Professor’s Turnabout

So this was going to be today’s Instant of Eroticism, but it’s too long for the parameters of the project.  I considered cutting it down to size, but honestly I don’t feel comfortable chopping away at it brutally just to fit into something it doesn’t fit for.  Still, I love it and enjoyed writing it immensely, so here it is.

The second I come home I find myself pushed against the wall by your fingers, surprised, feeling your body pressing against mine with a smile.  “Welcome home, Professor,” you say playfully.  Dressed in a plaid pleated skirt, a tight white overshirt that clings to your curvy form, and a bright red tie, I wonder exactly how long you were waiting for me…

“Wait a moment, let me-” I find myself plucked from the wall and pushed down onto the carpet aggressively as you straddle my hips, pouting.  “You kept me waiting so long,” you whimper as you begin to undo my pants, shifting so you can put your legs in front of me, flexibly pressing your bare foot to my neck so I can’t get up.  “It isn’t nice to keep girls waiting…” you say, undoing my pants and grabbing my cock hard.  So hard it hurts and feels wonderful as I try to breathe and squirm with your clean, perfumed foot in my face.

“No struggling… I have a lesson for you, professor,” you say, degrading me further as your heel digs into my neck, causing me to gasp and choke as my cock throbs harder and harder.  I reach up to grab your leg, but despite your unbalanced position I can’t move it… I don’t want to bad enough.

And before I realize what’s happening, my cock slides into you as I let out a moan, shuddering as my eyes close.  A sound escapes your lips, and you slap me hard across the face and begin to ride me.  “You’re such a pervert, professor… you aren’t supposed to fuck students,” you say as you begin to ride me aggressively, bucking down hard.

“But you’re-” a slap across my face.  “I told you this is my lesson,” you say with an evil giggle which turns into a moan as your pussy spasms around me, bringing me closer to my climax.  “No talking in class, pervert…” you say as you shift your legs and begin to ride me harder, gripping my shift and slamming your body down onto me as my cock pulses harder and harder.

I feel a sense of shame and humiliation as you take over, as you fuck me wildly when I know I’m strong enough to push you over, but I can’t.  The feeling of you taking over, of your flesh on mine, the way you’re giggling as you moan just tears the strength out of me, makes me feeble and want more, and weakly my false resistance turns into bucking upwards, pushing into you.

“Don’t cum,” you order me but ride me harder, trying to force me to disobey.  “Don’t cum,” you command as your body clenches me.  “Don’t cum inside me!” you demand before you climax, your juices surging around me, your body clenching mine, and drawing out my own climax as my hips buck upwards, screams of pleasure ripped from both of our lips as you lean forward on top of me.

“Professor…” you moan softly.  “Looks like I need to teach you a lesson,” you say while reaching out for an already prepared riding crop.

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Keep Balance; An instant in eroticism

“Here I go!” I let out with a shout, popping my skateboard up onto the rail and sliding down the long stairway in the park.

For a moment, everyone was impressed.  You were impressed.  My friends were impressed.  I was impressed with myself.

A single miscorrection and sickening crunch later, I was impressed with the level of pain I was in.

“Man, you really messed up…” You teased, smiling at me in your lingerie.  “Shut up,” I said without conviction, looking up and down at your pierced and tattooed body.  It was going to be our date night, but with my broken leg and arms…

“Well, if you want me to shut up, I should just fill my mouth,” you said coyly, undoing my pants and slipping your mouth around my cock.  I let out a moan, shuddering as it hardens in your mouth.  I want to press you down harder, but with my arms immobilized you tease me viciously for seconds that feel like minutes, minutes that feel like hours…

I don’t even notice as you slip off the lingerie and climb on top of me, careful to not touch my bad leg even as you press your hot pussy to my flesh, a grin on your face.  Normally I would be on top, fucking you, but…

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” you say, grabbing my cock and flicking it against your flick before lifting your hips and slowly lowering yourself on me, watching my face and hearing me moan as I feel your wet, hot, tight flesh…

Then you pull off of me, grinning.  “Oh no, I’m going to play with you for a while longer…” you say, an animalistic hunger in your eyes as my beautiful torment begins.

The First Time; An instant in eroticism

“Are you sure about this?” You ask.

I bite my lip.  I just turned 18 a week ago, but now…  I look at you.  Even though you’re twice my age, you’re still beautiful.  Your blue eyes still twinkle with spirit and vitality.  Your red lips entice me.  Your body is curvy but vibrant with health.

