The Literature Professor Ch. 02

Date: 25.09.2008

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Joe's arms clamped tightly around Julie's shoulders. She then sucked on the left nipple, fastening tightly on it and moving her lips quickly. The smacking noises she made heightened Joe's pleasure and he moaned even more loudly than before. He'd started to move his torso forward and back, feeling himself becoming aroused again.

Julie switched positions of her mouth and fingers, moving her eager lips and tongue to the right nipple now. She began to pinch the left nipple with more fervor than before. Joe responded in the manner she'd hoped. He suddenly lifted her off the floor and tossed her onto her back on the bed. He shifted his body to her side and eagerly encircled her right nipple with his mouth. He sucked hard and noisily, smacking and licking and driving Julie wild. His right hand manipulated her left nipple, pinching and pulling. Her body rocked in anticipation.

Finally, eager to move along, Julie took Joe's head in her hands and moved it down toward her navel. He kissed and licked his way south, heading to the rosy-pink panties. When he finally reached the edge, he slid his tongue between her warm skin and the fabric. It was Julie's turn to gasp. She wanted him in her, but was enjoying the buildup as well.

Joe hooked his fingers into the panties and pulled them down, Julie's legs bending at the knees to shorten the arc of removal. Joe rose to his knees, savoring this position to view his love's most private parts. He stared at her shaved lips. Smooth, inviting. Wet with anticipation. Joe needed no lesson for his next move. He had dreamed of it often. He leaned over and began gently kissing her mound, allowing his lips and tongue to travel in circles as his hands rested on her hips. Julie's legs parted, outer thighs bent down to the sheets, knees slightly crooked.

Joe again came to his knees, and he smiled at what he continued to look at - the neatly trimmed little V-shape patch of hair on her mons veneris and the slick vulva below. Moisture glistened between her legs, accentuated by the light from the bedside lamps. Julie reached for his hands, directing them between her legs.

Joe needed little encouragement and his hands quickly reached her inner thighs to pull them wider and provide an even better view. Julie smiled up at him, a smile that seemed an invitation. Joe brought his face to her pussy, insinuated his tongue, and took a long swipe between her lips. Julie shivered, no, shuddered. Joe liked the feeling of making her shudder and ran his tongue slowly along her slit again.

He looked up at her. Her eyes were closed. But when she realized he was looking at her, she opened her eyes and spoke.

"What would you like to do to me now, Joe?" A pause. "Do it."

When his gaze again rested between her thighs, Joe's thumbs moved to her outer lips and he used them to manipulate the flesh, pulling her open then releasing her, repeating this and watching in fascination as she became wetter and wetter.

Moments before, Julie had started rocking quite noticeably. She watched Joe's face as he intently watched her pussy. He seemed mesmerized by it. Mostly, though, she wanted his face buried in it. Then, oh, then to feel his hard cock shoved up it. Yes.

"Joe."

Joe reluctantly lifted his gaze from her pussy to her face.

"Yes?"

Julie's lips parted, her eyes wide.

"Eat me. Lick me 'til I scream."

This was all the invitation Joe needed. He maneuvered his body between her legs and bent forward. Finding the position too near the bottom edge of the bed, he wrapped his arms around the back of her thighs and moved her up until her head almost touched the padded headboard. He then settled back down to begin this task he so relished.

Parting her lips with the palms of his hands, Joe leaned down to breathe in her odor. He became heady with the scent and his cock pounded, still half-trapped in his pants and underwear. Joe firmly planted his face in Julie's pussy and moved it sideways, then up and down. Julie's wriggling increased and her sighs grew more pronounced.

Joe raised his head and glanced at Julie's face, awaiting any further instructions should she have them. The word slowly was all she said. So, Joe began to lap at her skin - thighs, inner thighs, mound, lips, pussy opening, and, finally, her hardened clit. Again, Joe's thumbs rested along the upper part of her slit and he gently pulled her skin, revealing the stiff little nub. At first, Joe was too eager as he made contact with the super-sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue and Julie's yelp made him ease up. More gently there, she said. Lighter. He followed her directions and lightened the pressure. As her excitement grew even stronger, her body rocked up and down, pressing more firmly into his tongue.

"Be still. Hold your tongue out. Flat and hard."

