For those that read my last story: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xjp3m5/the_art_teacher_and_her_student_fm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button
Lest you think of me as some sort of cocksman, it was nearly a year before I dated. After the art teacher and I broke up I was cast adrift.
In August of 82 I started art school at a then prestigious institution on a full ride scholarship. By the time this went down it was October ’83. I drank, a lot. There were nights I’d go by my teachers apartment building. Then, right after new years I decided I needed to move on.
My next girlfriend was Deirdra. She solidified the sexual me that fully unfurled my freak flag.
She was the physical antithesis of my art teacher in many ways. Black hair dark eyes and olive complexion, I would call her looks Mediterranean. She had large c cup breast and an ample ass. I should have looked up what her name means, she lived it.
I met her at a halloween party. She found me. I was dressed in a business suit which was the furthest thing from where I was (though I found it funny, inside jokes rarely work at halloween parties). She had on a bunny costume. Not a playboy bunny mind you, an Easter bunny.
I only knew the hosts via a friend who incidentally didn’t show. So I mingled. She came up, full bunny, and said a muffled “hi”. We exchanged plesantries like you do. I asked her to take off the head. I was stunned at her pretty face. She talked. A lot. She was a desk girl at a prestigious downtown law firm. She liked that I was an artist. We found a couch and nestled in while music played. My god that girl could ask questions. At least I could counter.
We had nothing in common but chemistry. It was not a spark, it was gasoline and a flamethrower. Never since then, until I met my wife, have I had that crazy spark.
We were at her place in no time. Daddys money. High rise apartment. Way more than she needed as an 18 year old. I could wait no longer, I pushed her to the wall and tried to bury my tongue in her mouth. She mewled and rutted my thigh as my hands tried to find breast through that fluffy bunny costume. We both laughed like asylum inmates. Furrys were not a thing back then. She pushed me away and grabbed the zipper and pulled, the fluffy white costume puddled areond her feet. Then she was naked. Beautifully baroque. Curves, ample breasts big dark areolas and pencil eraser nipples, perfect pear shaped ass. She mauled her left breast as her manicured hand sought her bare denuded pussy. It was the first I’d seen. I stripped with leisure. Watching her pressed against the wall, grinding and pulling on herself, full lip caught between teeth, looking at me with those dark, smoldering eyes made me harder. Pure lust.
I rushed her and pawed, kissed and bit. Then I suddenly stopped; panting. I took her hand and padded over to her leather couch. Ok, her dad’s leather couch. We necked, she tried for a hicky, I stopped her. I hate hickys. After a few minutes we slowed.
I always ask what someones darkest fantasies are. She was the first that didn’t hesitate or say something mundaine. She flat out told me. She wanted to be tied to a coffee table and be sexually abused by everyone at a party. To have wax dribbled on her tits and cunt. To be treated like a whore. Men, women it didn’t matter. I was shocked and probably looked it, I was further aroused and it showed. She blushed and smiled.
As I kissed her and cupped her breast I asked what she liked sexually. She shrugged, said that she didn’t know other than rough, and tied. How rough? She shrugged. I had encountered the tiger.
There is a feeling sometimes when things are right where my cock feels like it is goint to rip out of the skin; I was there.
I lept on her pushing her back into the couch while grabbing her wrists and holding her arms above her head. She struggled under me, squirming and wriggling up the couch. She never broke eye contact. I punched at her pussy with my cock, body directly on hers, sweat making us slippery. At some point I was deep in her and she arched her back.
“Choke me.” She whispered. I was still filling her up with deep thrusts. I was unsure. “Choke me or get off me.” Her tone was firm. My free hand snapped around her neck and I half heartedly squeezed. “Harder.” I complied. She eeked out a “Yeah.” I was, to my shock, turned on by this. My thrusts became more insistent, deeper. She faded, eyes rolled, then she arched and came powerfully, bucking and straining against my hand holding her wrists; so hard that she broke free and clawed my back. I came somewhere deep inside her; filling her. That was a first. First without a condom, first time not pulling out. I let go of her neck and she sucked in a lusty gulp of air as she came back around. She giggled and sighed. I touched her face and asked if she was ok. I felt; wrong. She smiled and nodded vigorously while she tensed occasionally, her body convusing in orgasm. I left her there spayed out on the comfy leather couch, leaking my cum onto the rich brown cow hide. Daddy would not approve. Her bedroom was large with big floor to ceiling picture windows and a king sized bed. Rumaging her closet I found some belts thin enough for my needs. I took a piss. Big fucking bathroom. Near the size of the bedroom I was renting. Jaccuzi tub. Damn.
