Chapter 8
Betty Brewster and Les returned the following morning with the equipment Nate needed. And no one was really surprised when he announced that the expedition would be heading back to the city in a few days. There were more measurements to be made and some photographs of the inside of the kiva but the expedition would return to the campus after that. Dr. Brewster implied that there would be papers to present and other scientists to talk to about his discovery.
But Susan knew that the real reason he wanted to get back was her. After all, hadn't he told her that he'd discovered the kiva some time before? Her head was still spinning with the vivid memory of what he'd done to her on that ancient stone dais. The feathers she'd worn were stuffed deep into her duffel. They were stiff with dried cum and blood but she wanted to keep them. She wasn't quite sure why.
As work around the kiva progressed, Susan tried to behave as if nothing had happened between herself and Dr. Brewster. Mona knew of course but other than a few envious glances, she kept the secret to herself.
Strangely enough there was a glow on Betty Brewster's cheeks. And when Susan heard Nate speaking in low tones to Les she had a feeling that there was something going on. Had Nate actually talked his young graduate student into seducing Betty? Susan kept her eyes and ears open. And sure enough she saw Les give the doctor's wife a pat on the ass when he thought no one was looking.
But it was the looks Nate gave her that made Susan's blood heat up. He seemed to be promising more to come. Now that she wasn't dazed by the ritual of his seduction, she realized the difference between them more vividly.
She was a sophomore coed of tender years, seventeen of them to be exact. She was still maturing physically and mentally and the power Nate was exerting over her was incredible. Whenever she was near him she could feel the lusty vibes. He never touched her and that was really even more titillating than if he'd sneaked secret feels like Les was doing with Betty.
Mona seemed to be in a constant sulk. It was obvious that she was second best, a kind of helper that Nate called on when he needed her. It made Susan tremble to remember how the dark-haired girl had prepared her for the sacrifice of her cherry that night.
The day came for departure. Susan lost herself in the job and tried very hard not to think of sex or anything related to it. But for two nights now she'd slept restlessly and the dreams that had haunted her were always erotic. She'd awakened from one just as she was about to come. Instead of enjoying it, her climax had been too sharp, too intense for pleasure. On the ride back to the city, Nate broke out a bottle of cognac to celebrate the success of the expedition. Susan promptly got drunk and had to throw up at the first rest stop. Nate washed her face with water from a canteen and insisted that she stay the night with him and his wife. Betty Brewster seemed totally without any suspicion.
Sitting in Dr. Brewster's living room, Susan began to feel better. Nate made her a special concoction to soothe her stomach. It was spiked with alcohol so that she wouldn't feel her hangover so intensely.
"Betty had some things to do at the school," he told her.
"I really feel well enough to go to my own apartment," Susan said.
"No, you need a bath and a good night's rest. After I'm through with you, that is."
"Dr. Brewster, I think it would be best if we forgot about what happened up there at that kiva," Susan began. Nate's piercing eyes stopped her.
"It's up to me to decide what I think is best for you." He touched her ear. A tingle went through her. She tried to think of a way to say no. Instead she heard herself saying something else entirely.
"Yes, sir."
"Stand up." It was clearly an order. Susan stood up, her eyes down cast. "Take off your clothes.
"But ... "
"You heard me." Nate wasn't angry. But there was something in his tone which said he could get angry very quickly. Susan's nipples throbbed as she peeled her t-shirt and undid her shorts.
"There," she murmured.
"Panties too."
"Yes, sir." Susan half turned to peel her underwear off her bottom. There was a trace of blood in her crotchband and Nate smiled when he saw this remnant of the wound he'd made in her with his big cock. Now it was his turn to undress. Susan made an effort not to watch him. But his body was almost perfect for a man in his forties and that thick, long prick had been so deep inside her young loins that she felt hypnotized by the shape and size of it.
Nate led her upstairs and into a plush, tiled bathroom. The sunken tub looked as big as a small swimming pool and as the steamy water rose, Nate made Susan join him. Before the water rose above her breasts, Nate's hands were all over her. Then he commanded her to soap his body.
Fingers shaking, Susan spread lather across his shoulders and down his back. He breathed raggedly as she rubbed the foamy slickness around his balls and prick. Just the slide of that thing through her palms made her pant. Her cunt was remembering the fucking it'd gotten.
"You belong to me, now," Nate said, kissing her mouth.
"I ..."
"I want total obedience. You understand, don't you?" He said it in a gentle way but there was no nonsense in the way. he looked at her.
