Clementine (Part III) [MF] [Teacher/Student] [Agegao] [Older Man/Younger Woman] [Virginity]

*“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”* Lawrence groaned, drilling his face into Brielle’s mouth. It was a Friday, three weeks into their little arrangement, and he was standing up and holding her by the back of the head so she couldn’t move. His cock nearly disappeared completely under her full head of hair down her throat. She moaned and gagged, clutching his legs. He eyes were watering and tears were rolling down her cheeks–this is the farthest he’s gotten it down since they started their little thing Monday.

*“I’m going to cum.”* he groaned, thrusting a few more times before holding his cock and shooting cum down her slender little throat. His eyes rolled up in euphoria.

A few moments passed and he was breathing heavily there. She tapped his leg and he pulled away to fall back into his desk chair. She sat back on the ground, swallowing a mouthful of hot and fresh cum. Some had leaked from the corner of her plump lips. She used the heel of her hand to wipe it then lick it up. “Thank you, sir.”

He gave her a smile full with glee and leaned forward to take her face in his hands. He led her up to her feet and over to his lap where he sat her down on his lap. He softly pressed his lips against her mouth and kissed her sweetly.

“That was very gentle of you,” she commented when they pulled away, leaning her forehead against his shoulder.

“Am I too rough?” he felt self-conscious. When they had their times after school he would allow himself to be unrestrained; he slapped her and pulled her hair and commanded her to do things. When she said she couldn’t keep his cock down so far he’d push further anyway. He hadn’t felt so confident and sure and *alpha* in years.

Brielle didn’t answer him.

He placed a hand on her back and gently rubbed circles into it. “I’m sorry. I just haven’t felt this good in a long time.” He nuzzled her cheek and kissed her neck. He lay his head down against her shoulder and closed his eyes. “I’d really like for you to come with me to my place.”

“Your place? But you wife–”

He nodded with his head still on her shoulder. “I live alone. Would whoever you’re living with mind?”

“No. But I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I have work. I work weekends.”

“I can pick you up after. Take you back to mine.”

“I get off at, like, five in the morning.”

“Jesus. I wouldn’t mind waiting. You could spend the night with me.”

She didn’t answer.

“Think about it, please.”

When Lawrence opened his eyes, the classroom was nearly pitch black except for the glow of a nearby streetlight. His lap was empty and he was leaned over his desk with his head on his arms. He yawned and rubbed his eye with the heel of his hand. After collecting himself he gathered his belongings in the dark–his messenger bag, keys, and phone. When he reached for his phone, he felt a sticky note attached to the screen.

He furrowed his eyebrows and double-tapped the screen. It was eight p.m. and something was written in scratchy handwriting he couldn’t read in the glow. He rushed to his car in the empty parking lot where, under the lights inside, he could read that it was an address to . . . a club called The Loop with her cellphone number scribbled below and a dainty little doodle of a flower and a bear or something? *i get off @ 5 am. meet @ the front NO BACKWAY*

He smirked at how terrible her writing and doodling was, but they were readable.

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At five am Lawrence was waiting excitedly in his car, showered and casually dressed, in the shadiest part of town in front of The Loop–the p of the pink neon sign wasn’t working, though. The club looked dingy and dark and crowded, men flowing in for women greeting them at the doorway, and some stumbling out drunkenly.

He had arrived early, so he’d been waiting for nearly twenty minutes. Two women had approached him at that time, to whom he declined politely. Any other day he would’ve felt like hot shit even if they were cheap hookers/strippers, but he kept his eyes glued on the doors for Brielle and Brielle only.

*Camri out front,* he texted.

At 5.04, a familiar orange wig made its way through the doors. Her head was low as she clutched an overnight bag and hurried past the crowd outside, some men whistling and calling out to her. She wore a black bralette, mini skirt, and thigh-high boots. She trotted across the street where cars zoomed recklessly. She peaked through the passenger seat window, confirmed it was him, and grinned ever so slightly.

He unlocked the door and she slid inside.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack!” he exclaimed as he put the car in drive.

“Why?” she replied, pulling the wig of her head with the cap. He loved looking over to see her natural hair fall down over her face.

“I can’t believe you work around here. And those cars?? You shouldn’t have rushed like that I was worried you would’ve been hit–”

“Relax, relax.” she giggled, something he didn’t think he’d ever heard out of this young woman.

They chatted throughout the car ride to his apartment. Brielle was laughing quite a bit, something that forced a wide smile on his own face. They spoke about her night and she laughed (and snorted a little) about a drunk man trying to climb on the stage and how one of the bouncers, Mike, had to pull him down and throw him out. She was proud to say she earned quite a bit that night but wouldn’t disclose how much.

“I don’t want you to jinx me for tomorrow night.” she teased. He laughed, nodding in understanding.

They pulled up to his complex and they made their way up to the third floor. He was nervous, as if he were back to being a teenager and bringing a girl to your room for the first time. He had cleaned up and organized the small space to the best of his ability, even dusting around and vacuuming. He burned some candles before he left, too.

“It isn’t much.” he warned as he unlocked the door and held it open for her to enter. She walked in and her head instantly began to look around. She placed her overnight bag on the small leather couch and did a 180.

