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How it Was Chapter 2
This is a follow up to “How it Was Ch.1”, so it might make a bit more sense if you read that one first, although I think it also stands alone well enough.
This is a work that is not based on any real persons or events. If you are not legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not continue reading. For everyone else, I hope that you enjoy it and have fun. Feedback is always welcome.
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Mr. Robinson stood at the edge of the clearing, hands on his hips, lips pursed speculatively. There was no hiding what I was up to, my shorts and tighty-whities were around my ankles, and my cock was throbbing harder than ever in my hand. He stepped forward, and I waited, my hands trembling. My eyes roamed over his body: black golf shirt, nicely filled with muscular shoulders and arms, tan slacks, now tenting visibly. His eyes roamed over me in return, his lips now slightly parted, turned into a smirk.
“I see you found my stash,” he said, his voice deep and authoritative, but with a rich warmth that I found deeply compelling.
“Uhhhh, I guess so?” I replied. I blushed as I realized I had begun unconsciously stroking my shaft again.
“Have you looked at all of it?” Mr. Robinson asked, stepping closer. I could smell his sweat mixed with his cologne. My cock pulsed in my hand.
“Yeah,” my eyes were riveted to his, and he smiled broadly.
“So you’ve seen this before,” he opened his slacks, and they pooled around his knees. My mouth opened and I licked my lips, as my eyes travelled down the torso of my vice principal to the piece of meat jutting out from under a neatly trimmed pubic patch.
I nodded. My mouth was dry, my cock was leaking pre-cum like crazy. Mr. Robinson stepped closer, our members almost touching.
“Did you like those pictures?” he whispered. I nodded silently. “The ones of the pussies, or the others?”
“All of them,” I choked out, “but especially the others … I found the dildo too,” I blurted out.
He leaned in and his rigid penis brushed against mine, then his lips were on my mouth and our tongues were fencing. He pulled me close against him, and I could feel his hands running over my chest, my back, kneading my ass cheeks. By reflex my own casino şirketleri hands wandered over his more mature body, feeling the hardness of his muscled arms, the light hair on his chest. His lips moved down to my neck while his hands rested on my shoulders and I could feel him putting downward pressure on them.
Drunk with lust, I dropped to my knees in front of Mr. Robinson and he put his hand gently on the back of my head. My hands were shaking as I reached up and clutched as his rampant cock and I felt his fingers tightening in my hair. My hand could barely close around it and I could feel the thick veins pulsing under my fingers. His pubic hair was a thatch of honey blonde hair, going to gray slightly on his hanging scrotum, and my heart was racing as I inhaled his sweaty musk. I rubbed the head of his dripping cock over my face, smearing it on my cheeks, over my nose, across my lips. He pulled my head back slightly and pushed the broad head of his penis into my mouth as I moaned over him.
“Breathe through your nose,” he advised. I gagged a bit as the tip of his dick rubbed the back of my throat, and saliva was running over my chin, but I followed his direction and soon I was sucking my very first cock with an eagerness that was startling.
I pulled my lips up his shaft and sealed around his glans, as my tongue worked the sensitive underside of his tip. He was beginning to let out little grunts, and his fingers were laced in my hair, his hips jabbing forward with more intensity. My hands roamed over his thighs, his stomach and back across his taut buttocks, pulling him closer to me.
“Hot. Little. Cocksucker,” he hissed, and I moaned in response. His hips rocked faster and faster, his balls slapping against my chin. I grasped them in my hand, as much to stop the distraction as anything else, and he groaned in pleasure, so I rolled them gently in my hand. His hands pulled my head back and he forced his cock deeper into my mouth, fucking my face as he approached his climax.
I realized that I was moaning and cooing in rhythm to his thrusts, echoing the actresses in cheap porno videos that I had seen in my best friend’s basement. Mr. Robinson had complete control over me and I felt a wave of panic, followed by complete abandon as I felt his first spurt of semen pulse casino firmaları onto my tongue. It kept coming, his salty seed filling my mouth. He shoved his cock deep into my throat and continued to unload, grinding his bushy pelvis across my nose, until at last he pulled out with a wet squelch.
