Chapter Six
Jane
I nuzzled my head against Mr. Parker’s neck, and he felt so, so good. His flesh was warm against mine, his arms tight around me. I felt warm and protected, all because of him. He bound up the stairs, still carrying me bridal style, and when we reached the top landing, he turned to the left and walked towards the end of the short hallway.
He kicked the door closed behind us and my heartbeat sped up when I saw the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. This was actually going to happen – anal sex.
I’d watched that kind of porn, but I couldn’t imagine why people would actually do it. Wasn’t my pussy more than enough for him?
Why would horny people need to find a second hole?
Mr. Parker wanted it though, had even slipped the tip of his finger in me. It hadn’t hurt, but it had been uncomfortable and… weird. And good, if I admitted the truth. But his cock? It had been in my mouth so I knew how big it was, but there?
Mr. Parker’s eagerness for it made me interested. He was the experienced one. He knew I’d like it; he wouldn’t do it otherwise.
I’d tried sticking a finger in my ass once before after watching porn, and I didn’t like the feeling. Would this time be any different, now that I was going to do it with someone much more experienced? Maybe, I did anal fingering wrong. I hoped I’d been wrong.
Mr. Parker threw me on the bed and I bounced once and squealed before I moved my body higher towards the headboard.
“I want that skirt up about your waist, young lady. Show your teacher your pretty pussy and ass.”
He propped his hands on the edge of the bed and watched as I wriggled the skirt back up, my breasts bouncing as I did so. He then crawled closer until he hovered over me. His hand started to brush my skin softly, up and down and up and down my outer thighs, then skirting inwards.
“You’re so fucking wet, Jane,” he whispered against my ear, as I kept my eyes closed. “I love everything about you. Your round, supple breasts, your pussy that’s always wet for me, and that tight asshole that’s going to soon be all mine.”
Reaching over to his nightstand, he opened a drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lube and tossed a small egg shaped thing on the bed.
Snapping open the top of the lube, he dribbled some onto his fingers, rubbing them together to coat them liberally.
I bit my lip as I watched.
With his other hand, he picked up the egg and pressed a button. I could hear the vibrations and when he placed it directly over my clit, my hips bucked.
“Ugh-!” I moaned in shock when the vibrations worked my already sensitive clit, and I had to close my eyes tight as waves of pleasure inundated me. I started to hump his hand, thrusting my hips forward as my pussy clapped against the palm of his hand. Everything was just too much.
“Mr. Parker, finger me please,” I begged desperately, but I already knew what answer to expect.
“No,” he said quickly, giving a little swat to the inside of my thigh. “I’m going to lead.” He pulled the egg away. “You bad girl. You know nothing goes in that virgin pussy but my cock.”
I was ready to come again, twice in the span of minutes, and I loved it, until he took the vibrator away. He’d said there were worse punishments than a spanking and he was right. I was writhing with need and he was holding my orgasm from me.
“Up on your hands and knees. Yes, just like that. Go down on your forearms, angle your ass up. Yes.”
I wiggled my hips.
“Such an obedient student. When I want your ass, you’ll get in this position.”
He didn’t touch me, only waited. I turned my head and looked over at him.
“Yes, sir,” I said finally.
I watched as he brought the lube up behind me and felt the cold liquid splatter out of the bottle and dribble down over the hole he was going to soon claim. His coated finger was there, swirling and pressing in. Soon enough, it slipped inside. I curled my back away as he pushed his finger deeper, then retreated. Was this what it would feel like with a finger in my pussy? Those inner muscles clenched with anticipation. It was just his finger inside my ass, but it just felt so, so tight.
He started to fuck me with that single digit and the feeling was completely different from that time I’d tried to finger myself in the ass.
“You wanted to be fingered, young lady, didn’t you? How do you like today’s lesson so far?”
I closed my eyes, just letting myself feel Mr. Parker’s movements inside me. It wasn’t long before he started to move faster, his finger pushing in and out before adding a second, then a third.
I was so full I clenched the sheets, groaned at the slick stretch. I was going to come, just from this since he’d teased me with that damn vibrator.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Are you ready for my dick?” he asked, splaying his hand on the center of my lower back. I felt his domination, knew he had me just where he wanted me.
I nodded my head and my nipples brushed against the blanket.
I squeaked out a “yes.”
My eyes remained closed as his fingers continued to move and assault my ass. A part of me was nervous, the other half excited, at the idea of his dick entering me from behind. I bet none of the other girls were getting their ass fucked. They’d all said Mr. Parker was the hottest teacher in the school, but I was the only one who’d get him.
