Ecstasy
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If only they had made some sort of agreement about their emotions. Something like: If I fall in love with you, I can tell you how I feel and you’ll say you've fallen in love with me too.
Charlie sighed and flipped the top off another bottle. Getting drunk was the sucker’s way out, but since that’s what he was, he drank up.
A knock on his door startled him out of his not-quite-drunken-enough stupor. He plopped the beer bottle down, sloshing sticky liquid all over the coffee table, and dragged himself to the door.
“Probably some kid trying to sell candy bars,” he muttered as he turned the doorknob.
“Hey Charlie!” Candace said, as she stood on his doorstep looking more glorious than any angel ever had. “Could I come in?”
He nodded and stepped aside dazedly.
She was still wearing the short yellow skirt and pink top from their jaunt to the zoo. She looked tastier than ever, especially since the zippy night air had puckered her ni**les up beneath her thin cotton tank.
She turned to him with a determined look in her eyes. “I was thinking about lesson five, and all of the wonderful lessons we’ve already had. I think we need to shake things up a little bit for this last lesson. So, for lesson five, which I believe you told me was going to be about role playing, I’m going to be the teacher and you’re going to be the student.”
Charlie’s c**k stood up at attention as he took in her words. He was speechless, stunned that she had magically appeared on his doorstep, mesmerized by her beauty, and bowled over by how she wanted to reverse their roles.
Not waiting for any response for him, she walked out of his foyer and down the hall, until she reached the door of his master bedroom. She looked over her shoulder and said, “You don’t want to be late to class, do you? ‘Cause I hear the teacher spanks her students when they’re bad,” and then disappeared into his bedroom.
By the time he snapped out of his fog and jogged down the hall to the goddess who awaited him, Candace was nowhere to be found in his bedroom. Hearing the water running in his adjoining bathroom, he peeked his head into the doorway and saw a blessed sight.
Candace was leaning over his enormous spa bathtub, setting the water temperature and jets.
And she was completely, blessedly naked.
He reached for the hem of his t-shirt to pull it off over his head, but she whipped around and said, “Keep your clothes on.”
He stopped with the shirt mid-way up his torso. “Huh?”
She walked up to him and pressed her full br**sts up against his chest. “You heard me. I want you to keep your clothes on until I tell you otherwise,” she said, and then spun around and gingerly dipped a toe into the hot water. Slipping into the tub, she stretched out fully, with her ni**les jutting proudly out of the water. They puckered tightly as cool air blew across them.
“Soap me up,” she said, and Charlie immediately gathered up a small washcloth and a bar of herbal soap off the holder by the sink.
“Kneel on the bath mat,” she directed him, and again he did as she bade. Then she crossed her legs in the tub and wiggled the toes on her right foot. “Start here.”
Incredibly aroused by the way she had taken charge of their lovemaking, Charlie thought his c**k was going to explode in his pants. He wet the small, soft terry cloth towel, slid it over the bar of soap until it foamed, and rubbed it over the arch of her foot, making her moan with pleasure.
He worked the cloth diligently up her right leg, leaning over the rim of the sunken two-person tub to touch every inch of her smooth skin, running the cloth past her kneecap, across the top of her thigh. And then, just as he got to the apex between her legs, he stopped, lathered up the towel and started with her left foot, mirroring his actions on her left side.
“Wash me, student.”
Charlie held back a grin and obeyed her again, pressing the cloth firmly into her pu**y lips, rubbing it back and forth over her clit, watching her ni**les grow engorged as she got more and more aroused, watching the pulse in her neck beat wildly as she closed her eyes and arched her back.
She came undone beneath his hand.
He wanted to kiss her, but he knew she was in charge of this lesson, so he continued to rock her pelvis in the palm of his hand until her breathing returned to normal and she opened her eyes again.
“Take off your clothes and get inside the tub,” she said evenly.
He was surprised by how controlled she was, considering she had been screaming and writhing just moments before.
He quickly stripped off his t-shirt and jeans and then stepped into the warm water. He stood in the tub, his c**k thick and hard and ready to plunge into Candace’s dripping cunt.
“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,” she said as she kneeled in the tub and while he was still standing up, she took the head of his c**k into her mouth lightly ran her tongue over it, tasting him.
Then she slid more of his penis into her mouth and he felt his head pushing up against the back of her throat. She sucked against his shaft while she held his balls in her hands.
“Candy, I won’t be able to-” he began to say when he didn’t think he could take it any longer, and she took her sweet lips off of his c**k and pulled him down into the tub.
“Do me doggy,” she said, and turned over so that her br**sts were pressed up against the cool tile surrounding the tub and her ass was flared up from the rim.
Charlie kneeled behind her. “If the teacher insists.”
He reached one hand around between the tile and her torso to cup and squeeze her br**sts and the other around to swirl her swollen clit.
And then he did what he’d wanted to do since the beginning of lesson one, and rammed his c**k hard into Candace’s pu**y.
His balls were swinging into her thighs and she reached around to cup them in her hands. “Harder, Charlie. Harder!” she demanded as she pushed her ass tighter to his hips, wiggling and moaning.
He couldn’t remember the last time his c**k had been so distended, so engorged. As he felt his c**k begin to contract, he pressed his palm against her swollen, firm clit and pumped his hand against her mound.
“Oh god, Candy, you’re so hot, so wet,” he groaned.
The water was cold by the time she wrung the last drop of come out of him. They untangled their bodies and got up to take a shower.
As he dried her off with a thick towel, she smiled at him and said, “Thanks for the five great mentoring sessions,” and kissed him softly on his lips, letting her tongue merge with his.
Pulling back from her mouth, Charlie said, “Candy, there’s something I need to tell you,” at the very exact time she said, “Charlie, there’s something I’ve been meaning to say to you.”
