THE ESSAY CHAPTER 4

Without warning, the mousy haired girl moved my hands from her breasts to her head. She winked, reached forward, and after a little awkward fumbling, pulled my throbbing shaft from out of my pants and underwear. From her narrative essay I doubted I was as long or thick as her neighbor, but I was at least average in the former and I thought maybe above in the latter. The smile on Briddy’s cute face seemed to show she agreed. Then I lost all ability for reason, at least for few seconds, when Briddy slurped the head of my penis into her mouth and suckled, all while her tongue swirled around the sensitive glans. “Fuck, you’re good.” I finally managed to say between shuddering breathes. “I hope so,” she said, smiling. “I’ve been doing this for my dad for the last couple of years, ever since mom died.” I did my best to process Briddy’s shocking confession, but I could not. The expert technique of her young mouth as she sucked up and down my shaft drove almost all conscious thought to the background, and what little was left did its best to reconcile her new admission with the essay. And even that faded when, with just a hint of a gag, she swallowed my entire length. After several seconds of pure bliss as the talented young fellatrix drew her mouth all the way up and down my shaft, my brain started to work again. I reminded myself that the essay was set the summer before last, and that could account for her being so skilled at deepthroating. But that thought prompted a memory, one in which I was quite certain the essay had indicated that the writer’s experience prior to her neighbor had been with boys closer to her own age. That did not fit with what Briddy had said about her father. Glorious vibrations around my erection, the result of the sophomore humming as she held my penis down her throat, proved too much for both my thought process and my staying power. Grabbing a shelf in the closet for support, I managed to blurt out that I was going to finish. Briddy slid her lips up so only about an inch or so was enveloped in that wet warmth and suckled with gentle authority. Groaning, I held her head in place with one hand while I grasped the shelf with the other, unwilling to trust my weak-kneed legs to hold me up while I exploded into my student’s expert mouth. “Yummy,” the girl announced a little later, after she had sucked out every bit of semen and swallowed it down. “Nice and sweet. You don’t drink coffee, do you?” “Um, no,” I said, trying to stand on my own although I was still a bit wobbly. “Well, that a bit of extra incentive to be a good girl and swallow, isn’t it?” she said with a wink. I attempted to think of some reply, but at the same moment Briddy sucked my half-hard manhood into her mouth, her tongue caressing my sensitive flesh. “What are you doing?” “Getting you hard again,” she grinned. “You’re younger than my dad, and since this always works on him, I bet it will on you too.” “Why are you…?” “So you can fuck me, silly,” she said, rolling her large, blue orbs. “I like to have some fun too.” “I… um…” “Just relax and enjoy yourself until you’re ready, okay?” I nodded as Briddy continued with her efforts. And to my surprise, it did not take long at all. Indeed, when she let my fully hard member fall from those amazing lips, I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me. However, when she stood, turned around, pushed her panties down, leaned over about forty-five degrees by using a shelf for support, and wiggled her skirt covered bottom at me, that feeling dissipated in an instant. Lifting her skirt, my fingers probed between her legs, encountering wet, puffy labia before they slid into a warm, moist tightness. “You are ready,” I said, which received a sarcastic “Well, duh” back in reply.
