Chapter 3

His body is warm and strong and Cynthia finds herself leaning into him as he tightens his embrace. Robert caresses her head. “Back when you were my life, you gave me something that I could live for. Now everything’s changed, and you’re gone. But I’m still here with nothing to hold on to.” He closes his eyes, trying to stop the tears. Why should I hold on when there’s nothing to hold on to. Sex made me feel alive, but now I’m bored with mindless passion. Drugs were somewhere to hide, but they’ve left me feeling cold and empty.”

Cynthia pulls away from the embrace, starring the man in the eyes. “I thought you were my friend; that you were someone that I could turn to. Now I realize that you were a friend when you needed something.”

The man reaches out and grabs the girl. “You are mine, Cynthia Logan. Mine to pleasure ... and ravish...” His hand slides to her back, rubbing up and down it slowly. His hardness strains against her thigh. The hand slides from her back to between her thighs as he nudges her knees apart.

As he shifts around, his cock bobs. The motion draws her attention to his arousal. Before it all began that day in the classroom, she had seen a few cocks through porn. What Robert has is very impressive.

“It’s all for you, Cynthia,” he whispers as he reaches down to stroke himself. “I never thought when I became a teacher I would be right here with someone like you.” His gaze moves along her body before he leans down, positioning himself between her legs as he props himself up on his free arm.

Cynthia takes a deep breath before she feels his lips on her forehead. She shivers when she feels it gently nudge at her entrance. The girl looks down just in time to see him sliding the tip of his prick against her slick flesh. She looks back up at him as his face moves lower. His lips press against her temple and then cheek. The feel of his tool lightly teasing her and making its presence known sends fresh knots through her core, causing an ache that borders on outright painful.

“Please be gentle,” she says, bringing her hands to his chest, registering the strong beat of his heart.

“I would never harm you, Cynthia,” he whispers.

She swallows thickly. “I know you wouldn’t.”

Robert is silent for a moment, thinking about their situation. Then he strokes his cock up and down several times, nudging his hips forward. The girl bites back a moan as she feels her folds start to part for him. “Why do you seem so nervous, hmm?”

“I’m ... I’m not...”

The teacher smiles at her. “This is all for you.”

Her fingernails dig into his chest a bit when he slides forward, the head of his manhood enveloped by her soft cunt lips. Cynthia’s eyes drop down, but then the gap between their bodies has narrowed considerably, cutting off much of her
view. Her hand slides down to where they join, her fingers lightly curling around the thickness of his member. The flesh moves past her digit as Robert inches forward.

He nibbles along her ear. Releasing himself, he uses his hand to cup one of her smallish breasts, rubbing the nipple under his thumb. Part of her wants the man to just fuck her and get it over with. And the other part wants him to take his time, to prolong this exquisite agony that she is experiencing. There is the ache she feels at the presence of his flesh and her need for completion at the center of her frustration.

More and then a little more, Robert penetrates her deeper and deeper, filling her with delicious aches that can only be relieved by filling her up even more. His hand slides from her breast to her hip, helping to hold her steady as he slips in fully.

“Oh...” Cynthia has never felt so full. He seems to fill every bit of her too. The walls of her cunt fill her senses with what they are taking in between them. Her eyes focus on his face.

“Fuck...” he breathes heavily. “The sight of you and the feel of you surrounding me is so hot and welcoming.” He rolls his hips, pulling back barely any before shifting forward and causing her to tighten her thighs against his hips.

“Robert...” she whimpers. Even though he has not done very much, she does not think that she can handle any more. Her nerves seem to be on fire. Her body demands the completion that only he can now bring, and she whimpers as he rolls his hips several more times. She pushes feebly at his chest. Her other hand registers the motion of his flesh against hers. It seems almost impossible that he has been able to make it fit. Yet here she is, having opened up to him.

“Who do you belong to, Cynthia?” he asks. He shifts his hips a fraction before he stills all movement, leaving her full and aching.

The girl wiggles around a little, but there is no give from him. One of his hands reaches down, a finger teasing her clit out to rub it slowly. Remaining inside her, Robert arches his back and lowers his head, taking a nipple into his lips and sucking it several times before letting it pop out of his mouth. A frustrated moan breaks from her throat. The hand withdraws from her twat, leaving her aching even more. His weight and position give her limited wiggle room as she tries to move around on his prick. The friction is brief and maddening.

“Say it and you will have pleasure beyond belief,” he says.

“Fuck you, Robert,” she spats. “I made a deal with...”

“You most certainly did,” eh cuts her off. “Regardless, we make a great pair, you and I. But I want to hear you say it. You are mine...”

“I am yours...”

“Never forget it,” he says as he shifts his hips in a sharper manner.

Cynthia arches her back as he picks up a moderate rhythm. Her fingers dig into the towel as he slides back and forth within her. Their bodies tense and move in a rhythm that is as old as time. The girl’s cries and the man’s growls fill the bathroom as he increases the pace. Hands on her hips, he plows into her. When he buries himself deep, his fingers curl around her petite thighs. His balls press against her ass. Cynthia finds herself lost in a haze of pleasure that can only have one outcome.