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The Devil’s Intervention

Jeffery Jameson was an established and career minded teacher. He looked like he might be as old as forty or as young as thirty. No one really knew but he always marched with his head up and intention in his step. He was confident and charismatic, with a presence that put his students at ease and his hunger for knowledge.

He wasn’t perfect. He had broken laws, lived a good life, chased girls, rode motorcycles and done everything from cut down trees to drive sports cars because he loved life that much. Jeffery had arrived upon all the pedestals of the world – over the hearts of his students, and the abandoning loneliness that was his life. He could probably die a happy man.

Except there was Rachel – a sparkling shimmer of youth and the ignorance such agelessness brings. Rachel was a twenty two year old student that had haunted him for the last four years in his undergraduate and graduate classes, as his assistant, gopher and great friend. There was something about how that girl moved, spoke and enjoyed the world like he did that made him shiver. Someone finally met the world with the same eyes that he did – someone reached across the board and grabbed what he had to say with so much admiration and love – but this time it was this strong young filly, not some young man he could pat on the back and send on his way.

He admired her, took her for granted, and needed her.

Her world was consumed by his. She worked for him in his department and stayed around to share stories with him – she left no rock unturned, no drama squished and came out on top by a fluke of her nature. She danced to his music, one of folk singers and ageless tunes by talented musicians, not the things children of this world appreciated. She was a liberal and conservative and was a contradiction of existence because she sat on the fence of both worlds. Life itself is a contradiction. She drank beer, rode horses, got dirty but always looked so collected.

She wore a corset in the office, dressed in sweet skirts and wore pretty sandals. Once she ran with a bunch of boys out of the south part of town in a motorcycle gang and had purple hair, piercings and a knack for being naughty. When the exterior metal was taken off, the hair cleaned up and the boys shuffled off as connections she battled demons and broken promises. She became an EMT, danced around a major, attached herself to Mr Jameson and spent most nights sleeping in the office. She talked, played, laughed, and still managed to be disgustingly human but so pretty with her blue eyes and unwavering smile. She had no invented elements to her and shared, in confidence, all the secrets and troubles in her world.

Jeffery would come in early in the mornings laying on the office couch and her face cloudless, undisturbed. It treated him to some sort of misconception he was missing out. Sure, he had girlfriends and still had sex – but the older woman who crossed his path did not facinate him as much as Rachel did. Sweet, young, Rachel. And he kept her at arm’s length but taught her well. She would be his prodege, a legacy to carry on his knowledge and understanding. He would make her into something special.

Any man able to craft, mold, and frame such a beautiful and experienced creature was one very blessed, he recognised. The man who could enjoy such a woman was one who was probably doing something wrong, he also recognised. The sometimes carnal nature of man wanted to reach out even further into the lessons of life than college or university taught but a good teacher and disciplined knowledge of this world’s taboos kept him away from that one.

Over his Friday evening beer he mulled about the day. He’d slipped up – he’d been slipping up.

She had asked to go get her mail – he thought he heard ‘my male’ and Rachel would be the kind of girl to state something like that. He also knew she caught that when he asked who she was talking about – probably more protective than he should have said it too.

Rachel came back to grab a bag and left abruptly, a little red in her face and in that silent state he hated. She had a telling enough face he got the message. After four years and seeing each other six out of seven days a week for sometimes eight to twelve hours a day they could now just read each other like an open book.

He had to watch himself better – she was too young, he was too old, this should not be an issue. He kicked himself for making it awkward and wondered how he could make amends.

Rachel was picking some groceries up from the open market down the road from the college about two miles a walk from the campus and a quarter mile from Jeffery’s little dot on the map. She was throwing together a fruit dessert she saved for birthdays, holidays and stress days.

This was one of them.

Rachel, since day one, had crushed on Mr. Jeffery Jameson – a sweltering, taller man who was some sort of Highwayman in her dreams – the bad guy, good guy and character that met up with hers. But he was older than her father and the fact that the two of them lived around each other so much it was a sad displacement in their quiet Shangri-la at campus. He was older and wiser, sexy with his salt and pepper hair and he was off limits - much to her frustration.

But she loved spending time with him, bullshitting with him and exploiting his knowledge base. To her it was a misery she could live with – since women, after all, can live with many things that men cannot. Disappointment is usually a woman’s constant battle – men just let things go.

