Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Leah says "I want to taste it!"

There was a tremor of anticipation shuddering through her as she knelt, cheeks hollowed and lips poised, staring up at Reed with the adoration of a disciple worshipping at some pagan altar.

“I want to taste it!” she whispered, her voice a raw scratch of need. “Please, Reed. I want to taste you. I want you to cum in my dirty little mouth.” She stuck her tongue out, glistening pink and trembling, and watched his expression melt from predatory amusement into something almost reverential.

“God DAMN, Williams,” Reed groaned, stroking his cock with a rough, urgent fist. “You really are a dirty little slut. Look at you. Tongue out, eyes big, begging for it. Like a perfect little fucking secret pornstar or something.” He steered his cock back into her mouth again, thrusting in slightly with every word. “Bet you agh! practiced this UGH! a lot in college, didn’t you?”

She let the words scald her. They were fire and shame and bliss all at once. He pulled his cock out of her mouth. She kept her tongue out, eyes watering, and nodded mutely. Her face felt like a furnace, chest rising and falling as she waited, waited, waited, every second stretching out like a ****, Reed’s cock pulsing in his grip as he began to stroke himself with a steady, pleasurable rate.

“Open wider. Show me how much you fucking want it.” His voice was lower, almost shaking. Obedient, she widened her jaw until it ached, tongue curling against her lower lip.

“That’s it,” Reed panted. “Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl.” He stroked himself with quick, brutal efficiency, aiming the head of his cock at the tip of her tongue, using her face as a target. “Don’t you dare close your mouth until I say so.”

She didn’t. She couldn’t. She wanted every drop of him, wanted to feel it splatter against her palate and trickle down her throat, wanted to drown in it. Her eyes pleaded up at him, open, unashamed. Reed jerked his cock faster, his balls drawn up tight, skin mottled red with the effort of holding back.

“That’s right,” he gasped, “you just keep begging for it.” The first rope of cum hit her nose and split apart like a high school science experiment as part of it shot past her head completely and the rest landing in her hairline like a paintball in slow motion, spattering down onto her brow before dribbling in viscous strands toward her nose. The next splatted against her cheekbone and caught in the tangle of her lashes; it stung and blurred one eye, but Leah blinked through it and grinned with perverse delight.

The rest sprayed across her lips, chin, and even a splotch just under her collarbone. Some fell on the floor and...it just went everywhere. When he finally finished, breath ragged, thighs trembling with exertion, he collapsed back onto the bed like an exhausted lumberjack after felling a mighty oak.

Leah bathed in the aftershock, face sticky and cooling by the second, feeling every ounce the depraved little porn puppet Reed had reduced her to—and savoring it. The humiliation didn’t sting; it buzzed, sweet and electric, lighting up every nerve ending she’d thought teaching high school had long since dulled.

“Holy shit,” Reed panted, as he surveyed his handiwork. “Look at you. Perfect…a perfect little slut...”

She stood slowly, globs of semen threatening to roll from her cheek onto his carpet.

“That was a lot...” Leah panted, and cracked a smile "...and not exactly in my mouth...probably anywhere else."

"Shit, I guess I just got too fucking excited. Missed the goal but still fucking scoring." he chuckled at his own lewd sports humor.

"Jesus..." Leah sighed at the horrible humor and the state of what her face, hair, and body probably looked like.

“Better clean up if you want round two.” He grinned sharklike, glad to have made such a mess on the hottest teacher at the school as he pointed toward the bathroom.

“Yeah, I don’t think you want this to get everywhere.” Leah said as she motioned toward her cum covered face.

In the bathroom she inspected herself: eyes wild and sparkling above streaks of white frosting that traced crude lines down her face and neck.

She washed her face from Coach Reed’s cum, a wash cloth was needed and a few serious passes underneath the bathroom sink to get the cum off. She dropped the washrag on the floor like she was in a hotel. She returned to find him already half-hard again, dick bobbing with slight his pulse as he scrolled through some sports updates on his phone.

“Jesus,” Leah muttered as she approached the bed. “Looks like he is halfway ready for round two. Is that from me or from your sports updates?”

“You inspire me.” Coach Reed said without looking up from his phone (but clearly admiring her out of the corner of his eye). “But looks like if you want any fun you better get him ready.” He gave her a wink as he put his phone on the bedside table.

Leah could stay for some more...fun...but that might draw some suspicion...