His finger played her body the way a virtuoso played a delicate musical instrument, not yet plunging into her tight little tunnel, but rubbing across the vertical smile of her lower mouth as if the digit was a bow and her body was a Guamerius violin being used by an artiste playing The Flight Of The Bumble Bee. The desire built in Jo Ann to such heights, she found breathing all but impossible. But it didn't matter to her. Nothing mattered to her, nothing at all!
Then, abruptly, with no warning whatsoever, just as those wonderful storm clouds in the center of her body had started building into delightful thunderheads, clouds that would bring the cooling rain to douse that raging torment within her, the dean stopped completely.
He was panting heavily, as if he, himself had run a cross-country race. His strong, vibrant body was trembling, and the grinding motions, the see-saw movements of his lower abdomen had grown so overpoweringly strong it almost caused pain to her ribs. The man's saliva was running down his dry, constricted throat as he attempted to swallow.
Admittedly the man was aroused. He had never thought it would be this good with such a young girl. Sure he had wanted to try one. Every man, at one time or another had the hots for a pretty young thing. Hell! In Asia and Africa girls younger than this one were already married. He had never thought he would have the chance to make it with this gorgeous young thing, and even when she had all but blackmailed him into it, he had been certain that while it might be fun, it would, in all probability never approach the kind of enjoyment he had gotten from the older girls. But he had been wrong. He had felt the need for her fill him up, and he realized she was no less desirable, in fact, probably more desirable, than any of the other girls and women he had known. He also knew that a good part of it was attributable to the girl herself, and not just her youth.
Jo Ann felt his entire body trembling. His hand was shaking like that of an old man suffering some kind of shaking disease as he took her hand and placed it on the bulge of his penis throbbing beneath his pants.
Well, there it was. At last! She was clutching a man's cock! This was the moment for her to find out just how great everything was. She had come this far, and she had to go the rest of the way and discover everything for herself. Her voice was low, a soft whisper as she murmured, "Dr. Joseph?"
"Yes, Jo Ann?"
"Teach me! What do you want me to do?"
For a moment he was so lost in the pleasure of feeling her small, girlish hand squeezing his cock, he merely sat there open-mouthed and panting as if he didn't understand. The man seemed lost in a daze of total passion.
"Please… Dr. Joseph… show me… please… darling,… " she used the word carefully, not wanting to offend him… "I've never done anything like this before. I told you. I wanted you to be the first. So show me everything that has to be done."
The man gulped as he came back to his senses. Then he shifted her lovely body slightly to the right and she felt his hand fumbling with the zipper on his trousers. The metal teeth whispered as he continued fumbling a bit more. Then, very suddenly, she felt the hot, hard length of solid flesh almost burn against her bare back. The dean tugged her youthful body toward him and his tongue dredged deeply into her mouth. As he kissed her, he once again placed her hand on his phallus, only this time she was touching it with no clothing blocking it. The instant she touched it, Jo Ann was certain this was not the same object she had felt confined inside his trousers. It was much too large. No man alive was capable of keeping something this long, this thick, and this rigid inside his pants without it being visible when he walked. She squeezed, and the dean groaned.
In her mind, she thought back concerning the sounds she had heard in her parents' bedroom, recalling hearing her father say something about "squeezing it hard." She must have been overhearing him tell her mother to squeeze his cock hard. This was the dean's cock, so she tightened her fingers around it. This made the man groan with undeniable pleasure.
She tugged with her fist, and surprisingly she felt the outer casing of skin move, soft and pliable in spite of the hardness it surrounded. Like the scruff of an animal it moved with her tugging hand. She felt the hard ridges beneath the skin, and the penis itself was pulsating as if it were a long heart.
"Unnnnhhhh… aaaaannnnnhhhhh… yesssss… that's it, little girl… you have the rhythm… aaaannnnhhhh… " he panted out loud.
She began moving her hand rapidly back and forth, and as she did so, she became aware of the fact that the organ was getting both, thicker and harder. At this point Dr. Joseph was making no attempt whatsoever to fondle her or kiss her. He simply lay back on the bed, propped up on his elbows, his mouth hanging laxly open, looking like a man on the verge of passing out.
Jo Ann's arm, wrist, and hand were beginning to tire of this vigorous exercise, especially considering the awkwardness of her position. She stopped her stroking for a moment in order to seat herself more comfortably on the bed, and as she did so, she was surprised to hear the man groan in what seemed like near-pain, sounding as if he were strangling, "Don't stop now, you little bitch! Keep going… go on… "
Jo Ann was well aware that her own satisfaction was very much dependent on her pleasing this man, and she so desperately wanted to please him. Finding a slightly more comfortable position, one she was able to achieve and grab his cock with either hand, she switched to her left hand and continued tugging on the massive length of cock, this time able to look at it as well, and be nearly awestruck at its dimensions. Within seconds, she had regained her earlier rhythm, and she saw his testicles also sticking out of his fly, the sac bouncing up and down against the zipper, Reaching down with her right hand, she cradled the weighty balls, aware of the smoothness of the skin in spite of its wrinkly appearance. She was panting as she pulled, moving lower and lower until she was kneeling in front of the bed on the floor, her face over his body at belt level. Her chin was mere inches from the swollen purple head of the great throbbing organ, and she was able to inhale the musk coming from him. Each upward tug on his penis seemed to jack her head down the minutest fraction, bringing her countenance that much closer to the cock.
The excitement was once again building uncontrollably in Jo Ann as she discovered that doing was as much fun as being done to, as she realized a good part of her inner excitement stemmed from the knowledge that in bringing him pleasure she was exercising a measure of control over him, and for this short period of time, she was the ruler, not he. The idea that she was able to gain control of this man so easily added fuel to the fires of her own inner arousal. The internal blaze was roaring totally out of control by now, unstoppable, uncontainable, seeping through the hidden gullies in the depths of her womb and belly. Oh God! She wanted to feel that cock inside her! Yes, yes, she had come here to be fucked, wanted to be fucked, had to be fucked. She wanted anything… anything at all… just as long as the inner fires were finally put out.
As the head of his bobbing phallus came closer to her girlish lips, it seemed to swell monstrously. The tiny little opening in the center of the mushroom like head had expanded until it looked open enough to fit the eraser on the back of a pencil in there. The dean, staring at her, knew what had to be on her mind at this point, and decided to make it up for her. Balancing himself on one elbow, he reached out with his other hand, cupped the back of her head, and tugged her lovely girlish face closer to it, saying, "Suck it, Jo Ann, suck it!" His voice was a frantic plea.