Rachel had remained single all this time – her love life shattered by the emblematic love she had for her work with Jeff. There was one young man who had remained steady in her life – Andrew. But his career was less academic and more practical which was a problem. He stirred up fights, was brazen more than brainy and had no pretty track record of control. She’d slept with him when she turned sixteen – the only man she’d ever slept with – but in the pitfall of their absolved sexual contact she broke it off.

Still he hounded her, like a puppy dog desperate for a bone, but she wasn’t going to let her guard down with him again. She tolerated his presence in her life because she had so few girlfriends to hang out with. The loved up neanderthal lived next door and would randomly insert himself into her days. Some days she could tolerate him. Today was not one of those days. The fact was Andrews’s persistence was a good reason why they were at the grocery store and as he poked holes in a few watermelons and popped a few grapes – to the shop-keepers horror, Rachel got her dessert supplies together.

“You don’t have to do that every time we come in here.”

“Yeah but what else is there to do?” He had his mouth full of grapes.

“Buy the food?”

“Like you’ve never stolen something.”

“That’s not what I’m saying – it’s about how you act in public.”

“Fine, pay for that crap and let’s go. I’ll meet you in the car.”

Rachel let him truck off in a huff as she got to the counter. The manager was snarling as she checked out.

Andrew left tracks on everything – be it his sexually conquered space, like Rachel, or simply the places he shopped. And because of the inconsiderate stomping he gave them they never would be fondly remembered marks. Andrew really was the guy who would die a certified asshole.

Rachel made it to the car and with reluctance climbed inside. The lift would be worth the unpleasantness… probably. Unfortunately the anger and esteemed hatred they felt for each other was present in full force. Andrew knew how to dig deep into Rachel’s nerve center after the shopping incident and made sure payback was swift.

“What do you fucking expect from me?”

“A little consideration, that’s all.”

“Like I’m not considerate enough.”

“You aren’t.”

“Figures you’d think that.”

“You’re an idiot!”

“So is it the fact you think I’m an asshole or a bad lay, Rachel? Do you enjoy sabotaging me?”

“Bullshit! Absolute fucking bullshit, Andrew. Are we talking about my sister? Are we really going to do this now?”

“I fancied my chances, she was game too - desperate for cock. You’re just angry I’ve stopped trying to get into your panties.”

“You prick! She isn’t interested and you know it. You just do this to aggravate me and you do a damn good job of it. She’s eighteen for fucks sake, Andrew, eighteen! Not some newly post-pubescent teenager you picked up at a nearby high school. You’re sad and desperate. Your association with her has to do with us and you trying to get back at me because you really are that juvenile.”

“Yeah, because you’re so fucking special.”

“I was to you, you jackass. If I remember correc-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Pull over.”

“No.”

“Fuck you, Andrew, pull the god damn car over.”

“Fine.”

He pulled over so fast he almost careened into the bumper of another car and caused a mid-day traffic pile up on the narrow, packed street. Thankfully bad driving was compensated by everyone else on the road and only a few gestures of road rage were broadcast.

Rachel had opened the door, slammed it into the metal 'No Parking’ sign and stormed off – not even willing to shut it as Andrew screamed at her from the car. She’d made it into the local coffee shop before anyone identified why exactly a young man was screaming, beeping his horn and causing a ruckus during rush hour traffic.

By the time he peeled away Rachel had a caramel latte in her hand and contemplated walking home. The walk back wasn’t bad – it was the fact Andrew had her groceries that really pissed her off.

The Friday evening was an empty basin for Jeff. The television was muttering something in the backdrop and the cascading twilight ran through the windows as light filtered out of the day. He was half napping and nearly getting a good buzz going when, like a bolt of lightening had struck, the apartment buzzer went off. It startled him.

He shuffled up from the lounge chair with a grumble to lean on the wall.

“Yeah, who is it?” he asked over the intercom.

“Jeff – hey, uhm, if… if it isn’t a good time, I-”

“Rachel?” A sense of thrill and shock uttered out of his voice.

About two seconds too late his mental filter wondered how well the intercom carried that one. “Come up on up, hun.”