Just the feeling of his fingers moving in and out was already more than enough. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what his dick would feel like. It had to be bigger than his fingers. I’d soon find out.
He pulled them out, and I opened my eyes when I heard the sound of his belt and jeans coming undone. I heard the splattering of more lube coming out of the bottle, and I began to shiver as I waited for him.
“Patience, Jane,” he said softly, his voice deep and strong still. “I’m getting my dick all slick. I don’t want to hurt you. We’ll take it slowly. I’ll guide you through everything and give you the best experience you can ever have.” I nodded my head and hunched my back when I felt his tip teasing my entrance.
At that moment, heart skipped a beat. We were having a hot and passionate moment, but my heart felt calm, relaxed…and wanted. He sounded like he cared for me, like he didn’t want to hurt me, like this wasn’t just a student-and-teacher role play. He sounded like he was truly concerned for me and the experience he was giving me, and I couldn’t help but let my feelings for him grow. He wasn’t just the experienced teacher whom I wanted to lose my virginity to; I wanted to spend more time with him now, get to know him better, have him become a larger part of my life.
“Hm-!” I squeaked when he began to push his dick in. He kept a strong hold on my hip, making sure I wouldn’t pull away when he would push in more. I gripped the blankets to distract myself from the feeling of his full dick trying to push its way inside my tight ass. I couldn’t explain the feeling. It didn’t hurt as he began to stretch me open; it felt good, but at the same time, the feeling was both familiar and unfamiliar. I couldn’t explain it.
“Don’t overthink, Jane,” he said, as he gave my shoulder a kiss. “I can tell you’re stressed and nervous. Relax and take a deep breath. Let it out and push back. Good.”
I did as instructed and felt his broad head pop inside me. I heard him suck in a breath at what just happened, and it was music to my ears when he breathed, “Fuck.”
I couldn’t help but wiggle my hips and he took it as a sign to work his way in, and when he finally was, he started to thrust in and out. At first he took it slow, letting me get used to the feeling. As he continued to push and pull in and out of my ass, he reached around and cupped one breast and pulled me closer until my back was flushed against his chest. He pounded me from behind, and I loved the feeling of his body right behind mine. I felt safe and protected, like no harm was coming to me, like he would protect me from everything outside our own little world. Even when he was doing the dirtiest, most wicked of things to me.
“You like that, Jane?” he asked, and I nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m going to go faster now. Hold on.”
Another nod from me. He kept his promise and began to pick up his pace, moving his hand from my breast to my clit. It was then I finally opened my eyes and saw stars.
“Oh, Mr. Parker…” I couldn’t help but moan, biting my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming. “This feels so fucking good…”
He gave my ass a slap and then another one, working my ass from both from his hand and his dick. “You’re a Catholic school girl. You’re not supposed to curse.”
I replied with a louder moan this time. He continued to assault my ass, and I was letting him do it all too willingly. I wanted this. I wanted more. I wanted him, and to pass the message, I moaned louder and heavier until they crossed the boundary and turned to screams.
“Yes, Mr. Parker! That feels amazing!”
“Hmm…” I heard him, as he gave my ass another slap. “Who knew a prim young lady like you would like it in the ass?”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. His fingers pressed against my clit, and I could only close my eyes and scream at the euphoria.
“Mr. Parker,” I moaned his name. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna…”
“Cum for me, Jane,” he said, his tone both caring and demanding. “Let go.”
He thrust even faster now, his fingers moving in circles against my clit. I squeezed my eyes tight and breathed out heavily. I felt my nerves relax a bit, and it was then that I was able to let go. I felt the whirlpool peak and break, and before I knew it, my pussy was flooded with my own juices and I knew his fingers had to be coated.
He thrust deep one last time and held himself still. He shouted his own release and I felt his cum spurt hot and thick deep inside me.
Slowly but surely, he pulled his dick out of my ass, and I felt that there was an empty hole inside me, both literally and figuratively.
But then, I smiled automatically when he pulled me closer to him and laid me on my back on the bed. I felt his hot cum slip from my used hole. I no longer had a virgin ass. The slight burn, the cum, were proof.
He planted a kiss on my lips. Our first kiss.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, and I nodded in response. He went to the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth, which he used to carefully clean between my legs. “You were amazing. Would my little student like to spend the night here with me?”
“Yes,” came my quick reply. “No one’s home anyway.”
No one was home, yes. But I didn’t want to leave his side. I wanted to spend the night with him.