“It’s nice. A few statements here and there would definitely brighten it up, yeah, but I like it.” she smiled a closed-mouth smile. She unzipped her boots and placed them next to the door. Lawrence then grabbed her by her shoulders and pressed her back against it to kiss her. Her mouth automatically fell open and their tongues danced around.

He slid his hands down her slender body, gripped her ass under the skirt, and hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began to walk through the house to his bedroom. He didn’t bother to switch on the overhead light, only kissed her and made his way to the bed where he sprawled his little lover.

Her hands went down to the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up. They worked to get it off his head and she peppered kisses on his chest and neck, her fingers trailing all over his torso playfully. He wrapped his hand around her dainty throat and pushed her back onto the bed.

She gasped, hands shooting to his wrist to clutch it. He used his thumb to press down on her lower lip. She brushed her tongue against it, making him growl in lust and use his free hand to slap her cheek.

He yanked at her bralette, tearing it off her and then pulling her mini skirt off her hips. He kneeled before her once again, kissing her knees down to her inner thighs. She was already beginning to moan and clutch the sheets. He moved her panties to the side and began to devour her soaking little pussy. He lapped her sweet juices and even slid the tip of his tongue inside the hole. He pushed her legs back and tongued her over and over. Her fingers knotted in his dark locks, moans dripping off her lips.

“Moan, baby,” he panted, giving a long lick from her entrance to her clit. “You don’t have to hold back.”

He went back to tongue-fucking her relentlessly, and she moaned louder. Her voice was high and near a soundless squeal.

“I . . . I love it!” she moaned, teeth sinking into her lower lip. She attempted to twist her body away from the overwhelming pleasure tearing through her body. Lawrence gave her a hard clap to the ass before gripping her thighs and pulling her closer.

“It f-f-feels–*fuck*!”

He lightly bit at one of her pussy lips, making her buck her hips into the air. She clutched the sheets and yelled a high-pitched yell.

He sucked her lip and tugged; each time it slipped from between his lips he would switch to the other side and do it again. He repeated this for a couple minutes before giving long strokes to her clit. She continued to taste amazing on his taste buds.

He gave one final lick before stepping back and pulling down his jeans and boxers. He crawled atop of her frame and reached blindly for the nightstand. He felt around for a condom and unwrapped it. He began to roll it down his shaft–

“Are we . . . ?” she whispered in the dark.

“Of course, baby.”

“ . . . I’ve never done this before.”

He froze mid-unroll.

“I’m a virgin . .”

“You are?” he asked, dropping his hands. “Even thou–”

“I only strip even though I have the implant in my arm. I’ve never slept with a boy before. I’ve never done anything with a boy before . . before you anyway.”

That explained her rudimentary foreplay a few weeks ago.

He leaned over her and bent down to kiss her softly. “I’ll be gentle. I swear.”

He could feel her hesitantly nod. He slowly positioned the tip of his hard cock against her entrance. Heer body was shaking. He pushed slightly and her hands shot through the dark to grasp his shoulders.

He began to push and the pressure around the head alone was beyond euphoric. She groaned and pressed her forehead against his shoulder. He slowly continued to push into her, her walls squeezing the life out of him, threatening to force the orgasm from him.

Brielle let out a squeak followed by heavy breathing. Her nails dug into his shoulders painfully but he allowed her. He leaned down to kiss her lips; it was gentle and warm. He stroked her hair back as he began to thrust in and out of her ever so slowly.

He kept this measured rhythm up for a few minutes, her walls clutching him tighter than anything he’d felt. It was sucking the life out of his cock as the walls pulsed around him. He felt her nails loosen and a small moan of pleasure dripped from her lips.

“I-it’s starting to feel good . . .” he whispered in his ear. “You can go a l-little faster . . .”

He grinned and kissed her again. His thrusts picked up a little speed, the base of his cock hitting her entrance. Their thighs came into contact and made soft smacking sounds. He rocked his hips back and forth, trying to control himself from taking advantage of her trembling little body and pounding her out like an animal. He clutched a fistful of hair for collateral.

“Tell me how it feels, Brielle.” he said.

She swallowed. “It feels . . . good. Your c-cock . . it’s so big. I feel like I’m getting stretched out really far . . . Oh my gosh . . .” she let out a loud moan and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Fucking . . . your cock is so big.”

He clenched his jaw. “You’re so fucking tight. You’re gonna milk me dry.”

“I want you to cum soon . . . please, please . . .”

*Fuck, fuck*, he thought. He moved a little faster in and out of her, the smacks of their bodies growing louder. Heat was transferring between their steamy bodies, sweat dripping down every curve of them.

“Please cum, please cum.” she begged, voice wavering.

He released her hair and gripped the sheets beneath them. A large groan rippled from his stomach and he could feel himself filling the condom. This was probably his largest load, the condom becoming even hotter . . .

Lawrence fell over to the side, panting. He slid his arm under Brielle’s rapidly rising and falling body to pull her over his own body. They were still burning up and didn’t bother to try to get under the covers as morning light was beginning to bleed into the room. They fell asleep to the sounds of birds chirping away outside.

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