It wasn’t unabashed for Rachel to show up – except tonight it was after their awkward moment. Ever so often he’d do something stupid and she’d walk two and a quarter miles to hand him a folder or he’d call and she’d gopher over something silly.

Tonight he met a somewhat distraught woman at his door.

“Hey,” she said at the door, peppy voice.

Something was wrong.

“Yeah, come in,” he mused. “What’s up?”

She was going to give him the generic nothing but sighed, “Andrew dumped me off here. Got into it with him; drama, you know. Thought I might as well stop by.”

What he had for a kitchen table was like a card table – she shuffled over to sit down as he walked over and grabbed a beer and sat it in front of her.

“All right,” he said. That usually ended these things – but he saw she was pondering, fighting, and enduring the idiocies of human whatnots. It was a show he’d seen many times before.

“I’m just pissed,” she said, shrugging, “I’ll get over it.”

And, a little too father like for his taste he answered, “Okay, but this has something to do with the two of you, right? So are you jealous and pissed or just pissed.”

“Just pissed,” she remarked – the honesty latent in the powerful anger she dispelled saying it. “Both at him and myself for this. And the fact I’ve let him leak back into things when he’s so immature I can’t deal with this. I’ll cut my losses and run but, god; it really is so damn frustrating.”

In about ten minutes the conversation went from how bad Rachel was doing to laughter and a few more beers. The television murmured while the evening sun got blotted by running storm clouds that moved in, fickle and drizzling to a very heavy, steady tumble.

Jeff and Rachel moved into the living room, chatting it up. Four years – he thought, looking at her wavy brown hair, long eyelashes and the immature light pink eye-shadow draped with a haughty woman’s smoky edge. She was very pretty, small but curvaceous, her curves lit by the flickering television. Thin lips, pouting mouth and perfect teeth up against a well angled jaw, long neck and shoulders that showed she was not some catfish but a woman with standards. She had small breasts which suited her petite frame perfectly and her ass was to die for! Rachel was very feminine and more than attractive.

The alcohol tipped him a little into over-observation. The conversation particularly useless witty pulls and commentary marveling at nothings. When the non-awkward space of silence fell in with a few more beers Rachel was asleep on the couch.

He felt no urge to wake her up and watched the play-by-plays of sports overviews, chucked at a few idiotic comments. Somewhere in the sprig of alcohol, TV and the sound of Rachel’s slow, rhythmic breathing the darkness landed over Jeffery and he too fell asleep.

A Saturday morning alarm went off that was not his own, a cell phone in Rachel’s bag was ringing with some obnoxious force. It took him two seconds to find it after he bolted up and another ten to make it stop.

Rachel was still fast asleep when he came around to find her, head on the middle couch cushion, sprawled out listlessly.

“Hey, Rachel… Kid-o, wake up.”

An early morning noise broke the young girl’s unconsciousness and she shuddered and looked up, “Oh god…”

“Yeah, one too many?”

“Mhmm… Lager’s too heavy for me on an empty stomach,” she grunted.

“Heh.”

“Ha-ha, super funny,” she drawled.

“Hey, you want me to run you home?”

“Sure.”

She half got up from the couch when an ankle went and Jeffery had maybe a fraction of a second to really move. He caught her around the waist and it would have been fine but, maybe it was the booze, maybe it was just touching her that made him overstep and the two of them ended up on the floor. Rachel managed to land with Jeffery craning one arm around her frame, both hands on his chest, and a definite sense of, “Uh-Oh” pitched into the air.

For Rachel it had been the worst possible choice of drink but the lager soon fell heavy and she’d always been able to drink a lot – and the morning rise was so painful. It was, however when she fell that she felt her stomach fully revolt. The horror of falling on top of someone you crushed on for four years is, well, mind-boggling.

The two of them were deadlocked and trying to stand up meant vomiting over Jeffery or on him – and staying put meant cuddling with her friend and mentor.

Out of some shameful feeling vomiting might be inappropriate she groaned, pained, and relinquished.

Jeffery was in utter shock of how they got here and he heard her make a noise no man, in no world, ever wanted to hear. But a man, single as he was, pitched against a twenty two year old he adored who just groaned was probably a highly volatile situation.