His cum and my saliva traced a sticky trail over my cheek and down my chin as he stepped away from me, panting. My mouth was hanging open as I tried to catch my breath and swallow the remainder of Mr. Robinson’s load. Still staring directly into his eyes I wiped my face and licked off my fingers. He looked surprised, but then smiled craftily as he eyed my aching cock.
“Stand up,” he ordered, and I complied without thinking. He moved me closer to the fallen log under which his porn collection had been stashed, then turned me away from him. I felt his strong hand come up between my legs and grasp my cock and balls, rubbing my dripping pre-cum over the head. Then he pushed me forward until I was bent over the debris of the log.
I let out a low mewl as I felt the vice principal’s tongue push between my ass cheeks. He swathed my asshole, gently pushing inside, then ran down across my balls. He tucked the head of my cock back between my legs and took it into his wet mouth, sucking me. Then the warmth was gone and I could feel him at my sphincter again, more urgently this time. His mouth engulfed my cock again, but this time he also pushed a thick finger up my ass.
“OH GOD!” I felt my explosion getting closer. If I hadn’t already jacked myself twice that day, I would have cum when he kissed me the first time, but now my self-control was all but gone.
“Fuck me,” I whimpered, aroused beyond anything I’d experienced. I pushed back against him as he fingered me.
“What did you say, cocksucker?” he growled, sliding a second finger into my rectum.
“Please. Fuck me, fuck my ass,” I replied hoarsely, desperate to have him before I chickened out. I knew that if he made me cum I would bolt, filled with shame and fear, but right now I was high with lust and I wanted to be taken fully.
“You want this hard cock up your ass?” he said standing behind me, the hard cock in question rubbing between my cheeks.
“Oh yes, please, give me your cock,” I begged. He pushed me roughly güvenilir casino to all fours, my knees scraping against rocks and sticks, my hands against the log. I raised my hips so my ass would be turned up for him. I heard him spit and felt the wet warmth slide down my crack.
Mr. Robinson was slightly bigger than the dildo I had used that afternoon, but his rimming and fingering had loosened me up and the pain of his entry subsided surprisingly quickly. His hands grasped my hips as he pushed forward, my asshole slowly engulfing his manhood.
“OOOOOOOOH!” I moaned, my erect cock bouncing off my stomach as he began to fuck me.
“That’s right, take it nice and deep,” he murmured as his pelvis kissed my ass. The first 60 seconds he was extremely gentle, rocking back and forth as I got used to his size. Once he bottomed out, though, it was like a switch had been flicked and he began to hump me fast and hard. His hand ran up my back to my neck, gripping me tightly, shoving my face against the rough bark of the log. “Hot little cock-whore, you love it in your ass, don’t you?” he hissed. His balls were slapping my thighs on each hard thrust.
“I do, I love it,” I squealed back, unnerved by his ferocity but overtaken by my own submissive desire. He pounded me, the weight of him falling on me, rattling my spine. “Fuck my asshole, Mr. Robinson, I’ve been a naughty boy and I deserve it!”
For some reason this sent us both over the edge. He buried himself in me and began to moan unintelligibly as his jizz bubbled into my rectum. My cock was almost numb at this point, but I could feel the impending blast.
Mr. Robinson reached around my waist and gripped my cock firmly, and his touch sent fireworks through my body. Wave after wave of orgasm rolled through me as I gushed thick jets of cum all over my belly and the ground.
He eased out of me and we slumped together, our backs against the log. I noticed idly that I had managed to spatter some of the skin mags with cum. I could feel his load seeping out of my ass.
He caught his breath and stood, tucking his slimy cock back into his pants. I looked up at him, shorts around my ankles, knees apart, erection slowly subsiding and he smirked.
“There is still a week left in the school year, Billy,” he said sternly, “I expect to see you in my office for detention starting Monday afternoon.” He turned and disappeared back into the trees.
My cock was already twitching by the time I had pulled up my shorts and was making my way home in the warm evening air.
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