Teachers special project(closed for Uggg)

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Cavelle was left short of breath and flushed as he suddenly pulled away, she almost moaned in frustration as he left off that lovely breast attention but then she heard what he must have already been aware of, a car door in the driveway.

Teresa was back. Cavelle gave her clothing a quick check over to make sure it was still in order, apparently the feeling of rumpled and ravaged was all in her head, he had barely mussed her appearance at all, still as Teresa bustled back into the kitchen Cavelle was sure her bright red face would be glowing like a like neon sign saying 'NAUGHTY!' She kept her back to her flatmate and busied herself preparing the veges for steaming above the boiling pumpkin that Patrick had just dropped into a pot of water on the stove top.

How the hell could he stand there so composed? From where Cavelle was standing it was obvious that if he turned even ninety degrees to the side it would become abundantly clear to T why Cavelle was blushing so hard. Such a naughty man! She loved it!

The oven was preheated now and the veges were in the pot with the pumpkin so Cavelle shooed the others out of the kitchen then slipped the pie in the oven and started setting the table, using the time alone to get her inconvenient arousal under control.

 

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After depositing the wine bottle in the fridge, Patrick followed Teresa into the living room; Cavelle was insistent on having the kitchen to herself to finish the meal.

Giving him a 'look', Teresa asked, "So, were you a good boy while I was gone? From the look on Cavelle's face, I would guess that you were getting even with all of the teasing she has been aiming in your direction this afternoon."

Patrick leaned back against the chair, spread his hands in mock surrender, "Me? Why would you even ask such a thing?"

About that time, Cavelle called for some help in the kitchen to get the food to the table. As they stood to help, T gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, "Whatever you are doing, keep it up. This is the happiest I have ever seen her."

 

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Dinner went well, T and Patrick seemed to be getting on well but Cavelle was a little embarrassed about the pie. She'd turned the grill on to brown the top a bit quicker and slightly over done it. Only a bit though, the pie still tasted good.

After dinner they played scrabble again. This time Patrick won but only by a small margin, Cavelle was just 7 points behind him and she had an option for 8 points left at the end of the game but Teresa's turn came before hers and T couldn't make a word thus ending the game before Cavelle could play her winning move.
Oh well... next time.

The flat had only one bathroom so they would have to take turns preparing for bed. Cavelle headed off first to make use of the shower and get changed into her PJ's. Teresa and Patrick seemed happy enough finishing off the wine and chatting in the lounge.

In the bathroom Cavelle had a quick shower so there would be enough hot water for them all. She was still spotting just a little so she put a pantie liner in her most sensible pair of panties and pulled her PJ pants on over that. It was highly likely that after a shower tomorrow morning Patrick could have the fun he had been so looking forward to, that they both had been looking forward to, but not tonight.

Still that didn't mean they couldn't have some fun tonight, she would have no objections to him removing her PJ top before bed and if he wanted satisfaction... well he'd taught her several ways to please him, she would be a good girl for him.

Back in the lounge she snuggled up against his side as T left to take her turn in the shower. Alone she whispered to him,

"Sorry love, still bleeding just a bit so no sex tonight but tomorrow morning after a shower I'm all yours. and T wont be home after nine am either. She has work."

Then she leaned in a little closer still and whispered in her quietest voice right next to his ear.

"Of course, that doesn't mean I cant be a good girl for you tonight... I promise you will go to sleep satisfied."

She smiled at the expression on his face and cursed inwards as she felt a blush start to spread up from her chest. she loved that she could turn him on with just a few words but, damn it! ... Why couldn't she pull sexy off with out feeling so self conscious? T was finished in the shower and headed for her own room and Patrick took his turn in the bathroom.

Cavelle headed to her own room to await his pleasure. She was getting quite excited at the prospect of pleasing him. She wondered what he would want, maybe it would be a blow job, maybe a hand job or maybe he would have something new to teach her, some new way of pleasing him. AS frustrating as she would find it she loved that tonight was all about his pleasure. Tomorrow she could have fun too but tonight was all about pleasing him. Cavelle found that idea quite appealing.

She heard the bathroom door squeak on its hinges and his footsteps down the corridor... her breath was already coming faster, Gods she was getting excited!

 

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Patrick finished his shower and headed toward Cavelle's bedroom. He wasn't quite sure what his lover had in mind tonight. She had let him know what the situation was and he was eagerly anticipating a fantastic fuck in the morning with no condom to dim the sensation.