He sensed the devil’s presence, gleefully making plans to lure Jeff into this forbidden tryst as Jeff’s resolve began to crumble. How could he possibly take advantage of his friend… his prodege… but his sexual desire for the woman she had become skyrocketed. His pants agreed and prepared his older body, pulsing hot blood into his penis which in return signaled that, “We have lift off, Houston.” He struggled and fought the inappropriate response and he grunted trying to break free of this tangled mess of awkwardness.

Rachel quickly noticed that something was amiss and her face went bright red when she felt what was happening. Her heart rate escalated, her stomach literally overturned, the beer made it almost impossible for her to move as it churned over in her stomach and she, in some dull frustration, grabbed his shirt.

It was happening too fast. She couldn’t work out if she felt sick because of her over consumption, or if the sexual tension was going to make her throw up. In moments one of them was going to give… either Jeffery was going to move, extracting himself from the mess of bodily contact or Rachel was – and at least one of the two of them had a bodily function that needed execution.

It was Jeffery, at the moment the desperate grasp Rachel made, who made the first move – the boldest, brazen move of his life. He grabbed her and kissed her. At first Rachel was relieved he hadn’t moved anymore – and then the horror, thrill, violation and overturning of her stomach. But like some minor relief she was suddenly on her back, okay, fine and Jeffery was on top of her with his tongue halfway to the back of her tonsils.

It felt marvelous, hot and active – the simple act of kissing was one of her favourites. And he went full force at her since she hadn’t broken it yet either. He was great at it, big shoulders laying in over her frame. They fenced tongues for half a second, moaned and she crinkled a little bit feeling the butterflies cool off her stomach and a new ache appear stretching from her nipples to her neither regions.

Any teenager knows it and any woman finds a way to feed it – and like an answer Jeffery complied by settling his weight right there. Her heart started pounding and a new sickness overcame the old.

Like that the kiss was broken and Rachel opened her eyes and let out an earth shattering moan and her fingers knotted up in his shirt, and her nipples went instantly hard.

Jeffery had no idea where he was really. Completely in the hands of the devil, the blood left his brain and the function all of a sudden reverted – a libido jolt stole it like it can any man of any level of wisdom. He wasn’t powerless but her outcry made the difficulty in decision precise. He was separated by a few layers of fabric from all that reigned supreme in his world – a little girl, a girl a fraction of his age but one steeped in everything he was.

It was wrong, part of him uttered. Wrong why? Because this was taken advantage of a girl, someone so shaped by him his doing this could now destroy their relationship, the foundation of it, the very bridge they’d rode across carefully as mentor and student was being gapped by a carnal desire.

The reality was that Rachel, however, wasn’t stupid to it – she knew this, fantasized about it, loved it, thrilled it and kept it even amidst their controlled relationship. She was more than okay with it and smiled.

But Jeffery was going to bail; she could feel it in her guts. He had approached too fast and too hard in a situation too random. Like the tidal wave of a woman she was she rose her head up kissed him in compliance yet again and bucked her hips against his. An arm rose around his neck and she practically purred underneath him. A second later she broke away, writhed under him while she clung to him and said, very fast and very simply,

“I will let you do this so long as you know this: One, this does not change our relationship unless we say it does and two, you promise to do it again. I want you, Jeff.”

Somewhere, somehow the good angel of intentions got kicked off Jeffery’s shoulder at the motion of this girl, her hips, kisses, and words. He growled in utter, total frustration and pinned her there, “Agreed.”

Like that she felt the long skirt she wore was pulled down passed her knees and he moved just enough to undo his jeans and pull them down. He was completely unceremonious and totally desperate for her.

His shirt was ripped open exposing his chest and he quickly became naked from the waist down. He kissed her, sucked on her lip and put his weight down right on top of her so she could feel it and in the heat of the moment they didn’t care – she spread her legs out and he fell into place – no protection, no worries, heated writhing, hands up her shirt feeling, turning her nipples, molding her breasts.

Jeff moved quickly, parted her knees and poised his now throbbing and bare erection at the entrance of her young, exposed vagina, then pushed the tip of his tool between her pouting labia. He grabbed her head with his hands on either side, leaned into her and put his lips on hers, kissing her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck and put her tongue deep inside his mouth, probing to meet his tongue once more.