As I returned I was pleased to see her toying with herself. I did my best to sound in control, “Get on your knees.” she sat up. As she left the couch, my cum bubbled out of her and trailed to the rug. I tied her wrist then elbows behind her back.
“Call me names, the nastier the better,” she whispered. Her mouth sought my bobbing cock. She took it deep, looked up at me with eyes that made me hungry for her. I am no lyrical poet and my name calling came in fits and starts. “Whore,” came out as a mumble. I had been raised by a gentleman afterall so it felt wrong. She popped my cock out and said “You can do better than that. You gotta get into it, mean it. If I fuck up, slap me.” I was aroused, I was confused. She took me in her mouth and promtly bit me.
“What the fuck?!” I backed up, her spit dribbling off the end of my cock. “See, I was bad, slap me.”
“Fucking bitch!” The smack sounded loud to me. Even so it wasn’t hard. Suddenly neither was my cock. The blow drained my anger and I felt guilt from it. I moved behind her quietly and untied her. She stood, her cold hand caressed my face, I looked at the marks the belts left on her wrist and arms. “I should go.” Her response was to slide down in front of me and suck, she stroked me while licking my balls and taint. She purred and sucked deep. Honestly in my top five of all time. I shot on her face, rug and floor.
At this rate dad was going to need a new rug.
I looked down at her, still licking my balls, her hands on my thighs. What to do? I grabbed her thick dark mane at the back of her head and pulled up, quickly relacing her arms into the belts, though not as tight. It wasn’t shibari but it would do. Still holding a handful of her soft hair I pushed her to the bedroom and roughly shoved her down on to her king sized bed face up. I started on her breast, nibbling and biting her beautiful nipples, then left a trail of red marks as I drifted down her belly to her pussy.
An old man told me recently that he never ate pussy but he sure cleaned a bunch of them. Deirdra’s was getting a good cleaning. She had thin danty lips that were the same dark tone as her aerolas. I dove in, trying different things to make her squirm. I remember tasting my cum in her pussy. I remember looking up at her soft body, legs pulled up, toes pointed, breast jiggling, rising and falling as she gasped and mewled. With her arms behind her she could not escape. My fingers found her nipples and began to play. She slowly ramped up to an orgasm. I kept going. Her body shook then tensed. She shook her head as she was hit with another tremor. I continued to lick and watch her glistening bound body.
“Please stop.” She looked at me pleading with her eyes. I did what I thought was the right thing. I stopped. Her head dropped back to the bed and she sighed, then in an exasperated tone said, “no. You are supposed to keep going, no matter what I say.”
Clearly I had a lot to learn.
I dove back into her wetness. Something about her smell and taste made me crave her. There were several cries for me to stop, attempts to crawl away but I held fast to her words. Then it happened, she began to shudder then tense in waves. Even as her thighs clapped my ears I kept at her, licking light then hard, tongue lapping into her flowing pussy, lip brushing her clit. I was mad for her. I wanted to devour her, consume her. As she was cuming I roughly pushed her legs into her chest and rammed my cock into her as my hand sought her throat. I squeezed. And came again. As I was orgasming, she bucked under me and squirted, soaking our crotches and the bed, turned red then suddenly went limp.
I admit to panicking. Having never been there before I was sure I had killed her. I stood at the foot of the bed her juices dripping from my now flacid cock heart racing in panic. She coughed and mumbled that I should untie her. I did. She curled up in a ball and just lay there.
There was no knowledge base to learn about after care then. But something made me grab a bowl from the kitchen, a wash cloth, some warm water, and a towel and gently minister to her. I washed her as she lay on her back, stomach, and sides. It was erotic and sweet at the same time. She would quietly thank me, tears streaming. After I stopped she curled up in my lap and nodded off.
I just wish that that cycle had stayed on repeat…but it didn’t.
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