Arnold Gets an Education
By Dick Palmer
Copyright 2011 by Dick Palmer
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Arnold was walking to class from his brand new dorm room. The college freshman had gotten up three hours before his first class, gotten dressed and read the first three chapters of his textbook. Since this was his first class, he didn’t have any homework yet. He just loved to study and was excited to finally be starting college. He had glanced into the mirror and straightened his bowtie just before he walked out the door.
He got to his class, freshman English, nearly an hour before it started. He hated to be late, especially on his first day. The professor arrived, unlocked the door and Arnold had his choice of seating in his first ever college class. He picked the front row, right in front of the professor.
Other students straggled in to class, with a few even coming exactly as the class started, Arnold couldn’t figure out why anyone would cut it that close.
After the professor closed the door and started lecturing, Dominique walked in. Her hair was covered in a baseball cap and she was wearing a T-shirt that came down to her knees. He had no idea what she had on underneath. “You’re late,” the professor half-snarled
“I know”, she said as she loudly found a place to sit. I’ve already taken this class, so I figured I didn’t need to be here for the beginning.” The class snickered, but the teacher was not amused.
“Young lady, if you don’t want to take the class again, you had better arrive on time, and spend more than ten seconds getting dressed.”
Arnold spoke before he could stop himself. “Professor, while its true that she’s late, you are completely out of line by speaking to her in that condescending manner.” This was as close to disrespectful as Arnold ever got with authority and it made him uncomfortable. The professor sneered at him and got on with class.
As Arnold walked out of class, he felt something warm against his neck and he heard a sultry voice whisper, “Thanks for sticking up for me choir-boy. I always like to show appreciation and you look like you need lessons in something that ain’t in no textbooks.”
Arnold’s first thought was that he could see why she had to repeat English class with grammar like that, but he didn’t know what to think when she pressed her breasts momentarily against his back and moved her hands slowly up his slacks, along his belt and playfully grabbed at his zipper. Then she brushed past him and gave him a quick, seductive look over her shoulder. A quick whip of her head told him that she wanted him to follow.
She walked quickly, never looking back. Arnold got the idea that she didn’t really care if he followed her or not, and he wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t usually consort with women who were this bold. Actually, he didn’t really consort with women at all and his curiosity got the better of him. He still had two hours before his next class, so he followed about 10 steps behind her, so he could chicken out if he wanted to.
She walked into the dorms, through the hall and to a room he assumed was hers. She walked in and left the door open. When he got to the door, Dominique had already taken off the hat, and her long chestnut hair flowed to her shoulders. Her back was to him, but she could see him in the mirror. She winked at him and said, “Close the door, unless you want an audience. It don’t matter to me, either way.”
Arnold gulped, stepped inside and closed the door. He didn’t know what to expect but there was no turning back now. Dominique, still facing the mirror, moved one finger to beckon him closer. As he took a few, hesitant steps forward, she reached backwards and pulled him into her back by his belt loops. As she leaned against him, she lifted the T-shirt to reveal nothing but her firm, tanned ass, which she pressed into his crotch.
Arnold was surprised, who goes out dressed like that? He was even more surprised at how having a woman’s backside shoved in his midsection made him feel. He didn’t really know who to react, but he didn’t have to. Dominique was one teacher who gave out all the answers.
“Touch it”, she said, in a voice so low it was almost a growl, “rub it with your hands, rub your cock against it, I can feel you getting hard against me. Don’t resist it choir-boy, let it loose.”
She pulled the T-shirt all the way off, revealing her completely naked body to this boy she’d just met in English class. She bent her knees and ass rubbed up and down against his slacks. She turned around and faced Arnold, looking him right in the eyes, with her lips less than in inch from his.
“You’ve always been mommas good little boy, right? Make the right grades, be ‘nice’ to the girls and dress in way that guarantees that you never get laid. I think momma’s little boy is about to grow up…I see you’re already growing out.” With that, she shoved her tongue inside his mouth and his erection grew even stiffer. Dominique looked him in the eyes as she slowly backed away and dropped to her knees. She unbuckled his belt and laid it next to her
“Might need this later.”
She unbuttoned his pants as he stared down at her wide-eyed, not knowing what to expect. She pulled down his slacks, and his boxers, which were covered in cute yellow ducks, and gently took his balls in her hand. She looked up at his shocked expression with amusement and licked his balls. Arnold emitted a small groan of surprise and pleasure.
Dominique alternated between licking and sucking on Arnold’s testicles until it looked like he was going to faint. Next she brought her hands up between his legs and began caressing Arnold’s ass and cock while she kept licking his balls and ball sack. Arnold had never experienced this before and felt like he was going to pass out from how good he felt.
Dominique left his balls and shoved his entire cock into her mouth and down her throat. Arnold’s eyes nearly rolled back into their sockets. She took him out of her mouth, brushing her lips against the end of rock-hard dick.
“There’ll be time for that, later.”
Arnold was nearly paralyzed from the pleasure and the shock he was experiencing. Dominique bent over and reached between her legs to grab Arnold’s cock. She slid it inside her waiting pussy and started rocking back and forth. Arnold was so unsteady that he could barely keep his balance. Dominique smiled, half sadistically, as she pushed him onto the bed.