He pushed his hips forward quickly causing the head of his cock to enter her slippery, young hole. Rachel’s head suddenly cocked backwards with her mouth wide open and eyes tightly shut, her face cringing with pure lust, and the sound of air escaping from her lungs as he pushed into her. Like a hot knife in butter he drove his steel shaft into her delicate, pink depths. She let out a screaming 'yes’ as the penetration hit home, rubbing her clit on the way in. She kicked off her skirt and panties to wrap her legs around his body. He had enough leverage that he hit her home every time, banging with the weight of a big man and a girth she’d never felt before. Her eyes lolled into the back of her head, her body not stopping to reply by squirming under him, bucking back and her entire slicked pussy clamping down on his unprotected cock.

Jeff had a look of pain on his face, as he tightly held her close to him. The feeling of the young girl’s wet tight pussy around his cock almost sent him over the edge immediately. The feeling was like nothing he had ever felt but he wasn’t a young man, he still had an element of control. The years of experience screamed at him to hold on, to relish their love making. He vowed to hold on and they both lay there, motionless, breathing heavily, their heads on each other’s shoulders, and ears locked together with his cock head buried inside her. Mentor and student were joined. The devil had intervened and wickedness engulfed them both.

He pulled her tighter to his body and thrust into her again, sending his manhood deeper into her cunt. He was still not completely sheathed inside his young lover but Rachel’s body quivered and shook uncontrollably as he held her in his arms. He teased her with his tip and probed with his dick between her wet folds of flesh. She stared into his eyes and shivered as another intense orgasm sparked from her uterus to her womb and then out to her small but perfectly formed titties. Her nipples felt like hot bullets and demanded his attention. He dutifully obliged, unbuttoned her top and sucked one into his mouth.

She shuddered again as his fingers pulled and pinched on one nipple as his mouth sucked and bit on the other. Her blue eyes opened and searched his, lost in love and lust, as they both paused again, this time with his cock buried more deeply inside of her. She was totally out of control of her bodily reactions. She moaned and groaned with her face tightly pushed into his shoulder as each wave of orgasm crashed through her, from her pelvis to her spine, tingling all over. Her pussy now demanded his sex, she didn’t care about concequenses, she only wanted to belong to him.

Jeff felt her pussy tighten and release around his cock with each spasm of her climax. Her pussy muscles grasping at his big cock, trying to suck him in deeper. The feeling around his throbbing manhood was incredible. This beautiful young girl’s swollen tight vagina wrapped around his huge cock, cumming uncontrollably, preparing itself for the intercourse to come. As she was cumming, he felt the warmth of her juices squirt all over his cock with each pulse of her orgasm. Squirt after squirt, running over his cock and dripping down his legs. This was too much. He had to cum inside her. He had to give himself to her.

He opened her thighs wider and pulled her knees up to him so he could grab her ankles. With his hands on her ankles, he spread her legs apart, exposing her glistening labia with his half buried cock still inside it. It looked beautiful. It looked like destiny.

He stared at her with a look of pure lust. Rachel’s head tipped to the side, she shut her eyes with her hands still clinging to his neck. She was lost in her state of constant climax with his older, experienced cock inside of her. Do it - she whispered to herself.

Jeff needed no instruction. He was going to get his entire length of his penis into her and would pound her pretty vagina over and over until he came inside. He pulled his cock back slightly, with the head still inside, then pushed forward slowly so as to not hurt her. His phallus parted her slick flesh easily and her vagina welcomed his invasion. He kept pushing forward until she said something.

Four inches, five inches, then, “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Rachel groaned with a sigh. Jeff’s cock was so thick it stretched her young pussy to the limits.

“Oh my God” Rachel said. “Oh … fuck … that feels soooo fucking good. Don’t stop, keep pushing” she said, as her head tipped back arching her back.

Jeff pushed forward, sending his cock another inch into her sweet tight young pussy.

“OOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” cried Rachel. “Fuck …. Fuck … Oh my God … hold it there … hold it there … I wanna feel it inside!” she groaned, as she felt another orgasm rip through her and on the verge of another one, but much more intense.

He held his cock there for a few seconds then pushed deeper into her, slowly, all the way to his heavy balls. His cock was totally buried inside of her and felt like a tight hose around it, squeezing it. He pushed his groin into her and held her tight, not moving. The feeling of her pussy around his cock blew his mind with lust as his balls hung loosely between her silky smooth thighs.