He closed the bedroom door behind him as he entered her room, tossing his clothes onto a chair and dropping the towel from around his waist and crawled into her bed . . . naked. She was in her PJ's and he knew that seeing him naked would arouse her considerably.

And, he could tease her plenty with her PJ's on . . . rubbing her breasts lightly thru the material, feeling her nipples getting hard . . . kissing her neck and earlobes . . . he knew how to get her motor racing!!

Rolling over onto his back, the moonlight coming in through the crack in the drapes illuminating his naked body, "Are you ready to go to sleep, love? Or do you see something that you would like to play with for a little while?"

 

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Cavelle was just a little bit disappointed. He was paying her some lovely attention with the caresses on her breasts and the neck kisses and the earlobe nibbles in particular certainly got her blood pumping but after the way he had taken control of her in the kitchen earlier she wasn't wanting to be asked what she wanted to do...

No- what she really wanted was for him to tell her what to do, to demand, to command in that confident voice he used sometimes that told her he already knew she was going to do exactly as she was told! Sure, she would love to get him off any way he wanted but gods above, it would be so much more satisfying if he took command and managed to get her into that strange submissive state of mind that she had been learning to love so much. Still tonight wasn't about her, it was about him... If he didn't want to take command he didn't have to. She would be a good girl either way.

"What would you prefer love? Should I stroke it, or would you like me to give you a blow job? I'll do what ever you want. I love you Patrick, today was a wonderful day, I'm sorry if I teased too much, I've just been so..."

She blushed, it was embarrassing to admit even to him.

"I've... I've been so aroused... so horny since I met you... I find myself doing all kinds of naughty things I never would have imagined myself doing before!"

She got her confession out in a rush. Her hand was slowly creeping down his belly almost of its own accord. She wanted to touch, she couldn't help herself. She bit her lip shyly and looked up at his face to try and see what he was thinking and so she didn't have to watch her traitor hand betray her self control as it took hold of his firm shaft and began to stroke up and down almost of its own volition.

Oddly though she was actually hoping he would ask her to suck it. As afraid as she once was of the act she now found that she really wanted it, it was just so much more intimate having him inside her when she pleased him even if it was just her mouth... What would he ask for? Maybe he would surprise her? Maybe there was still more new sex stuff he could teach her?

 

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Part of Patrick's control over her, and he knew this, was the way they played their 'love games'. He knew she would do anything to please him . . . and a big part of her arousal and satisfaction came from giving in to his demands. And tonight would be no different.

"Get rid of your pajamas and on your hands and knees, baby." He knew she wanted to suck his cock since her body wasn't quite ready for a good fuck tonight; he also knew she would respond to his taking control and he knew just the tone in his voice that would give her the arousal she needed to follow through.

As she removed her pajamas, now in panties only, her hard nipples now on full display, Patrick watched as she knelt beside him and, once more, wrapped her fingers around his fully erect cock.

""Not yet, love. I know how much you want my hard cock sliding over your tongue, but you are going to have to wait."

As she reached for and took his cock in her hand, he slid his hand between her thighs and immediately felt her thighs squeeze his fingers . . . she needed his touch! Her moans told him all he needed to know.

Sliding his hand up the back of her thigh, he slid his hand under her panties and started caressing her tight ass . . . more intimate than she expected from him tonight.

"Now, love . . . suck my cock. Show him how much you love him."

 

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Cavelle was a little surprised as his hand slid between her thighs, she squeezed them together involuntarily, thinking perhaps he had forgotten that she wasn't ready yet for him to be going near her pussy. But then as the initial surprise past she relaxed and let his hand free. This was Patrick! Of course he hadn't forgotten her period. He would know exactly what he was doing and if he got too close to the 'no go zone' he would run into her panty liner any way.

With his hand free again to roam where it wanted he wasted no time claiming territory... within moments her ass belonged to him and then she had no more time to concentrate on the lovely sensations he was causing as he gave her permission to begin and she had her own task to focus on.

This was the fist time she had given him a blow job in this position, with him on his back and her kneeling beside. It was different. The last two times she had been kneeling in front of him and he had been standing up. in this position she had to open her mouth a little wider in order to avoid scraping him with her teeth, his cock girth was a fraction broader than it was deep and she couldn't look up at him to make eye contact although she did make a pleasant discovery when she tried looking sideways at him for that purpose.