Withdrawing my fingers, I positioned the head of my penis at the entrance to her sex. Briddy moaned and rocked backwards at the very moment my mind had started warning me what a bad idea this might be. The sensation of her exquisitely snug vagina gripping the head of my rigid shaft drove away all concern, and the next instant I buried myself all the way inside of her. “Fuck, you’re tight.” I groaned, lost in a pleasure even greater than that from her well-trained mouth. “Daddy says I have the best pussy around,” she said, looking back at me over her shoulder. “And he says it’s at its best when he fucks me doggy style. I figured you’d like it too.” “I do,” I said, my voice a husky rasp. “Daddy likes to fuck me hard like this, and abuse my tits and slap my ass while he does it. You can do that too.” I nodded, but she had already turned her face back forward. Grasping her hips firmly in both hands, I picked up speed. The tightness of her vagina never eased, but the slickness built and built, and soon I was sliding in and out of the gripping tunnel with ease. That is when I began thrusting with more force. “God yes! Fuck me hard, Mr. Luci!” Briddy said, her voice a mix of teen girl and sultry woman. More aroused than I think I had ever been, I moved my right hand from her hip to her firm, hanging breast and squeezed it hard. The sophomore girl gasped and shuddered, then yelped when my other hand smacked her round ass. But the next blow brought a moan as well, and after a few more smacks, each harder than the one before, a constant string of moans came from my student as she thrust her hips back to meet both my thrusts and the smacks on her bottom. “You are one hot like teenaged slut,” I grunted, twisting her breast at the same time. Briddy let out a small whimper before her body shook. A sustained moan, deep and low and primal, filled the small space of the closet as her muscles went rigid. Deep inside her, a rhythmic undulation squeezed my penis in rippling waves, and it was only her desperate words a few seconds later that stopped me from filling her with semen. “Don’t come in me!” the girl groaned, trying to pull forward even as her limbs began to tremble again. I pulled back, letting my hard manhood slide free of her. A deep sigh came from the girl, and I wondered what I should do next. But before I could even think about it too much, Briddy turned and dropped on her knees in front of me. Taking my shaft in both hands, she pumped up and down it while licking the head. In almost no time, I let her know I could not hold back. She leaned back a little, pointing my penis at her firm, young boobs. After the first spurt splashed against her chest, my student seemed to change her mind. She aimed my shaft at her face and jacked up and down it. Several jets of semen, one after the other, hit her young face, covering forehead, nose, lips, and chin. The last few dribbles, she sucked out, her eyes fixed on my face. “Holy fuck,” I said when she finally let my mostly soft penis out of her mouth again. I had only seen a sight like that--a girl with her faced covered with a man’s drying semen--in videos, and I have to say it was much more exciting in real life. “Sorry,” the girl said, using her fingers to clean her face, then licking them clean. “Daddy says not to let guys come inside me, even though I’m on the pill. He says mom got pregnant that way, and he doesn’t want me pregnant.” “Nothing to be sorry for,” I assured my student. “This was… fantastic. All of it.” “Did you like coming on my face then?” “Yes, I did.” “You’re a perv, Mr. Luci,” Briddy laughed, holding out her hand so I could help her to her feet. After a brief silence, she said, “But so am I. For instance, I’m not going to clean up this cum on my tit.” She pointed to her left breast and winked. “I’m going to put my bra back on and know it’s there for the rest of the day.” “That is… pretty pervy,” I agreed. “Yeppers. Hey, can you give me a note, since I’m really late for my next class.”
“Oh, sure,” I said, stuffing my limp penis back inside my underwear and then zipping my pants. “Great! I’ll be out in a sec.” I went back to my desk, sat, and wrote out a note explaining that Briddy had needed to meet with me about an essay, which was true enough. However, I no longer believed that she had written the deepthroat essay. What she told me during sex did not match up with the essay. However, that made it all the stranger that she had done what she just did, but “How do I look?” Briddy, stood in front of me, sweater and skirt smooth, hair brushed, makeup flawless. If I had not known better, I would never have suspected that she had engaged in anything more strenuous than sitting at her desk. “Perfect,” I said. “That’s quite a skill.” The girl shrugged before walking to her desk and retrieving her bag. “You didn’t write the essay, did you?” I asked the question just as she reached for the doorknob. “No,” she said, turning to face me. “Then why did you…” “Because I wanted to. I’ve wanted to for a while. I didn’t know how to bring it up. But when you showed me that essay, I knew I had my in.” Briddy’s smile shone dazzlingly as she looked at me. I shook my head. “Are you upset I sucked your dick and then let you fuck me?” “No,” I sighed, and it was true. I would not have traded that experience for anything. “But I want to know who wrote the essay.” “I’ll see what I can find out, Mr. Luci,” Briddy said, giving me a wink before adding, “And maybe we can have a threesome. How’d you like two girls deepthroating your hard cock?” And with that, the mousy-haired girl was gone, leaving my alone, my mouth hanging open. The End… or is it?