggling to breathe through her nose. Her fingers slipped from his aching balls. They trailed lightly down his inner thigh.

“Pet, I’m going to cum in your mouth,” he managed to gasp.

He felt her try to nod her head. He put his hand on her top of head, thumb on her forehead, so she wouldn’t move, his other hand stroking his cock. He looked down; he wanted to watch her face as she swallowed his load. After a few more thrusts, his cock began to spasm, spilling his seed down her throat. Dean could hear her gulping his juice, taking every drop. She never hesitated, never gagged. As Dean tried to catch his breath, he looked down at Meg, smiling.

Finally, he knelt down in front of her. He leaned forward and kissed her. His tongue exploring her mouth, tasting his own juices. She tentatively flicked her tongue against his at first, then gaining confidence, she hungrily explored his mouth. When their mouths separated, Dean looked her in the eyes, wanting to remember this moment forever.

“How do you feel Pet?” he asked, gently caressing her hair.

“It tastes salty Mr. Wagner,” she replied, licking her lower lip.

“No, Baby, how do you feel?” he repeated his question.

“Well,” she said hesitantly, “I feel warm and tingly all over.” She paused, looking into his deep brown eyes. “My shorts, I think they’re wet.”

Dean looked down to her lap. There was a small dark spot of moistness between her legs.
He looked back into her emerald green eyes and smiled.

“That means you enjoyed it too Pet,” speaking softly and squeezing her hand.