"Yes sir. I understand."
"Whenever I want you, you'll give yourself to me."
Susan nodded. Her fingers were sliding up" and down his cock, soaping him. Nate splashed the soap off and gave her a nod, his hands urging her head down. He was sitting on the edge of the sunken tub, his penis jutting out its full nine inches. Susan gave a little whimper as she fit her lips around the darkened tip. Then as that hot knob slid along her tongue she began to cry. Not because she was scared or disgusted but because that thing in her mouth seemed so right now! It was the missing part of her life since Nate had debauched her up in the mountains. She slurped hungrily at the hot and tender lobes, spit running down her chin to mingle with her tears.
Nate petted her shoulders and neck and touched the place where her lips were stretched around his shaft. He let her suck him until she could feel the wild pulse starting in his groin. Then, gently, he forced her head back. His cocktip came free of her mouth with a soft pop.
"Let's get out, now," he whispered, half lifting her from the water. Nate toweled Susan dry and she leaned against him weakly as he rubbed her white flesh red. Then he carried her to his bedroom. She lay on the bed twitching and squirming her hips. There was something about the way her teacher looked at her that made her half crazy. All she could think of was sex now. She was his slave! She'd give him anything he wanted. She trusted him completely.
"Pull your knees up," he told her. With an eager gasp, Susan obeyed.
Nate was holding an expensive camera. He came close to her and as she heard the snap of the shutter, a jolt of pleasure made her groan. Nate was breathing hard too, excited at the prospect of recording her youthful beauty. He took close-ups of her freshly scrubbed cunt. He even made her hold her mound apart with her fingers as he photographed the squishy, feverish depths of her crevice.
Now he lay on his back on the bed and ordered Susan to crouch between his open legs, ordered her to suck him. With the fingers of one hand in her cunt, Susan licked the hot plum of his cocktip while Nate snapped off more pictures. He photographed her tongue just touching his orifice, got a shot of her plush lips sliding down over the rounded surface of his glans. He got pictures of her taking his prick to the back of her throat and licking his balls and biting along the sides of his shaft like she was eating bar-b-que.
All her life Susan had thought that the kind of pictures Nate was now taking were the nastiest things in the world. But since she was the subject and since she was under his control, the sound of that expensive shutter was like a sexy kiss instead of something wicked.
"I want you to fuck me, now," Nate told her, putting the camera aside.
"I ... I don't know how."
"Figure it out for yourself," he smiled. Susan looked at the smoldering length of rigid cockmeat. Her cunt was running lubrication down both her thighs but it seemed as impossible now as it had that first night. She was so small in comparison to Nate Brewster's oversized penis. The head almost filled her mouth when she sucked it in. And to imagine that thing going into her body without any help from Nate made her moan.
Susan got astraddle of Nate's body, her knees bent, her mound just above his cock. Then she held the heavy shaft up with one hand and moved back against it.
It was something she'd never done before so it wasn't easy to get the angle right. And the heat of Nate Brewster's cock, the velvety rub of that glans against her cunt made it hard to concentrate on what she was doing. Her pussy bloomed out, full of blood and juicy. She held Nate's cock with thumb and forefinger as she rocked her hips and backed against it.
Susan was excited enough just feeling her cunt being gouged by that throbbing erection. But when she watched Nate's face, her excitement quickened even more. It was obvious that the touch of her cunt against his hot penis was having an effect. When she pumped her hips gently, trying to find the place where her body opened, her soft and slickened flesh smeared juice across Nate's glans. And by now Susan had discovered that that swell at the end of a man's prick was the most sensitive part by far.
"Ohhh, I'm not very good at this. I guess I'm a little scared."
"That makes it even better."
"Do you think I should really be here with you Nate?"
"I'll be the one who decides where you'll be."
"Yes, sir." She swallowed and lowered her lashes. Her fingers tightened behind her teacher's cocktip. " ... there. I think it's right there."
She backed harder against the spike of his cock. There was a sliding sound as her vulva opened out against the force. She could feel her aching hole slide down over the tip a little. She was sore from being fucked that first time. Susan bit her lip and see-sawed her hips. The squishy sounds grew louder.
"Uhhh," Nate moaned.
"Ohhh, God!"
"Yeah ... push harder now."
"Ouch, it hurts!"
" ... push! Push, damn it, push!"
"Uhhhh, it's going in! Ohhhh, Nate, ohhhh ... so big!"