As she twisted her head sideways with his cock in her mouth it shifted and soon the head was pressed up against the inside of her cheek then as she turned her head a fraction further it dragged down the inside of her cheek before popping out of her lips with a little slurping noise. The pleasant surprise was the moan of pleasure that Patrick couldn't contain as his head popped free, clearly it felt very nice for him and she enjoyed doing it a few more times and listening to him moan loudly before he gentle took hold of her head and started to control the situation...

 

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OOC: Sorry for my extended absence. Health issues, not completely resolved, but "Patrick" is back to enjoy his love.
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His hand on the back of her head, he forced her to take him a bit deeper, knowing that she would undoubtedly gag a bit as his cock head hit the back of her throat. He also knew, that in her desire to please him, she would force herself to take him deep and give herself over completely to him.

His orgasm was beginning to build slowly deep in his balls; he could feel his body beginning to tighten up . . . once his orgasm would begin, he would release her head, allowing Cavelle to control the amount of hot cum she would take into her mouth . . .

His other hand continued to caress and play with her tight butt, still occasionally slipping between here thighs, perilously close to her pussy . . . yes, he was fully aware of her 'condition', but that was not going to stop him from arousing her . . . realistically, he knew how aroused she already was from everything that had gone on already in her bed.

"Now!!" slipped from his slips just as the first spasm from his cock signaled a blast of cum into her mouth . . . all the warning she had before erupted. As she gasped and instinctively jerked her head back, he slid a finger deep inside her pussy and rubbed over he clit.

 

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Cavelle was bobbing her head up and down happily taking his lovely smooth warm cock into her mouth as deep as she was comfortable with and enjoying the sound of his appreciative moans when she felt his hand comedown on the back of her head and gently start to apply pressure. He wasn't forceful but he was firm, he wasn't asking and obediently but with just a little trepidation Cavelle surrendered to the pressure as his cock head forced back past the base of her tongue into the top of her throat.

Instantly Cavelle's body tried to reject the unfamiliar invader and she felt herself chocking and gagging at the same time. Tears sprang unbidden in her eyes as she choked and her throat constricted round the huge hard object now blocking her airway but as suddenly as he had pressed forward he pulled back and she could breath again, gasping in a huge breath and still coughing.

That same cough cut off as he thrust in once more. The air that would have been expelled with the cough burst out her nose in an undignified snort and the little that did escape around he shaft burst force with a quantity of her saliva and his pre-cum dribbling down his shaft and her chin. Cavelle gagged again, she couldn't help it. She felt her stomach try to curl up in a dry retch but with his great piston in her throat there was no way she could hurl.

This was far from a pleasant experience but she could hear the obvious sounds of appreciation escaping her lovers lips as his thrusting gained in tempo and that at least was a positive. She loved that he was enjoying himself. It took a little while of him thrusting into her (Face fucking her if she was to use the term she'd heard some of the girls giggling about.) before he would be ready to come and as he kept driving his cock in and out, forcing the head over the back of her tongue and into her throat Cavelle soon found that the gagging stopped and by gasping breathes in time with his withdrawals she soon had the choking under relative control as well.

Still she was red faced and dizzy, desperate for air by the time his thrusting had reached a crescendo. By now Cavelle knew well the signs that her wonderful man was close to cumming and she wondered what it would feel like to have him cum down her throat, she hoped it wouldn't cause more choking. Thinking about it and the lovely buttock attention he had been paying her with his hands had her quite aroused. It wasn't a physically pleasant experience have him fuck her mouth like this but it pushed a lot of her psychological buttons, it certainly stimulated her submissive side and she was undeniable aroused.

Perhaps that was why she was distracted by his hands in the moment when he finally reached his climax.

"Now!!"

she was completely unprepared for it! Hot cum burst out of his cock as he pulled back a little but still hit her right in the back of the throat. She pulled back in shock even as blasted out hot sticky seed and while she was choking on the cum he'd blasted right into her throat he was still pumping more... cumming in her mouth until it overflowed over her lips and down her chin and then she felt his fingers...

"AHHHHHHHEEEEEEE! OH SHIT PATRICK!"

He was in her. He'd slipped his fingers into her panties past the liner and slid his long middle finger knuckle deep right into her! Cum sprayed out of her mouth as she cried out in shock and pleasure.

Then a moment later as she recovered from the surprise but succumbed further to the pleasure of what his finger was doing in her Pussy and over her clit she almost purred.