“I guess a girl has to do everything herself”
She rubbed her face against his shuddering cock and then straddled it. She stared down at Arnold as she leaned back and forced his dick as deep into her as it would go. She just sat there, not moving, just watching Arnold. He was making small moaning sounds, somewhere between pain and pleasure. She started to move and the sounds got louder. She kept moving up and down until she could feel that he was ready to explode…then she stopped.
“You’ve got to earn this one, choir-boy”
She slid off of him, making sure that her breasts brushed his cock that was still glistening with her juices.
She rolled over onto her back and half-pulled him on top of her. He had been so close that he was desperate to see what it felt like. As his head cleared, he pushed her legs apart and hurriedly shoved himself inside her. All his inhibitions and shock were gone now. He just needed to see how it felt to fuck a beautiful woman.
He was so overcome by passion that all gentleness was gone. He rammed her pussy as hard he could, as fast as he could. His breathing got harder and harder, and Dominique was screaming at the top of her lungs…from ecstacy? From pain? Arnold couldn’t stop to care. He kept thrusting harder and harder until he saw dots in front of his eyes and his breathing got shallow. He saw fireworks as his sperm shot forcefully into Dominique and he let loose a primal scream that left him hoarse and a wry smile on Dominique’s face.
She pushed him off of her and walked over to pick his belt up off the floor. He could still see his cum dripping out of her, leaving a trail on the floor. Dominique didn’t seem to care.
“Now that we’ve got the first one out of the way, let’s have some fun.”
She wound the belt through a hole in the headboard and wrapped his hands together with the belt and pulled it tight.
She rubbed her breasts against his face and along his chest. He didn’t think his dick had anymore left, but Dominique had other plans. She slowly moved down his torso, letting her breasts envelope his shaft briefly before she began to caress his genitals again, only this time a little less gently than before. She held up a hand to show the sperm that was covering him was now all over her hands. She seductively licked it off of her fingers before she began to fondle him again.
“I love the taste of a man that’s already been inside me”
Slowly, he got hard again, and the urges he felt a moment ago came flooding back, but he was helpless, tied to this bed. Dominique licked the tip of his shaft and then used her tongue to clean him up. That was all it took for his erection to come back in full.
Dominique slid her hand up and down his shaft a few times, just to get Arnold revved up. She positioned her lips just above the tip and gave him a look that was half seductive, half savage. She took his entire cock in one swallow. He could feel it sliding against the inside of her throat as she bobbed her head up and down. He watched as she slid her fingers inside her own vagina and began pleasuring herself at the same time she was pleasuring him. Her free hand was gently brushing against his genitals, just adding a bit to the incredible pleasure he felt.
Dominique sucked him for nearly 20 minutes before he felt that familiar rumble. He felt the need to thrust hard, and he couldn’t resist it. He shot his hips forward and heard his balls slap against Dominique’s face. She moaned in pleasure at the combination of her own fingers and his thrusting.
He finally climaxed again, just as forcefully as before. Dominique made sure that not a single drop was wasted, as she swallowed everything he shot out. The feeling of her swallowing while he was still in her throat sent waves of ecstasy throughout his body, one more last bit of pleasure before he was completely finished.
Dominique, looking flush with joy, leaned over, kissed Arnold gently on the mouth and reached for the belt. But instead of loosening it, she made sure it was still tight.
“You’re not done yet, choir-boy”
She straddled him again and pressed her vagina right against his limp cock. She started to caress his chest and touch his dick. As he began to get hard, he was sliding into her. Each time his dick convulsed, she gave a little moan, the harder it got, the louder she moaned. Apparently, feeling a man get hard is quite pleasurable for a woman. As he got harder and harder, the urges came back and he longed to throw her on the bed and fuck her as hard he could until they both passed out. The only problem was that damn belt.
She leaned close and said, “You really need to let loose, don’t you, choir-boy? Well, you’re about to get your chance.”
Dominique got off of him, and watched his desperation as it seemed she would leave him there. Then she leaned over and unbuckled his belt and turned away from him.
At once, it was like an animal had been released inside him. He didn’t take time to turn her around or put her back on the bed. He shoved her up against the wall and shoved his cock into that hot ass of hers. She screamed at him to fuck her harder, make it hurt. He pounded her ass with his cock until everything in him exploded into her and he fell in a heap at her feet.
Dominique turned around and knelt beside him. “This was pretty good for your first class, choir-boy, you get a C+,” she gently kissed him and they stood up together.
She led him into the bathroom where she started a hot shower. They climbed in together and she grabbed a bar of soap. She dropped to her knees and began gently cleaning his crotch with warm water.
“Gotta take good care of it for next time.”
After it was clean, she licked it once and gave the tip a quick kiss. She stood up and pressed herself against him. This was the first time they’d really kissed and it felt almost as good as fucking her. Without meaning to, she got him hard again. She looked into his eyes and could see that he still hungered for her. She smiled and turned to face the wall.
He entered her pussy from behind and began to thrust. He was tired, so he did not thrust as hard, but he reached around and gently massaged her breasts as the warm water rained down on them. He continued thrusting and, listened to the sound of pleasure coming from her lips and felt the gentle convulsions of her body as she finally climaxed.
They finished showering and, as they were getting dressed, Dominique asked “You wanna come over to my room and watch TV?
“Your room? Then where are we?”
“I dunno, I just hate getting cock spit everywhere in my room and having to clean it up. My place is two floors up.”