Susan could feel that barbed tip about to slide past her ring of muscles. And when the circle clenched behind Nate's glans a shuddering pleasure made her grunt like a hungry little piglet. She couldn't believe the bewitching way her teacher's cock seemed to control her. With that swollen knob inside her she was totally in his power. And while she knew she was being terribly wicked there was nothing she could do about it.
"Yes," Nate groaned, eyes glazing with lust. "Ohhh, God, yes!"
Susan moved her ass gingerly, testing the tightness of her hole around Nate's penis. He moaned deeper as her youthful muscles squeezed him, as her dainty, feverish flesh wet his tip with girlish juices. Susan was beginning to understand her teacher's passions, his lust for her. She was a willowy beauty of seventeen and he was in his forties. He'd deflowered her, he'd been the first to push a cock into her virgin pussy. And now he wanted to be the only one. He wanted to habituate her to having that giant penis sliding in and out of her cunt.
"It's filling me up!" she whimpered, rocking her hips as she pushed back. With Nate under her, Susan could feel her pussy slipping tightly around his penis as she carefully pressed back and down. Her toes were pointed and fanned from the excitement that surged through every nerve. Her knees were spread on either side of Nate's body. Her hands braced the upper part of her torso as her V long hair dangled over the fronts of her shoulders, sweeping Nate's chest as she tossed her head.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed, hearing the crackling wetness of her cunt as more of Nate Brewster's prick disappeared between the pink, stretched folds.
"Yes, Susan, you're doing fine." Nate pulled in a quick breath, held it. "That cunt of yours is a miracle. It moves inside! God damn how it moves!"
Susan understood what he meant. She could feel her own convulsions, could feel the rhythmic squeezing deep, deep inside her body. Her slippery flesh was squeezing and sliding around the swollen head of Nate Brewster's cock. When her muscles contracted, it was impossible for him to pull his penis back, impossible for her to lift her pussy off of him.
Then her cunt would relax again and she could squirm her hips and lower her weight back against that steamy shaft, skewering herself ecstatically. It came to her like a cosmic truth that a female's cunt was probably the slickest, softest, warmest thing in the whole universe. And her sweet little cunt belonged to Nate Brewster.
"I can't believe how deep it's going," she gasped, eyes fluttering with excitement. Nate pulled her down to kiss her mouth. She let him feast on her lips, suck her tongue and nibble at her chin until her pussy was contracting more rapidly than before. She lay across his strong chest, her breasts flattened, nipples caressing him. Her slim hips hunched gently. That huge chunk of meat inside her caused her to be cautious in her movements. When she tried to tilt her hips too radically, that hot tip gouged a little too hard.
Nate dug his fingers in her hair, let his palms slide down her narrow back. His hands cupped her quivering ass cheeks and he pulled, pulled her down another inch on his erection. For an instant, Susan flushed with shame.
"What if my father knew what I was doing," she whined.
"Why should he ever find out."
"If he looks at me, he'll know."
"Don't be silly." Nate kissed her mouth hard and she forgot her fear. She was pulled into the force of his personality again. She felt weak and helpless and totally incapable of escape. Her young ass danced up and down as the last inch of Nate's big cock went into her. She felt that throbbing glans brush across the opening to her womb. He was so very deep inside her! She was caught on him, her pussy milking at the rigid shaft as if it knew his balls were full of creamy sap.
"Now straighten your legs, slip them between mine."
Gasping from the erotic effect the movements had on her cunt, Susan straightened her legs and closed them between Nate's thighs. Now her cunt was even tighter on his big penis, tighter and hotter. The tightness sent shivers of pleasure up her body. Her ass cheeks glowed red. Her pussy leaked more hot butter. She began a slow, circular movement, grinding against his public bone. Her toes were more pointed than ever, her calf muscles standing out in relief from the tension her movements caused. Nate was panting hard, his fingers digging into the small of her narrow back. She tried to imagine how it must feel to him to have a slim, small-breasted young girl writhing around on top of him, her cunt speared full of cock. She decided that it probably felt heavenly. It certainly felt nice to her!
"Hhhhaahh, ohhhhh, ahhhhhh, God, Nate, God!"
"Yeah, Susan! Ohhh, yeah!"
She couldn't seem to stop moving. She'd never thought of the possibility of being on top. The only stories she'd heard concerning sex had the man on top. Like Nate had done that first time in the kiva. When he pulled her face down into the hollow of his neck, she knew he wanted her to kiss him there. She licked and sucked and bit, her firm young bottom rising and falling all the while. She dipped and danced over him, easing her clasping flesh up until just the tip of his cock was still inside and then shoving down, taking him as deep as she could. His penis throbbed and bulged! Her cunt squeezed back.
