Private School Seduction, Part One by Loren Davis
The students of Fayetteville Prep can’t keep their hands to themselves, and now the teachers and parents are getting involved, literally. All’s fair in love and war, but a new, darker influence is working its way through the bedrooms of Fayetteville. Join Lisa and Derrick and their friends as they navigate the tricky world of adult fantasies in Part One of Private School Seduction.
Approx. 7,000 Words.
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About the author:
Aside from writing he likes to daydream, eat BBQ, and read poetry. The best things in life, he believes, take time to digest. He hails from the American South. His new favorite musical group is Sara and Tegan.
What inspired you to write your book?
I’ve always been drawn to the eroticism in my art, whether it’s writing or filmmaking. Private School Seduction is my first novella length foray into prose erotica.
Here is a short sample from the book:
IN THE CAR they didn’t talk. Derrick had an apology on his lips but couldn’t bring himself to say it. Diane had control now, but she did not direct the car back to campus, instead she drove toward her house. Derrick felt a pit forming in his stomach as they turned down the street where she and Jaime lived. A moment later the car pulled into the driveway and Diane activated the garage door. She usually didn’t park in the garage.
“Come on,” she called to him as she exited the car. He wondered if she could sense his discomfort. His car door slammed shut and a hollow echo boomed inside the garage.
She was uncorking a bottle of wine in the kitchen when he found her. Watching her pour the wine into the glasses relaxed him, allowing his young naive confidence to return. He knew what was happening, and knew that it was in harmony with what he had wanted all along. He dove headlong into the web being spun before him.
He took the glass of wine from her and sipped it. Cold and dry, the wine activated him further. He stared at her with hard intensity but was unable to pierce the moment. With calm in her eyes she came to him and kissed his lips slowly. He responded with his tongue against her lips. Repercussions dissolved around him like sugar in hot tea. He wanted to absorb every bit of her, not just kiss, he wanted to taste her, drink her.
He pressed her against the counter. Her confidence, the passion in her embrace, it blasted his mind with sensory overload. She was unlike anything he had experienced before. He touched her hair, hair that he had admired so many times, the soft short curls wrapped around his fingers, inviting him in. Their lips broke from each other and he began at her neck. She exhaled slowly. His hands worked down her back to her ass. The moment was charging ahead at full speed and it occurred to him to sweep her onto the counter and mount her there, but that would be too fast, too clumsy. He wanted to savor every step. He wanted to wrap his lips around her breasts and suck until she came hard.
Her skin was soft and cold, her hands more powerful than any he had experienced before, not for their strength, but for their awareness, their desire; it radiated from her fingertips. She wanted him, and he would be able to do anything he wanted to her, her hands told him that.
She broke away from him and grabbed the glass of wine. He found the bottle and filled it after she took a sip. He took her hand and started to pull her towards the living room, but she pulled him instead in the direction of the bedroom. He drank from the bottle as they moved down the dimly lit hall. The distance wasn’t far but he feared she might suddenly change her mind, end this liaison, have second thoughts, so he grabbed her from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned her head back against his shoulder as her kissed her neck. His hands worked up her belly slowly, pausing on the ridge of her rib cage. Her breasts hung just above there. He had given her ample warning, he decided. Opening his hands towards the sky he brought them up and cupped each breast simultaneously. She leaned back further into his shoulder. Her knees seemed to bend slightly as if she were feeling overcome. He squeezed her tits now with gentle but firm pressure. She moaned and it didn’t surprise him. Her breasts were so present, so much a part of her appearance they were begging to be fondled. As he groped them he became aware of how little sex she must have been getting for he had never known her to have a boyfriend.
He pressed her towards the bedroom, staying locked against her, his engorged cock digging into her pillowy ass. Once inside they fell immediately onto the bed. The bathroom door was open and a soft shaft of light broke along the edge of the blanket. Derrick pulled her sweater over her head. He paused for a moment to admire the sight of her tits in the silvery satin bra, it covered them seamlessly. She began to fumble with the latch on her back but he would not wait. He lifted the bra up from the bottom and let them spill forward into the fiery embrace of his hands. He was unable to hold his mouth back long enough to even give them much of a glance. She fell back onto the bed and he climbed onto her, sucking and licking. He wanted to pull out his swollen cock, which was starting to hurt now, trapped as it was in his jeans, and stuff it into her mouth while he groped her tits. But for as far as they had come, he still felt shy with her. It was as if so far they had not done anything irresponsible or wrong, but to involve his penis, that would cross the line.