“Oh Rachel… you’re so… perfect!” He gasped.

“JEFF! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH … FFFFFUUCK” Rachel yelled. Then she groaned in a deep soft tone, “Ohhhh… Jeff…” and suddenly screamed into the room, “you feel SOOOOOO HUGE!!!!” with her head totally tipped backward away from him. Her hips pushing into his groin taking his entire cock to her cervix. Her back arched and her nipples, now like hot pokers, burned into his chest.

They both felt her body beginning to react violently, her pussy muscles beginning to contract around his cock again with short small pulses. Rachel began to moan the most erotic sounds he has ever heard come from a woman as she was cumming constantly on his cock.

He marvelled at the young woman pinned beneath him as she shuddered in ecstasy. He was twice her age but this… this was what he wanted. He wanted her. He had always wanted her… and now he wanted to fuck her. He needed to fuck this sexy young woman, good, hard and fast, like she should be fucked.

“Do it!” She whimpered under him, impaled by his fuck tool. He pulled his throbbing length back slowly until it reached the head, all the while Rachel’s body was jerking and quivering with the feeling of his snugly fitting cock pulling out of her. Then he prepared himself for the assault - they were going to have sex. Hot. Taboo. Life changing sex.

“Are you sure?” He asked, genuinely concerned for a moment, as he held himself above her petite frame. It was an obsurd question in hindsight, Rachel had her legs up with her feet on his shoulders, her finger tips idilly stroked his staining arms. Her body was ready for copulation, there was no other outcome possible.

“Do it, Jeff,” she said huskily as she bit her lip and braced herself for her breeding. Jeff wasted no more time and pushed his erection into her all the way to his balls, then pulled back. He repeated this for several minutes, relishing the sensations of such exquisite penetration, but not yet pounding into her. With each thrust forward, Rachel’s head would tip back and she would arch her back to meet his thrust, moaning and groaning and not saying anything that could be understood. He could feel hitting her cervix with each full thrust into her inviting flesh.

The smell of their sex hung in the air and they started to breath heavily as their bodies worked as one. Jeff’s experience shone through as he anticipated her needs and picked up his pace to thrust into her faster and harder, increasing until he was pounding her young snatch voraciously. He could not believe how tight and how sopping wet her pussy was, his cock sliding in and out of her hole with such ease. His manhood began to twitch, his testicles tingled, on the verge of a massive orgasm… but he was determined to make it last. This forbidden sex was about her, giving her the pleasure she deserved, fulfilling her needs before his own.

Rachel completely lost it while he pounded away, pistoning into her harder and faster. His balls swinging. Her tits jiggling. Her head was violently shifting from side to side with his assault on her, eyes closed and mouth open, screaming, “OH FUCK … OH FUCK … GOD … YESSSS .. FUCK ME … FUCK ME … AHHHHHHHHH … RIGHT THERE, THAT’S IT … YES JEFF … POUND MY PUSSY … MMMMMMMMM … OOOWWWAHH … AHHHHHHHHH … I’M CUMMING … I’M CUMMING … AHHHHHH .. ALL-OVER-YOUR-FUCKING-COCK … OH-MY-GOD … FUCK … FUCK … AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”.

Her young body reacted uncontrollably to his cock as he fucked her like a wild animal, violently convulsing, shaking and shivering while she climaxed again and again and again. Still he continued fucking her. Wave after powerful wave sparked and crashed through her body as his manhood hit the back of her cunt with each thrust. Her pussy muscles contracting and releasing, her strong spasms causing her fluids to squirt out like a constricted hose as he pushed forward making a, “sssppsssssssss, sssppsssssssss” sound as her nectar squirted out of her all over his abdomen and chest.

With each spasm and squirt, Rachel mewed, “AHHHH, AHHHH” as she raised her head up and pushed her hips forward and upward to intensify the orgasm.

She could not believe what his cock was doing to her, it felt so fucking amazing. Never had she cum this violently before. She loved being his submissive slut and wanted nothing more than to fuck like this for the rest of her life.

With Rachel’s body reacting the way it was, Jeff’s cock was swelling beyond belief and getting ready for the most powerful orgasm he had ever had. He kept bucking into her, pounding her, grabbing her thighs and pulling her into his tingling penis. Her tight young pussy wrapped around his cock, sucking it in, wanting his cum inside.

