Clementine (Part II) [MF] [Teacher/Student] [Agegap] [Rough] [CNC] [Older Man/Younger Woman]

Lawrence sat at his desk on Monday morning. All weekend he couldn’t get Brielle Mooney out of his head after she took her payment and left early on Saturday morning (she nudged him awake ataround five a.m.) Even when he woke up, the usual dread of Monday didn’t overshadow him. He was . . . a little excited. The idea he’d see her in his English class today had him smirking to himself as he got dressed that morning. Jess even gave him a questioning eyebrow raise before he took off after seeing Ella on Sunday.

Pleasant Groves had an system in which they alternated schedules daily so the class periods changed up, too. But Brielle always had English with him after lunch in one of the last three periods of the day. That Monday she had him for the very last period.

Even though Lawrence knew he had to pretend Friday night didn’t happen, he was still glad to see her walk through the door of his class. She completely ignored him and kept her eyes on the ground like she always did and made her way to the back of the class to her corner seat by the window. She brought out her book–Ernest Hemingway’s *The Sun Also Rises*–and waited for the class to start.

The period seemed to fly, and Lawrence couldn’t help but be slightly more cheerful that day. He spoke a little louder and engaged himself a bit more–but not too much; he didn’t want to appear too strange that day.

“That’s the end of the period guys,” he announced from his desk when the bell rang throughout the school. “Have a great day. Please do your readings.”

Students hurried to pack their bags and rush out the door to leave. A few “Bye, Mr. Trevino”s later and he was sitting in the classroom alone with Brielle. She was usually one of the last people to leave but today she hadn’t even begun to place her book and papers into her backpack. He peered up at her over his glasses perched on his nose. She turned her head to look at him back for the first time the entire day.

He stood up and slowly moved to close the door and draw the lock. He strode over to her at her desk where she also stood up.

“You haven’t told anyone have you?” She asked him immediately.

“No, of course not. Have you?”

“No.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said quietly. “I need to see you again.”

“I’ve been thinking bout it, too.” she confessed in a whisper. “Friday night wasn’t supposed to happen though.”

He smirked. “I know and I’m awful sorry for that.”

She looked down at the floor then back up at his lips and before he knew it their mouths were crashing against each other. Lawrence held her smooth, round face in both hands and leaned into the kiss so she was backed into the desk. She placed a hand on the tabletop, trying to find balance, and knocked her materials over onto the floor in the process.

He held her by her waist and propped her up on the desk. He yanked her sweater up and over her head to reveal her slender body underneath. He began to rapidly unbutton her top with trembling hands. She moaned softly into his lips and that fired him up even more.

Underneath the crisp white button-up she was wearing a cream-colored bra. Her nipples were poking through obviously. He pulled his mouth away from hers–a string of saliva connecting them–and he gazed at her chest. He groped her with his large hands before he roughly yanked her blouse off her shoulders and unclipped the front of her bra to reveal her beautiful breasts.

Her nipples were an even darker shade of brown, hard and looking like tiny chocolate-colored pearls. He immediately stuck her left breast in his mouth and sucked while pinching her right nipple between his index finger and thumb.

*”Oh . . “* She moaned, knotting her fingers in his thick brown hair as if to push his face deeper into her chest. *”Mr. Trev–“*

He pulled the nipple from his lips and squeezed it between his teeth. She yelped and arched her back.

*”Lawrence..!”* She squealed, trying to be quiet.

He bit harder and slapped the breast in his hand. She gasped and looked down in confusion.

“Say ‘sir’.” He ordered, voice deep and lustful. He licked the nipple over and alternated to the other.

“I didn’t know you’re so . . . so aggressive . . .” She panted. “Sir . . .”

He felt the bulge in his pants grow hearing that. He pushed her away and grabbed a fistful of hair. She yelped.

He pulled her off the desk and led her over to his, she was barely keeping up as she tripped over her own feet and clung to his torso for dear life. He pushed her onto her knees and made her crawl a few steps before sitting in his desk chair with his legs spread.

“You turn me on even more when you talk like a little whore.” He growled in her ear as he unbuckled his pants with one hand. “Makes me want to treat you like one even more.”

She looked at him with wide eyes. He pulled the button off and the zipper down then sat back.

“Make me cum with your mouth, Brielle.”

She swallowed loudly, looking at the tent formed from his boner and navy blue boxers. She hesitantly placed her hands against his thighs and slid them to the mound. She held the waistband, exhaled shortly, and pulled it off. Her jaw dropped slightly.

His cock stood upright, thick and covered in veins. It twitched slightly with excitement since she sat right there. He needed her mouth around it right then. She placed her skinny forearm next to it, showing they were nearly the same length (from her elbow to right below her wrist.)

She opened her mouth to say something but he only grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth down on it.

“I told you.” He snapped. She gripped his legs, her nails digging into the fabric of his pants. He forcefully bobbed her head up and down. She gagged and coughed, saliva already dripping down his shaft.

She accidentally let her teeth graze against the skin and he winced. Lawrence pulled her mouth off and, without giving her a chance to catch her breath despite her gagging, slapped her pretty face hard.

“No teeth. Cup your mouth a little so it’s your lips and tongue.” He thought she’d know this.

She looked at his cock half-dazed and nodded slowly. “I’m s-sorry.”

He slapped her again.