He sucked on her tits long enough for his mind to settle down and acknowledge the enormity of the experience he was having, then returned to her mouth. She hungrily took his kisses as they repositioned themselves for optimal pleasure. She pulled herself to the middle of the bed and shed her pants. He did the same, pushing his jeans down with his feet. He kept his boxer shorts on, and slid in between her legs. He pushed his pelvis into hers and continued to kiss her lips and neck, then returned to her breasts for another session of sucking and licking. Her nipples were harder and a bit coarser than any other girls he had known, and it seemed to him that they were also more grateful for the wetness he provided with his mouth. In the soft light of the bedroom they were rosy pink. He felt like he had set them free and he wanted to overwhelm them with his lips and spit, to water them like deprived houseplants.
Maybe he was too distracted by her breasts, or maybe they did not need as much watering as he imagined, whatever the case may have been, she pulled at his shoulders gently, raising him back up to her face. He kissed her lips. She wanted something and found a moment to close her lips and speak.
“Hey.” Her voice was sober and firm.
“Yeah?”
“I want you to hold me down and fuck me with your big dick.”
All at once he knew that he had been holding back. For whatever reason, her sexual confidence, or the fact that she was his girlfriend’s mother, he hadn’t had the nerve to stick it in and give her a good fucking, and now she was making that clear. At this point he had no trouble complying with her request, although he was a bit shocked by her calm candor.
He pulled his boxer shorts off and grabbed his massively erect penis. One thing was for sure, he thought, his dick did not normally get this intensely hard; it hurt it was so swollen.
He found her vagina easily, moisture spreading her lips wide, her pubic hair damp. He began to ease his cock into her. She took over and grabbed his member and negotiated the insertion more easily. Derrick was not exactly inexperienced but he still could benefit from a helping hand. She exhaled sharply as he slid the full length of his cock into her. He immediately noticed a difference. The vagina felt looser, not by much, but not near as tight as any other girl he had been with. He gave her several good pumps, enjoying fully the sensation that he had dreamed of so many times – the gliding of his girlfriend’s mother’s wet pussy on his cock.
Diane pressed back against the bed and bit her lower lip as he slid in and out of her. Derrick remembered her request and placed his hands on her arms just below her shoulders. He rose up and surveyed her undulating chest, her tits shimmering under his thrusts. He had her arms pinned but he was unsure how much pressure to apply. He pushed down more and she did not cry out, instead it seemed to increase her pleasure. He pushed down even harder on her arms and pumped his cock into her pussy hard. Now he was fucking her, now she was getting his dick the way he had always wanted to give it. His confidence grew, she was no longer an intimidating conquest, she was now the flirty mother he was fucking the hell out of, and he could tell she liked it.
He screwed her for nearly fifteen minutes like that, holding her down and watching her face as he pumped his cock into her like the steam-drive piston of a locomotive. He wasn’t sure he could continue much longer without coming, so he slowed to a stop and slid his slippery cock out of her, then pressed his mouth to her vagina. He licked her up and down several times, then focused on her clit. She began to moan immediately. It was as if no man had ever licked her pussy. He had given one of his first girlfriends an orgasm by licking her, and he intended to do the same now. He’d be damned if he was going to give out while screwing; he wanted to see that look on her face when she came, the look reserved for the few that gave the ultimate pleasure. Somewhere in the back of his mind Derrick felt he might not ever get to this place again, and he wanted to have the full experience.
He sucked on her clit intently, but her pleasure seemed to overwhelm her and she pulled him up to her. She wiped his mouth with her hand then kissed him hard, her lips moving off to give him her neck. She moaned into his ear and muttered under her breath, “oh yeah.”
He pulled back and lifted his body forward, revealing his still swollen cock to her face. She accepted it enthusiastically, and he pumped her mouth a few times. He savored the moment, grasping one of her tits while he slowly rocked his cock in and out of her mouth. Satisfied he pulled his dick away and returned it to her pussy. His face near hers now, he looked deep in her eyes. Their bodies rocked in rhythm together. He kissed her lips and cheeks and neck, still holding one tit in his hand. He wanted her to know that he had her in this moment, that she was his fully. He pressed his forehead against her neck, focusing on her skin, her smell. They fucked like this until Diane came, each feeling the pulse of the other’s body, their energy. He did not come with her. After she had recovered he thrust into her steadily, increasing in speed until his cock told him it was time.
“Can I come inside you?”
Diane nodded, not looking at him. He could not wait a moment longer. His orgasm felt like a lightning strike. He moaned and gasped, not used to such power. She pulled him to her, pressing the side of his face to her breasts. He was suddenly aware of the sweat on her skin. He felt the moment starting to end and was instantly saddened by the thought. He wanted to elicit some kind of promise from her that this would not be the first and only time, but before he could make any plans for a reunion the sound of a siren came screaming in from the street, the lights of a police car flashing into the dark corners of the bedroom.
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