The Gagging Teacher and The Athletic Cumslut (pt. 2/2) [long] [mf] | 2016

I didn’t have much time between Sarah and Cindy. Maybe 6 hours. After a quick lunch, I smoked a little bud and took a luxurious nap on my sex-covered sheets. I woke up feeling refreshed and went for a quick workout.

I’m not a gym rat, but I workout to relieve stress and keep my life balanced. That, and to stave off a beer gut for as long as possible. I’m not "ripped," but my abs are toned. A vein runs down my left bicep. I’m strong; I can deadlift and squat upwards of 400lbs. I have two faded tattoos. A scruffy face with short brown hair. I have some Cuban in me, so I stay just darker than most, throughout the year. My chest hair is trimmed, my stomach to my balls: smooth. My dick is cut, just above average in length, and average girth. I usually get compliments on my abilities in the sack.

As I got out of the shower after the gym, I gave myself a little smirk in the mirror. I still couldn’t believe this was happening.

One the way to Cindy’s I grabbed some beer. We were headed to the bars later and I wanted to pregame a bit.

When I got to her house, she greeted me in a hoodie and yoga pants. She’s maybe 100 lbs when wet. And even though the hoodie was small she looked lost in it. Cindy is very petite. Perky, A-Cup tits that fill each of my cupped palms. Little, light pink nipples sit on each one. Her whole body was tight and you could feel her muscles. She’s 5’; I’m 5’11”. When I hugged her my arms fully encircled her. She felt like a doll.

I felt my power over her in that moment. It was different than how I felt with Sarah. This was a physical, almost dangerous power. I could toss this girl around. I planned on doing just that.

Cindy turned and headed up the stairs. I followed. Her butt bobbed in front of me. Like the rest of her it was small. But because of all the work in the gym, each cheek was round and firm. I could fit one in each hand if I stretched my fingers a little. She smelled like fabric softener. Her blond hair danced on her shoulders. I caught her eye as she turned to make sure I was there. She smiled. I smacked her bum.

Upstairs, I cracked a beer. Cindy came over and wrapped her arms around my waist and looked up at me.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Nothing. I just like your face.” She smiled.

I put my hand on her ass and pulled her towards me. She got up on her tip toes and kissed me. Then, she grabbed my cock through my pants and pulled me towards the bedroom. We didn’t make it to the bars.

As soon as the door closed behind us I grabbed her throat. I kissed her hard. My beer found the dresser. I moved her up against the wall and pushed into her as I kissed her.

She gasped and swallowed. I felt her throat move under my hand. I relaxed my grip. Cindy pushed her head forward against mine and our tongues met. I pushed down again, and she bit my lip.

Our eyes opened and we both smiled.

I gathered her hands above her head and pinned them there with one of mine. With my other I reached under her hoodie. I didn’t find a shirt or bra. I felt lace running up her back. She looked at me with mischief in her eyes.

I lifted her hoodie over her head and discovered a black, lace leotard. It was a stunning image: the black stood out in contrast against her pale skin. The neck line dove to her belly button in the front, and just above her ass in the back.

“Wow,” is all I could say.

I turned her around and pulled off her yoga pants. I pinned her hands above her head again and she stuck her ass out. I smacked each cheek. Each time she let out a little moan. I kept doing this and the moans grew louder. I pinched her nipples through the lace; I ran my hand between her thighs and felt the wet spot forming – and her warmth.

My slaps grew harder and the pinches got longer. When her ass was nice and red I stood behind her and pressed my dick, through my pants, between her buttcheeks. I reached up, grabbed her throat, and curved her back towards me. Her ass pressed back and up against my dick.

“Get on your knees,” I growled into her ear.”

She dropped and ripped my pants off. My cock sprang free. A drop of precum flicked off the tip. She looked up at me, took my cock in both hands, and pressed her lips over the top. Now, Cindy isn’t as good at giving head. But, she got enthusiastic and kept her eyes locked on mine. I could see the tip of my cock stretching her lips. As she tugged at my balls, worked my shaft, and swished her tongue across my cock, something grew within me. I needed her. I needed to toss her around and fuck the breath out of her lungs.

I grabbed under her arms and lifted her up. Her feet left the floor and I tossed her onto the bed. I jumped on top of her and kissed her. She had a deep, musky taste. A little salty. She tasted like me; I tasted like her. I pushed her panties to the side, put her feet over my shoulders, and plunged my cock into her. Her neck arched back, and she let out a long, slow moan. I didn’t give her a chance to relax. I drew back the length of my cock and thrust back in. I got into my rhythm. As my groin and balls slapped against her, she grabbed my ass, and kept pulling me into her harder.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” she said.

“Good,” I smiled at her.

I started going harder.

Suddenly, she started to shake and pushed back off my cock. Still shaking, I saw something shoot out of her pussy.

“Whoa,” was all I could muster.

“Sorry!”

“Sorry?! Sorry for what?! That…was fucking awesome!!” I half-yelled at her.

I put my cock right back in her. I kept at it like that for a little while longer and she came again. I pulled out and told her to get on top.

Cindy does this thing that I have only seen in porn. In facing away from me, she sticks a leg under each of mine. Her ass nestles right between my legs and her asshole sticks right up at me. She reaches under herself and guides my cock into her pussy. It’s so tight and stretches around my cock. She started to bounce up and down. Every time she went up her inner lips gripped my lips until shiny. It’s honestly the best view in the world. Your legs spread, with a tiny chick with a tight ass just fills that space. As I watched and felt her pussy get wetter on my cock, I knew she was going to squirt again. I pushed myself up and reached around to her clit. I worked my middle finger back and forth. In seconds she started to shake and jumped up off my dick. Cum squirted backwards onto my stomach. I honestly get why girls like when guys cum on them. I realize many do not. But for those that do, I get it. It was so hot to feel her warm cum on my stomach. Knowing I made her do that. It sends shivers down my spine now just thinking about it.

She fell forward onto the bed – still shaking. She looked back at me and smiled. I stared, hungry, at her ass. Cindy noticed and wiggled it back towards me. I grabbed it with both hands and guided her pussy back onto my dick. I put one foot flat on the bed so I was balancing on one knee. I went to town on her pussy.

“Oh fuck. Right there.” She started panting.

I reached under her and started to flick her clit. I was working every angle. I was sweating. Her pussy began to tighten around my cock. I told her I was about to cum.

“Fucking cum all over me,” she said.

This was a new side of her. I fucking loved it. It pushed me over the edge. I pulled out, stood up, and came all over her back. I shook my dick off and grabbed a towel. I felt kinda bad, but she just rolled over and said: “That was hot.” I honestly couldn’t believe it.

“That was unreal,” I said.

She giggled and jumped off the bed to get some water. Her little bum bounced out the door and my head crashed back into the pillow.