Joe wasn't sure what his role was, but he tried to follow the directions. Shortly, he understood. Julie began masturbating herself on his stiff tongue. She grabbed the sides of his head and ground her hips into him, circling and humping. Her movements were slow at the beginning, but speeded up as she reached her climax. When her body started to roll side to side and her moans came long and low, Joe's instinct took over. He started licking her again, from bottom to top, holding her as still as he could, but her shaking made it near impossible.

Julie loved Joe trying to hold her still. It made her squirm even more. His tongue, lapping at her again, extended her shuddering orgasm and, as she shuddered, she emitted a low scream. When she was finally still, Joe slid his body upward and moved his face near her own.

Julie smiled at his glistening mouth, nose, and cheeks. He wore her pussy juice all over his face, forehead included. She wanted to lick him off, and rolled him over on his back and began doing just that. She licked her taste off of his cheeks and lips and finally thrust her tongue between his lips. Joe placed his arms around Julie's waist and pulled her over onto him, delving his own tongue deeper into her mouth. The kiss did not, however, last long.

Julie sat up and moved to the end of the bed. She pulled the hem of Joe's trousers and he lifted his legs. She tugged until the knees were around his ankles and then he, in haste, sat up and jerked the legs of his pants over his feet and threw them to the side. Julie pushed him down and slid her face to his hard cock. She hesitated, couldn't decide whether to suck him or ride him.

Her answer was in Joe's hands as he grabbed her by the shoulders when her mouth neared the tip of his cock. She glanced up just as he tightened his grip on her and turned her over. He positioned her with the top of her head touching the headboard. His knees straddled her and his left hand came up to hold the top of the headboard. Simultaneously, Julie's left hand and Joe's right one went to his cock to guide it into her wet hole. As he slid into her, they both moaned in pleasure.

At first, Joe's thrusts were too quick and shallow. A few seconds of this and Julie's hands went to the back of his waist.

"Slow down. Not so fast."

As she said this, the pressure from her hands increased and she held his body nearer to hers in an attempt to slow his timing. Joe's moans lessened, but only long enough for him to understand her words.

"Thrust hard. And slow. Like a hammer. Like you're spring-loaded. Bam. In hard. Hold it for a second. Then slide out slowly. Bam. Then in again. Like a piston."

Joe tried to find the rhythm she wanted. His right hand reached to clasp the headboard, now grasping it with both hands to increase his leverage. Julie's legs went up and around Joe's shoulders, raising her body to accept his thrusts more readily. Joe lowered his head, right cheek down, to the pillow under Julie's head. His grip on the headboard increased as his thrusting grew more powerful. But he wanted to see her, watch her as he plunged into her, so he raised back up again.

Julie's body was lifted with each slow, powerful thrust. Joe pounded her in an unhurried manner, just like she liked it. It felt like being impaled. Her head rammed into the padded board above her each time he entered her. After a minute or two, her body began twisting and rolling back and forth, side to side, as she responded to the pleasure that Joe gave her. The backs of her calves on his shoulders held most of her body up off the bed, and her pitching side to side matched her moans and sighs. Her arms flailed on the bed's surface, at times beating the mattress, at times coming to her forehead or breasts.

Joe was trying to keep it up - the pattern she wanted. But he was closer to cuming every second. He watched her face, watched her as she twisted and listened to her grunt. And he was amazed, amazed that he, Joe, was doing this to her. He didn't want to stop. But nature would have its way, too. When he knew he could no longer hold back, he involuntarily increased his speed. Julie, aware now that his time was near, met him thrust for thrust, pounding her pelvis against him as he was his against her.

When Joe began to fill her pussy with his cum, Julie worked her hand between their legs, his left and her right, and cupped his balls, squeezing them as he emptied himself.

Joe's moans had turned to grunts and gasps. Julie's own sounds had stopped as she watched this man, listened to this man, as he experienced this marvelous thing. His face was contorted, but not in an unattractive way. He worked, worked for release. And as he filled her, Julie massaged his balls and listened as his grunts change to sighs and then to heavy breathing.

Joe held himself deep inside Julie for near a minute after his orgasm subsided. He then released the headboard and guided his hands to her ankles back behind his head. He brought her legs around and placed them down on the bed as he lowered his upper body onto hers.
Then he grinned, Mrs Turnbull had taught him that he had a lot to learn about women and sex. He smiled "what a teacher.