Charlie sighed and flipped the top off another bottle. Getting drunk was the sucker’s way out, but since that’s what he was, he drank up.
A knock on his door startled him out of his not-quite-drunken-enough stupor. He plopped the beer bottle down, sloshing sticky liquid all over the coffee table, and dragged himself to the door.
“Probably some kid trying to sell candy bars,” he muttered as he turned the doorknob.
“Hey Charlie!” Candace said, as she stood on his doorstep looking more glorious than any angel ever had. “Could I come in?”
He nodded and stepped aside dazedly.
She was still wearing the short yellow skirt and pink top from their jaunt to the zoo. She looked tastier than ever, especially since the zippy night air had puckered her ni**les up beneath her thin cotton tank.
She turned to him with a determined look in her eyes. “I was thinking about lesson five, and all of the wonderful lessons we’ve already had. I think we need to shake things up a little bit for this last lesson. So, for lesson five, which I believe you told me was going to be about role playing, I’m going to be the teacher and you’re going to be the student.”
Charlie’s c**k stood up at attention as he took in her words. He was speechless, stunned that she had magically appeared on his doorstep, mesmerized by her beauty, and bowled over by how she wanted to reverse their roles.
Not waiting for any response for him, she walked out of his foyer and down the hall, until she reached the door of his master bedroom. She looked over her shoulder and said, “You don’t want to be late to class, do you? ‘Cause I hear the teacher spanks her students when they’re bad,” and then disappeared into his bedroom.
By the time he snapped out of his fog and jogged down the hall to the goddess who awaited him, Candace was nowhere to be found in his bedroom. Hearing the water running in his adjoining bathroom, he peeked his head into the doorway and saw a blessed sight.
Candace was leaning over his enormous spa bathtub, setting the water temperature and jets.
And she was completely, blessedly naked.
He reached for the hem of his t-shirt to pull it off over his head, but she whipped around and said, “Keep your clothes on.”
He stopped with the shirt mid-way up his torso. “Huh?”
She walked up to him and pressed her full br**sts up against his chest. “You heard me. I want you to keep your clothes on until I tell you otherwise,” she said, and then spun around and gingerly dipped a toe into the hot water. Slipping into the tub, she stretched out fully, with her ni**les jutting proudly out of the water. They puckered tightly as cool air blew across them.
“Soap me up,” she said, and Charlie immediately gathered up a small washcloth and a bar of herbal soap off the holder by the sink.
“Kneel on the bath mat,” she directed him, and again he did as she bade. Then she crossed her legs in the tub and wiggled the toes on her right foot. “Start here.”
Incredibly aroused by the way she had taken charge of their lovemaking, Charlie thought his c**k was going to explode in his pants. He wet the small, soft terry cloth towel, slid it over the bar of soap until it foamed, and rubbed it over the arch of her foot, making her moan with pleasure.
He worked the cloth diligently up her right leg, leaning over the rim of the sunken two-person tub to touch every inch of her smooth skin, running the cloth past her kneecap, across the top of her thigh. And then, just as he got to the apex between her legs, he stopped, lathered up the towel and started with her left foot, mirroring his actions on her left side.
“Wash me, student.”
Charlie held back a grin and obeyed her again, pressing the cloth firmly into her pu**y lips, rubbing it back and forth over her clit, watching her ni**les grow engorged as she got more and more aroused, watching the pulse in her neck beat wildly as she closed her eyes and arched her back.
She came undone beneath his hand.
He wanted to kiss her, but he knew she was in charge of this lesson, so he continued to rock her pelvis in the palm of his hand until her breathing returned to normal and she opened her eyes again.
“Take off your clothes and get inside the tub,” she said evenly.
He was surprised by how controlled she was, considering she had been screaming and writhing just moments before.
He quickly stripped off his t-shirt and jeans and then stepped into the warm water. He stood in the tub, his c**k thick and hard and ready to plunge into Candace’s dripping cunt.
“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,” she said as she kneeled in the tub and while he was still standing up, she took the head of his c**k into her mouth lightly ran her tongue over it, tasting him.
Then she slid more of his penis into her mouth and he felt his head pushing up against the back of her throat. She sucked against his shaft while she held his balls in her hands.
“Candy, I won’t be able to-” he began to say when he didn’t think he could take it any longer, and she took her sweet lips off of his c**k and pulled him down into the tub.
“Do me doggy,” she said, and turned over so that her br**sts were pressed up against the cool tile surrounding the tub and her ass was flared up from the rim.
Charlie kneeled behind her. “If the teacher insists.”
He reached one hand around between the tile and her torso to cup and squeeze her br**sts and the other around to swirl her swollen clit.
And then he did what he’d wanted to do since the beginning of lesson one, and rammed his c**k hard into Candace’s pu**y.
His balls were swinging into her thighs and she reached around to cup them in her hands. “Harder, Charlie. Harder!” she demanded as she pushed her ass tighter to his hips, wiggling and moaning.
He couldn’t remember the last time his c**k had been so distended, so engorged. As he felt his c**k begin to contract, he pressed his palm against her swollen, firm clit and pumped his hand against her mound.
“Oh god, Candy, you’re so hot, so wet,” he groaned.
The water was cold by the time she wrung the last drop of come out of him. They untangled their bodies and got up to take a shower.
As he dried her off with a thick towel, she smiled at him and said, “Thanks for the five great mentoring sessions,” and kissed him softly on his lips, letting her tongue merge with his.
Pulling back from her mouth, Charlie said, “Candy, there’s something I need to tell you,” at the very exact time she said, “Charlie, there’s something I’ve been meaning to say to you.”
