The Lesson the Old Man Gave Me - Part 2

Chapter 54

The kiss hit like thunder.

He didn't ask permission: he just took my mouth, hard, rough, his tongue invading, swallowing my moan before I could let it out. I felt the impact shoot down my chest, explode in my gut, pulse straight between my legs. It was pure hunger, pent-up rage, months of restrained glances now unleashing everything at once. He bit my lip, sucked my tongue, devoured me like he wanted to swallow me whole.

His hands grabbed my waist, pressed me against his hard body, and yanked up under my skirt in a violent tug. Thick fingers yanked down the protective shorts I wore because of my bad habits, along with my panties, pulling everything down at once. The cold air hit the exposed skin, my already swollen, wet, throbbing pussy. An icy shock that made my whole body shudder.

The kiss hung in the air when he let me go suddenly. Before I could breathe, his hands spun me around hard, shoving me against the kitchen counter. My hips slammed into the cold marble with a dull thud that echoed in my ribs. He pulled me back, bent me over the sink, my skirt riding up on its own, leaving me arched, exposed, the cold air licking the hot skin.

"Oh God, he's gonna fuck me right now." The thought flashed through my brain like lightning.

I stayed there, ass up, face pressed to the cold granite, listening to the sounds behind me: heavy breathing, zipper coming down, fabric hitting the floor. A low, animal grunt that made my pussy clench on its own.

The first slap landed heavy, open-palmed, cracking loud against the flesh. The sting exploded, shot up my back, down to my toes. I opened my mouth in a silent scream.

Another. Harder.

The skin burned, tingled, throbbed.

He spread my ass cheeks with both hands, opened me wide, leaving me splayed for the world. I felt the cold air at the entrance, the honey dripping down my thighs, the shame mixing with an ache of lust that hurt.

Then came his tongue.

Hot, wide, licking from bottom to top like an animal, sucking my swollen clit like it was candy he'd waited years to taste. I roared, a hoarse, animal sound I didn't even know lived in me. My legs shook, my knees buckled, I only stayed upright because he held me.

Another slap, sharper, deeper. The sting blended with the pleasure until I couldn't tell where one started and the other ended.

Suddenly two thick fingers plunged in at once, no warning, no gentleness.

It wasn't frantic like the boys at school. It was precise, deep, the perfect curve hitting that spot that blacks out the world. He shoved them all the way in, crooked them, twisted, like he knew exactly where to press to unravel me. My body collapsed on the counter, tits smashed against the marble, arms limp, just moans spilling out, one after another, louder, more desperate.

I didn't exist anymore.

His tongue danced on my ass, hot, wet, insistent, while the two fingers inside my pussy made a slow, torturous motion, making space, rubbing that spot that left me blind. The other hand pried my cheek open so hard it hurt, but the pain mixed with everything and turned to pleasure. I felt every inch of skin stretched, every nerve exposed, the cold air slipping in where nothing had ever gone, the heat of his mouth claiming it all.

I was so close.

So close I wasn't breathing right anymore.

It was a tightness starting deep in my gut, rising in waves, crashing heavy, coming back stronger. My whole body shook, thighs quivering, toes curling on the cold floor. I tried to hold it, tried to breathe, but I had no control left. My pussy gripped his fingers on its own, in desperate spasms, like it was begging to cum.

"Please… please…"

I didn't even know if I said it out loud or if it was just in my head.

The pleasure built and built and built… turned into a fireball that wouldn't fit inside me anymore, but I felt the exact second it broke. I came with a hoarse, long scream that tore my throat. My whole body locked up, back arched, head fell back. The wave hit so hard I saw white, saw stars, saw nothing. It was an earthquake inside me: pussy pulsing, squirting, ass clenching on his tongue, clit throbbing so fast it hurt from how good it felt. I shook all over, out of control, lost, crying from the pleasure.

And it was right in that second, when I was most open, most limp, most surrendered, that he stood up, gripped my hips with both hands, and slammed everything in at once.

Deep.

No warning.

No mercy.

The scream that came out of me wasn't human. His cock tore me in half, filled me to the womb, stretched me so wide I felt every vein, every inch burning its way. The orgasm that was fading roared back double strength, spun inside me like a hurricane, lifted me off the ground. My body locked up again, legs ceased to exist, arms splayed on the counter. I wasn't breathing anymore. I just felt him deep, deep, deep, invading me completely, taking what was his.

The world spun.

The kitchen vanished.

There was only his rhythm, brutal, relentless, each thrust slamming so deep I felt it in my throat. He gripped my hair hard, a whole handful twisted in his fist, yanking my head back until my neck ached, forcing me to arch more, open more, take more. Every time he drove in, the thick cock slid all the way, pulled out almost completely, rammed back with violence, stretching, filling, marking. I felt every vein pulsing inside me, his head battering the bottom, forging a path where no one had reached.

Suddenly he let go of my hair. Two fingers, the same ones that had opened my pussy from the inside, appeared in front of my mouth. Wet, glistening with me. He shoved them in without asking, deep, until I gagged on the taste of my own pussy, sweet, salty, shameful. I sucked desperately, licked, moaned around them while he fucked harder, faster, the wet slap of our skin echoing loud.

Then the hand switched.

Back to my neck, squeezed firm, cutting off the air again. The world shrank, narrowed, just his cock and the pressure on my lungs.

I came again, no warning, no control.

My pussy clamped him so hard he grunted loud, almost lost his rhythm. The orgasm crashed in violent waves, shaking me all over, making me tremble from head to toe, hot jets running down my thighs, body convulsing around him like it wanted to trap him forever.

He pulled out of me all at once, with a wet sound that echoed in the empty kitchen. My legs gave out right then; I almost collapsed to the floor, but he grabbed my arm, spun me around, and gave me a sharp slap across the face, hard enough to sting, light enough not to really mark.

"See what happens when you mess with an older man, you little slut?"

His voice was hoarse, satisfied, cruel.

He shoved me down.

"On your knees."

I obeyed without thinking, the cold floor on my knees, body still shaking from the orgasms. He held my chin with one hand, forcing my mouth open, and with the other started stroking himself, fast, firm, his red, shiny-with-me cock right in front of my eyes.

"Open that naughty little mouth wide."

I opened.

He groaned low, arm muscles tense, and came.

Hot, thick jets hit my whole face: one in the eye that stung and teared up, another in the hair that stuck to the strands, more running down my nose, my cheek, dripping off my chin. He laughed, a low, sated laugh, almost affectionate.

"There, you little tramp. Now you've learned."

He let go of my chin, gave a light pat on my cum-smeared cheek.

"Get yourself together, clean that face, and go home. Your parents must be waiting for you for dinner."

"Yes, daddy,"

I replied pathetically, trying to figure out my place in the world.

He turned his back, like I'd already ceased to exist.