"Nhhhuuhh," she groaned, nipples extending to rub against Nate's chest.
Nate had been keeping pretty still but now he begun to writhe on the bed as Susan pumped her bottom. The slurpy sound of her cunt around his cock seemed to excite him as much as it did her. She couldn't just lie there! She couldn't keep herself still! She had to wiggle and hunch and dig her nails into his shoulders as the fever built inside her.
Wavelike convulsions went along her pussy. The spasms squeezed Nate's cock in a soft, rippling way and she knew that it wouldn't be long before he spurted. To imagine that happening sent her off into a gasping, twitching fit against him. She was really getting crazy now! She seemed to be itching all over! There was a burning tickle around her clit that no amount of rubbing helped. In fact the more she rubbed the feverish cut against the hilt of Nate's cock, the more intense the tickle became.
"Susan! Ohhhh, God ... "
"Uhh, uhhhh!"
"Faster, baby, faster!"
"Ohhhh, Nate, ohhhh, God in heaven!"
"Jesus!"
"Deeper ... want it deeper!" But already the tiny orifice was pulsing against the mouth of her womb. She felt Nate's muscled body go hard beneath her. Her toes pointed and came off the bed. She had squeezed her thighs as tightly as she could and her ass lurched uncontrollably, her slim back arching, then humping as she fucked herself on that hot chunk of cockmeat.
"Uhhhhhh," Nate groaned, his arms tightening around her body. Susan felt the head of his cock stretching her insides as it swelled. Then the spurting force, the powerful convulsions came. Floods of cream filled her. She pumped faster, babbling and drooling on Nate Brewster's chest. He kissed her hair and dug fingers into the crack of her ass as she fucked him with total abandon.
A sloppy mixture of juice and cum leaked from the edges of her hole. And the sound of her wiggling, the sound of that hot prick sliding in and out of her young cunt was breathtakingly erotic.
In his passion, Nate rolled her half over, pumping furiously all the while. Then she was on top again, knees bent now so that she had more freedom of movement. She milked the hot curds from his prick, her strong muscles pulling at the stuff, sucking it out of his tube until Nate trembled and gasped for mercy.
"Yaahhhhhhhhh!"
"Mmhhuuuhhh," Susan cooed back, half unconscious from the fury of her climax.
For a long time they lay there panting in each other's arms. When Nate rolled her over and eased his cock out of her cunt, Susan clutched her tummy and moaned as she felt that blood-filled barb drag at her insides. She sat cross-legged, staring down at the creamy rivulet which dripped from her stretched pussy. She was swollen and gooey with her teacher's gism. Then she was aware of Nate standing close by, his cock near her lips.
"Suck," he said. Susan didn't bother to refuse. She cradled his sagging erection in her fingers and began to lap up the cum that clung to his shaft. She worked carefully around his tip and back along the underside of his penis until he was glistening clean. The taste was familiar and had a comforting effect on her. The fact that Nate had demanded it of her caused sexy tingles to glow up in her well-fucked cunt.
Nate carried her to the bathroom and they enjoyed another bath together. She felt more in his power than ever now. His every wish was her desire. Whenever he wanted to touch her, wherever he wanted to touch her, Susan submitted. When he had another erection from their touching underwater, Nate commanded Susan to soap him and jerk him off.
"You mean, you could come again?" she breathed, eyes wide as she gazed at his cock tip thickening under its clinging foreskin.
"Try me."
Susan had never masturbated a male before: But sliding her fingers up and down Nate Brewster's throbbing penis did have an exciting effect on her. She watched that plum-like head grow darker and hotter, watched the skin get taut. As the soapy lather smacked between her fingers, Nate stretched his body back in the water and a quivering pulse began up inside his groin.
"Ohh!" Susan cried as the jets of white cum leaped into the air. It fell in glops across her forearm, dribbled down her fingers. Some fell into the water and she watched the creamy strings spiral down and out of sight. The way Nate's cock jerked in her tight grasp was something she'd never forget.
"Tomorrow I'll have a surprise for you," Nate told her later. He kissed her goodnight and went downstairs to await the return of his wife. Susan pulled the sheet up to her chin and tried to relax. But she still felt like she was caught in a strange dream, a dream she hadn't the strength to escape from. Or was it a nightmare?