“Oh Fuck …. Oh Fuck … Rachel … I’m gonna cum … I’m gonna cum baby” he said, in a hasty voice between his heavy breaths. “I’m gonna cum inside you baby. I’m gonna give it to you … Do you want it, Rachel? … Do you want it? … Tell me baby.”

Rachel managed to yelp out a few words while caught up in her own continual onslaught of powerful orgasms. Her young cunt spasms were much closer together, making her voice very broken, only able to speak between each brief strong wave that made her head go back, body convulse, clench her teeth, and between each deep breath, “OH … YEAH … CUM … INSIDE-ME … FUCK … YEAH … I-NEED … YOUR … CUM … INSIDE … ME”.

Jeffery started thrusting wildly, grunted every time, eyes sparkling as he kissed her, gazing down on their rutting sexes and finding her forbidden flesh so utterly intriguing. It was hot, it was wicked and it was probably wrong somewhere in this world – but it meant everything to him.

She meant everything to him, and vise versa.

He fucked her forcefully, growling into high wails and screams, cries that echoed and thumped on the apartment floor for a good twenty minutes of sheer bliss and then like criminals, partners in crime, the two lovers arched their backs… and came. She felt it go first, the point of no return and a sudden jerk of her inner muscles contracting around his already twitching cock. She clamped down on him so god damn hard he felt himself shudder as he buried himself, his slit nuzzling against her open cervix.

He stopped and stared into her dilated blue eyes, his dick was swelling inside her vagina, over stimulated and ready to explode. Her quivering vaginal walls were slick and welcomed his lubricated penis into its folds. Her hold body seemed to vibrate around him, as she held her breath as she let herself go. She was in heaven, her mentor teaching her this one final lesson. Her whole being was in rapturous ecstasy and she squealed in delight. He looked hungrily upon her quivering breasts and with one hard push his penis fully penetrated her balls deep. He withdrew and ploughed into her fertile body, the second beastly push hitting the opening to her womb. He reached out and clenched her breasts under his palms, almost crushing them, while he let his masculinity lay on her – feeling his skin all over her, trapping her, making her ripe for insemination. He rocked with her body and shut his eyes in a tight grimace as his testicles tightened.

“Do it,” was all she said as the first shots of his semen streaked through his dick and splashed into his assistant’s vagina, filling her sex with the first jet of his hot, creamy ejaculate. He impaled himself inside her for a whole minute as he came in powerful spurts into her fizzing vagina. His sperm blasted against her receptive cervix and his seed flooded her womb. She felt it and he grunted seven times as he pumped seven streaks of himself deep inside her forbidden depths. Then, with them both seeing stars, he collapsed on top of her body as she twitched in the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Her world went black.

He gathered the last of his strength to rise from her. Their sweat and sex juices glistening on their skin. Her breasts rose and fell, nipples now exposed against his frame. Her eyes rolled a little more before they shut. He slicked out of her, a puddle of their love making left streaking his floor. Jeffery untangled himself from her limp limbs and gathered his woman into his arms. Carefully he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom placing her on the bed and stared in wonder and confusion at the girl he had made love to.

He dilligently cared for his lover, tucking her in before fetching her something to help rouse her from the sex and beer induced exhaustion. A pot of coffee brewed impatiently – this was the second one. When Rachel woke she moaned and he was there, coffee in hand. It was real. It was awkward and she remembered it all.

They looked deep into each other’s eyes once more. His heart seemed to stop. She could feel his spent jizz oozing from her well fucked pussy. The silence seemed to last an eternity but it was abruptly shattered after just a few seconds. She leaned in towards him and they kissed. His heart resumed beating… now for her… as it always should have been. His fingers got lost in her hair as she felt his thigh and grabbed a fist full of his shirt. He almost spilt her coffee everywhere.

It was all fabulous, well and good – except for the look of perplexion mixed with bliss etched upon Jeffery’s face. She smiled at his awkwardness as he sat there and some minutes later, as they sipped on the hot coffee, he looked at his young lover and asked,

“What, exactly, do you suppose we do now?”

The princess that she was smirked, “I’m game for round two actually.” As one they placed the coffee cups on the bedside table and fell into each other’s arms.