“I’m sorry, s-sir.”

He rammed his cock back into her mouth and followed orders by widening her mouth and curling her lips as much over her teeth as much as possible. She gagged and he could feel her throat tighten up every now and again with each gag that came up. Saliva coated her chin and dripped onto her tits. She latched her lips around the head of his cock and tenderly sucked. She was lucky it felt so good or he would’ve slapped her and forced it down her throat again.

“Lick down . . .” he moaned.

She dragged her tongue down his length, coating it in her spit, until she reached his full balls. She lightly flicked them with her tongue, and he could tell she was trying to be gentle.

“Suck them some. It won’t hurt but still, not too hard.”

She put one of them in her mouth and sucked at it tenderly. Her tongue did circles around it and Lawrence felt himself getting closer to cumming all over her beautiful face. She reached up and wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to move it up and down and up and down. After some great jacking off, he held her wrist and moved her hand up to the tip where he wanted her to focus the pressure.

Coincidentally, Lawrence’s cell phone began to ring. He eyed it on his desk without turning his head. Ella’s gorgeous smiling face came up, cheek against cheek with Lawrence in one of his favorite photos of them together.

He let his eyes shut and his head fall back as Brielle sucked and licked his full balls like lollipops. “You’re gonna make me cum . . .”

*Lollipops,* a little voice in the very back of his mind said. *Dad, we’re out of lollipops could you grab me more?*

“Keep going, baby. . .”

*Dad. Daddy. Da–*

Lawrence’s green eyes shot open and he backed up. He scrambled to reach for his phone and answered as Ella’s face and name popped up for the third time.

“Hello? Hi, sweetie.”

“Dad, where are you?”

“I’m still . . .”

“You forgot. I told you this morning and texted you at lunch that practice was cancelled today. And Mommy can’t pick me up.”

He face-palmed hard. He forgot. He forgot, he forgot. “I’m sorry, sweetie, a student needed help.” he looked down at Brielle wiping saliva from her chin and buttoning her blouse up. “I’m on my way now. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

Ella sighed and he could tell she was rolling her eyes. Just like Jess. “Hurry up, please, it’s raining.”

He looked out one of the windows where rain was beating the outside, similar to that past Friday night. *Fuck*. “Alright.”

He hung up and turned to help Brielle up to her feet. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry. Your wife?” she asked, finishing the last button and looking up at him.

“What? No. My daughter. I forgot her soccer practice was cancelled today because of the rain.”

He walked with her to her desk and helped her to pick her items off the floor and put them in her bag. He even picked up her sweater and put it over her head. She seemed a little surprised by that.

“Is that alright? You have everything?” he asked.

She nodded, sliding her arms through the sleeves. “Yes. I’m alright. Have a great day, Mr. Trevino.”

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In the car, Ella tapped away at her cell phone with her head down. Her green eyes–just like Lawrence’s–were glued to the screen. He kept peeking at his curly-haired strawberry blonde daughter through the rearview mirror. Ella smiled and giggled.

“Something funny?” Lawrence attempted with a tight smile.

The smile automatically disappeared and she glanced up. “Um, yeah.”

“A meme?”

“An inside joke.”

Lawrence turned his eyes back to the rainy road. He knew Ella was just beginning her puberty journey and a slight attitude showing itself every so often. It didn’t help that he and Jess were separated (separated? Divorced at this point? He didn’t know anymore.)

He continued the drive in silence until they pulled into his old neighborhood; clean with nice houses and all his old neighbors. He wasn’t close to many if any of them but getting kicked out made him miss them. He drove until he got to the house; his old house. Jess and Ella’s current home.

Jess had only recently kicked him out of their large house about four or five months ago, and Ella was staying with his soon-to-be ex-wife because, well, it was her home, too; the room she’d grown up in was there and her friends were in the neighborhood. Lawrence could totally understand–his apartment that was practically on the other side of town was new but small and . . . sad. It was only Lawrence and a couple of boxes with his few belongings. The neighborhood was a bit sketchy and alien. He had only recently just purchased a bed because he had some small glimmer of hope Jess would stop playing this horribly sick joke on him and let him come back, even if she did have him wrapped tighter around his finger like that. Even though he didn’t have a bed he offered Ella his room by the chance she would start visiting him more.

Lawrence saw that the windows were dark again. Jess was a chef and owner of The Billy Goat restaurant downtown. It was very successful and always bustling, so she worked late often.

“Hey, your mom’s not home again. You don’t want to come back to mine? You wouldn’t be staying the night or anything–”

“Um, Mommy and I texted. Rachel’s actually inside right now.”

Rachel the babysitter. Jess would rather pay the money and convince Ella that was better than allow Lawrence any leeway and help with their deteriorating relationship.

“Alright then.”

“Bye, Dad.”

“Bye, sweetie. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Back at his apartment Lawrence beat himself hard. He was beyond irritated that he couldn’t finish in Brielle’s mouth. He gripped himself tightly and jerked his hand up and down rapidly, Brielle’s beautiful face covered in his slick, hot, white cum in his mind. He would’ve had her saying, “thank you, sir” with it all over her face; have her lick it up off her lips and fingers like honey. He groaned and arched his back as ropes of cum shot out on the bed sheets. He needed her back in his grasp asap.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hf5v28/clementine_part_ii_mf_teacherstudent_agegap_rough