Jo Ann reacted instinctively, attempting to give him even more pleasure with the pressure of her own tongue, but his huge cock was outlandishly thick and much too long. It was a pile driver, banging uncontrollably in and out of her mouth. She was making gasping, gurgling noises. In fact, she was choking. It was impossible for her to take it any longer. She felt herself suffocating. Soon she would die. Her fingers clawed anxiously at his flat buttocks in an effort to make him pull his cock out, but she had no nails, and thus the pressure of her fingertips digging into his flat, almost hairless back cheeks only egged him on until his cock was buried so deep in her narrow throat that his pubic hairs were pressing against her chin and his balls were covering her nostrils.
But by now it no longer mattered because things were beginning to take place in the depths of the girl's cunt. The tip of his working tongue was circling the quiveringly erect clitoris. His mouth continued to suck, pulling the soft, warm folds of her inner vaginal flesh against his bared teeth and into the burning cave of his anxious mouth.
Jo Ann was completely at the man's mercy, totally lost. But she was a love slave willing to die from this kind of love. Nothing existed for her at the moment but the flaring fire in the seething depths of her quaking cunt and the sausage of pleasure delving that much deeper into her throat. Her back was an arched bridge as it bent upward toward the dean's eager lips. Her feet slammed flatly against the mattress repeatedly, making it shake, but she didn't feel any vibrations, and then, incredibly, that which she had been seeking was taking place. It was an explosion the magnitude of which was incredible to believe. It was the most indescribably beautiful thing to ever happen. She gargled as she came, her voice totally blocked because of the thick phallus continually clogging her pretty little mouth.
Her legs flew wide apart, kicking this way and that as the convulsions began in her interior and spread through her abdomen to her chest, and then radiated from her extremities. The contracting muscles of her innermost sex spat out great gouts of lubrication, hitting him in the face and he hurried to suck and drink as much of it down as his hungering mind became aware of how unbelievably clean and delicious the little girl was. He was unable to remember when he had last encountered a girl who made a point of keeping herself as clean as this young girl.
He continued hungrily licking, and she continued spasming, one orgasm mounting on top of another. But the beautiful young girl felt a sudden sense of disappointment when the man finally pulled his cock from her mouth. Even as she lay there, totally senseless, overpowered by the rapture that had swelled through her, she reached out with her hands, trying to grasp it with the hope of once again returning it to her aching mouth. She sought it like a blind, unweaned calf wanted its mother's udder.
But the phallus was gone for the moment. The man had moved his body away from her. Was this all? Was this the way he would end it?
It seemed unfair. She had come here to lose her virginity, and she didn't want to settle for oral sex, no matter how good it was.
Opening her eyes, she looked at the man who was now kneeling on the bed, panting, staring at her. His face was oily with the secretions she had shot into it. For the moment she had no strength to talk to him, to tell him what she wanted. He sensed it, and rising from the bed, left the room.
For the moment she assumed this was it! No more sex! Her ears picked up the sound of him pottering around in the kitchen, and if she'd had the strength, she would have gotten up and gone in there and begged him to return to the bedroom and complete the satisfaction.
A few moments later he returned with a cup of steaming instant black coffee, He sat beside her on the bed, helped her to a sitting position, and held the cup to her lips, saying, "It's not the best-tasting stuff in the world, but the caffeine will stimulate you and help you regain your strength."
Regain her strength? For what? She looked at him, wondering what was on his mind, then shrugged and leaned forward, sipping the coffee. He was right about one thing. Black, unsweetened coffee tasted like garbage. God! How was it possible for people to drink that garbage? Shrugging, she took another sip; then another, closing her eyes, feeling it flow through her, and in a little while, she felt her strength beginning to return.
Chapter 4
When she had finished the coffee and had rested a few moments more, feeling renewed energy pour into her young body, the young girl was aware of Evan Joseph decisively pulling her slender legs apart after her coffee cup had been put down on the nearby nightstand. He lifted her knees, putting her feet flat against the mattress, and when she opened her eyes, the handsome man's countenance was next to hers. He kissed her, this time savagely, not like an older man kissing a younger girl; but a handsome lover kissing the woman he adored. For the first time her mouth tasted the sweetness of her own vaginal honey from his lips.
Gradually the older man moved on top of the lovely young girl and covered her soft, small, slender form with his own. Now she felt the hardness of his awesome masculine instrument between her thighs, where only minutes earlier she had thrilled to the delightful pressure of his probing tongue and kissing lips. This was it! She was about to be fucked! Really fucked! And by a man who knew how! The knowledge made her heart pump faster and her lungs breathe more swiftly. She felt herself tensing, preparing, not knowing what would happen. Then the probe parted her vaginal lips, and it occurred to her that it felt different from anything she had ever previously known. It wasn't at all the way it had been in her dream. Even so, she ached for it to happen.
She wanted to feel what it was like to have a man inside her, and did her best to relax, forcing herself to loosen the tightness in her abdominal muscles. For a moment she thought she had been successful, then felt the pressure of the probing phallus as it widened the vaginal opening in an attempt to enter, and she realized this time she wasn't feeling the pleasures of before. This time, even lubricated, she was feeling discomfort, and then the head of the penis popped into her. It was actually inside her, but there was no real pain, none at all.
Jo Ann was surprised. She had assumed something as thick and as long as that monstrous pole jutting from between Dr. Joseph's thighs would have caused her agonizing pain. After all, she was so tiny between her legs. But, but… why this wasn't really painful at all. She was being internally stretched somewhat, but the hot flesh, hard as it was, was somewhat like the smooth velvet she had felt in her dream. It felt absolutely wonderful.
The dean, clever enough to know not to press too hard too quickly, contented himself with gently moving the head of his cock in and out of the slippery moistness of her interior opening. Abruptly, the girl became aroused all over again as the last glow of her earlier orgasm dissipated in the seething temperature generated by this new fire swelling within her. She felt his hot, hard flesh moving inside her like a restless, caged lion, pacing back and forth as it were, now and again withdrawing and rubbing the thickness of itself against her hot slit. It was maddening to her. More, it was beautiful. She had to feel more of the organ. She wanted to know what it was like to have him deeper inside her. She wanted to know the wonders her mother felt when her father fucked the older woman. More, she wanted to feel the marvelous sensation she knew this man was capable of imparting to the different women with whom he had made love.