"Oh Patrick! Oh Gods Patrick Love! But... But what about my period?"

 

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"What about your period, love? Didn't bother me a bit. I knew you needed to cum, so I did the only thing I could think of to push you into an orgasm."

He gave her another second or two to let it sink in what he had done to her . . . finger-fucking her while face-fucking her at the same time.

"And by the way, sweetheart, that was in incredible blow-job."

As she collapsed on the bed beside him, he reached over with his 'clean' hand and caressed her cheek, somewhat coated with his cum.

"I think we could both use a shower right now. Do you think Teresa will get upset with us if we take a shower together?"

Not waiting for an answer, he got up off the bed, naked, and reached for the door to open it . . .

 

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Cavelle felt warm after the shower as she lay in bed bedside him. She was naked. Her panty liner had been clean of any blood when she undressed for the shower so she knew her period was finally over.

She had been feeling a little ill immediately after the blowjob, the after effects of him pushing his cock so far back in her mouth. Though she hadn't actually thrown up it had made her gag and that was a feeling she wasn't used to. In the shower though, he had pulled her into a lovely naked embrace and with the water flowing over her and his hands gently exploring her and claiming her he had coaxed her to orgasm.

The after glow from that lovely intimate experience by far out shadowed the slight discomfort in her throat from gagging and choking on his cock. She hadn't liked the blow job, it was too rough but he had really enjoyed the experience and that left her with a sense of satisfaction. Then the intense orgasm he had given her in the shower with his finger had left her lethargic. Afterwards he carried her back to bed. She had loved that feeling too, carried naked in his strong arms, her head cradled against his chest, her eyes closed in post orgasmic exhaustion.

Now she lay with her head on his chest. He was asleep and she could hear his heart beat, feel the slow rise and fall of each breath. In the morning he was going to fuck her without a condom. The thought would not let her sleep. It was the final boundary. It was the only thing she had denied him and in the morning it would be denied no longer. It was the final claiming. She was ready, ready to be his completely. His girl, his pet, his whatever he wanted her to be. As long as she was his.

Her hands slid down over his body as if of their own accord... hell she couldn't sleep anyway. One hand gently circled his flaccid cock and began to stroke the other was between her own thighs. She tried to pleasure him as she pleasured herself, to not be selfish but even as she knew he has woken and was just laying their watching and enjoying what she was doing, she knew too that she was focused more on her own pleasure than his.

He chuckled as she gasped out a quiet almost stilted second orgasm of the night and juices flooded out of her body around the finger she had planted deep inside. He had an erection from her half hearted attentions but he didn't seem inclined to follow through with it instead taking pleasure in the pleasure she had just given herself.

"Good girl Cavelle! I feel so privileged to have been allowed to witness that."

Somehow his approval made it all even better still and finally exhausted but replete she found sleep, or maybe sleep claimed her... just as he had...

She slept soundly. If she dreamed further of what would be happening in the morning they were dreams she would not remember but that didn't matter because she wouldn't have long to wait before the real experience. Dreams would be pale in comparison.

 

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Listening to her deep, even breathing, Patrick knew that she was sleeping soundly . . . like the proverbial rock. After the intense orgasm in the shower, and her self induced orgasm in bed, he knew that she was exhausted, so he passed on any opportunity to take her for his pleasure before morning.

As the early morning sun began making its presence felt in the bedroom, Patrick rolled over and curled up behind his lively Cavelle, his soft organ growing as it rubbed against the back of her thighs. Reaching around and cupping a breast with his hand, he felt her nipple respond and harden under his touch.

Nibbling at the back of her neck, his lips caused that familiar shiver throughout her body.

"Hmmm, someone seems to be waking up," his fingers snaking down from her breast, over her belly, and into that sweet junction where her thighs came together. He could feel the aftermath of her orgasm, that slightly sticky feeling on her thighs . . .

Sliding back, he pushed her onto her back and started tracing his lips down her body . . . nose, lips, chest, nipples . . . not stopping until he was at the fringe of her pubic hair, his fingers beginning to tease her lips . . . and feeling a fresh flow of her juices.

"I hope we didn't wake Teresa last night while we were in the shower . . . you were pretty loud you know."

Not waiting for her reply, he crawled between her legs, spread her side and leaned forward, the head of his now fully erect cock ready to claim the final barrier to their relationship . . . at least her perceived final barrier . . . making love without the dreaded condom!