I shudder as my cock twitches, my entire body letting out a shudder as your hand strokes my cheek.  “Alright,” you say, slowly pressing your lips to mine.  A shudder moves through my body as your nude form presses against my own, as I feel the heat of your sex pressed against me.  Your breasts hang down in front of my face, and instinct drives me to press my lips to them.

A soft moan escapes your lips as you smile.  “Excellent…” you whisper, putting an arm around my head, pulling me close as your hips slowly lift up.

And as I feel your pussy slip around my body for the first time, as a hot, wet, tight feeling unlike anything I’ve ever experienced wraps around me, I moan into your chest.

Fingers; An instant in eroticism

I shiver in fear and anticipation, looking up at you, my whole body exposed to the air and to your eyes.  “I’m scared, Mistress,” I whimper hesitantly, but you do not acknowledge my fear.  “Lean back,” you command.  I obey.  “Further,” you say.  Terror wells up in me again, but I do, spreading my legs and giving you access to my body.

Suddenly, something pushes into my anus.  The sensation is hot, almost burning, but not with heat.  It quakes through my body and pulls a whimper and a shudder from me as you slowly slip one finger into my anus.  I bite my lower lip, moaning and panting, my fingernails digging into the bed.  “It’s so intense, Mistress…”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” I reply with a hesitant moan after a moment.  I writhe, the sensation too intense to stand but too wonderful.  My body feels hot and numb all over but also every sensation is magnified.  Before long my head feels full of helium, and every touch of your other hand sends ripples of pleasure up to my confused brain.

When I feel your lips on my cock I don’t know what to think, a pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced ripping through me as I let out a cry.  I try to look down to your eyes, but I’m trembling and can’t focus.  My whole body is trembling and pulsing in time with my cock.  So I try to watch you as pleasure runs through my whole being, as I come closer and closer to the most unique orgasm I’m sure to have ever had in my life…

Before you pull your mouth off, your fingers from my ass, and slowly get ready to mount me, while this surreal and floaty bliss still fills my head.

Our game; An instant in eroticism

Ours is a clash of souls, willpower, skill, and Xbox controllers. I lead with Chun-Li, you with Ryu. Smirks flash across our eyes, and the battle begins. You fall, and swear, but off comes your shirt. I give you the coyest of smiles. The tempo is set, the rhythm has begun, and my heart races like it’s filled with fire, under my heaving bosom.

 

One by one, our clashes end with one victor, and one piece of clothing being shed.

 

In three battles, I’m distracted by your bare chest.

 

But by the fifth battle, the sight of my ample breasts has your cock hard, and your falls even harder.

 

By the seventh battle, only four things remain.

 

A pair of too-tight boxers that don’t hide a goddamn thing

A white piece of string which only counts as panties on a tax form.

And two unyielding souls which refuse to be beaten.

 

But every battle has a winner, and every story has a loser.

 

And when I win, I grab you by the curly hair and shove your face in my pussy so fast that you don’t even have time to take a breath. And you obey. Your tongue slides along the lips, between them, as you suck and lick and nibble me, as my hand pulls you harder and harder between my legs, even as you squirm.

 

I moan, reveling in my victory, letting waves of pleasure run up and down my spine just as you do that thing with your tongue where you run it up and down my slit.

 

I like winning.

Succubus, Incubus; An instant of eroticism.

Your heel struck me before I knew what to do. My back felt cold ground, wind escaped my lungs, and the sting of a heel pressed into my throat. Even swallowing made it’s presence more oppressive as slowly, it was pulled away. I could only gaze upwards, hands bound and pressed against my helpless back as you lowered yourself on my face.

 

My world went dark as all I could see was darkness, all I could smell was the sweet scent of your sex, all I could taste was the nectar of your sex, paralyzed and forced by your will, your weight, and my instinct. All I heard was a dull moan, and the feeling of your weight was distracted by the feeling of your lips, wrapped around me.

 

And as you sucked on my flesh, the pressure grew, my body pulsed, and your sex throbbed in my mouth, like an apple with a heartbeat that I feasted on with my tongue, daring not to use my teeth. The tension grew more and more, and my apple grew juicier, and small pains lanced through my hips as nails dug in, giving me a command.

 

At that command, I came, you drank me just like a succubus would, moaning, and writhing, and reaching your own peak.

 

And at that peak, I drank you just like an incubus would.