JENIFER 2 by FIRMLY2 REPOST F/M
Firmly2
Jenifer and Her Professor, Part II
by firmly2
Once they reached the sanctuary of his car in the dark parking lot, they
buried themselves in
each others arms again. This time, he slid her skirt all the way to her waist
and quickly reached
under her sweater. After another five minutes of furious kissing and petting,
he finally started the
engine, the smell of wet pussy overpowering in the small space of the car. As
he pulled out of the
lot, he pulled gently on her neck once and said,
"You little minx ... show me how naughty you can be on the way back to my
place."
Not needing any further help, Jenifer bent down and undid his belt before
unzipping him and
taking out. And for the rest of the ride back, she kept him in her mouth,
teasing his throbbing
hardness with her tongue. Only when he had shut off the engine did she finally
break off and only
then with an obvious reluctance which thrilled both of them.
As soon as they entered his apartment and closed the door, he had her up
against the wall,
skirt raised above her waist, sweater raised above her breasts as he kissed and
petted and
fingered her furiously. And when she was completely beyond herself, crying out
in sharp
pleasure and begging him to "give it to me", he quickly led her over to his
sofa.
She imagined he was panning on taking her right then and there. Instead,
he sat down
suddenly before drawing her over his lap and flipping her skirt up. And then
while she cried out
in wild, incoherent pleasure, he began spanking her with his right hand while
running his left hand
underneath her from face to neck, breasts, stomach, and pussy, caressing,
squeezing and
fingering her whole torso. Occasionally he stopped spanking her long enough to
slide an index
finger deeply into her bottom while using his other hand to finger her pussy.
And throughout the
whole experience as she buckled and heaved on his lap, he scolded her.
"Young lady, I am going to pick you up after work every night this week and
bring you back
here. I am then going to put you over my lap and bare your bottom for a good
spanking before
screwing you silly right on the rug. After that, I think I'll take you into the
bathroom and give you
a nice, warm, soapy enema and make you sit on the john and hold it in while you
suck me off
again with your wonderful mouth. You will be allowed to expel only when I am
coming. After
your enema, you will go back over my knee while I watch TV for an hour and give
you a baby
oil spanking with a well vaselined finger for your bottom. And after that, I
plan to take you into
my bed and fuck you with my big cock over and over until you pass out or fall
asleep. Do we
understand each other?"
By then, Jenifer had already begun to cry her way through her first
orgasm as her whole
body thrashed about on the tips of his fingers and spanking hand. The feeling
of his finger in her
bottom was just too much to handle, especially coupled with vivid descriptions
of an impending
enema. As soon as her throes subsided, he pulled her gently off his lap onto
the soft rug and
quickly stripped off his pants. In a flash he had mounted her, sliding his full
nine inches all the
way into the center of her being. Driven completely now by desire and utterly
unaware of all
else, she wrapped her legs around the small of his back instinctively and cried
out, .
"Fuck me Richard ... oh god, fuck me ... fuck me harder ... fuck me as hard
as you can". And
for the next half hour he did just that, fucking her through another series of
interconnected
orgasms until he finally exploded inside her, mouths interlocked, both of them
crying loudly now,
one of his fingers buried in her bottom as he went through his own frenzied
spasms.
After lying in each other arms on the rug and eventually getting up for
some white wine,
Richard Bradford fulfilled his promise and led Jenifer into his large bathroom
where he made her
bend over the waist-high cabinets while he filled a familiar looking red bag
with warm water and
liquid soap. She watched, trembling, as he fetched the vaseline from the
cabinet and thoroughly
oiled the tip of the black rubber nozzle before connecting it to the tube
running from the bag.
Hanging the bag on the shower rod, he pushed his hand onto the small of her
back, flattening her
out more on the cabinet. And then she felt his fingers spreading his cheeks and
dabbing a
generous glob of vaseline on her rectum, working in all around, up and down
until she began
moaning loudly all over again, her eyes closed, her consciousness completely
dissolved in the
sensations of his heavily greased finger sliding in and out. Seeing how aroused
she was, he
postponed the nozzle and used his other hand to massage her clitoris and labia.
Again she began
moaning continously, rhythmically, as his fingers slid in and out together,
rocking back against his
hands, yielding to the overpowering sensations in her rectum and pussy until
once again she
blindly cried her way through yet another orgasm.
Only when she had fdid she feel the hard nozzle pressing briefly at her
sphincter before sliding
in. Then he unclamped the hose and she felt the warm water as it flowed deep
into her, bringing
out a new series of quieter moans. As the water flowed in, she lost control
again and reached
down with her left hand, masturbating herself right in front of him. In
response, he began
spanking her rosy cheeks as the water continue to flow in. Suddenly, without
warning, she
launched into another orgasm on the cabinet, lunging her head forward and
screaming this time
as the warm water turned her whole body into a warm, flowing liquid which
completely
dissolved the boundaries to her body.
When the bag was finally empty, he removed the nozzle, warned her to hold
her water until he
said she could expel and told her to sit on the toilet. Once she was settled,
he came between her
legs, standing in front of her, his cock again stiffed at the sight of her
enema and orgasms.
As she took him into her mouth, he gently held her head with both hands
and fucked her
slowly for a full ten minutes while the cramps built up and his own tension
approached. Finally,
he called out in a coarse voice and she expelled just as he flooded her mouth
with his warm love
cream. And as she expelled, Jenifer was wracked by another orgasm. For quite
some time, she
had stayed on a kind of plateau where she was capable of drifting from one
climax to the next,
without ever descending very far from the trigger point.
After she had finished expelling, he waited while she cleaned up and took
her into his
bedroom, carrying her like some prize, and slipped her under the sheets where
he joined her.
This time he slid down and used his mouth on her as she clenched her hands in
his hair and
screamed again. He wondered what the neighbors were thinking and found himself
all the more
turned on for the unembarfrassed loudness of her pleasure. After she finsihed
drenching his face
with her own juices, he moved back up, flipped her over and brought her up to a
crouching
position where he entered her again, this time from behind where he fucked her
with both hands
holding her hips, ramming into her for another thirty minutes. Half of the time
he spanked her.
The rest of the time his finger was buried in her bottom which both of them
knew she loved. So
did he. And when they finally collapsed, they fell into a deep sleep, his soft
cock still trapped
deep into her for the first hour.
They never left the his bedroom much the next day, except for an
occasional trip to the
bathroom or the kitchen or when he took her into the den to watch TV with her
turned over his
knee for a baby oil spanking. She had never been spanked like that before,
never knew how
excited she could get from being fingered and oiled in so many places all at
once. Twice they
had to break it off and make love on the couch before he put her back over his
knee.
At last, he had taken the lead the way she had wanted him from the
beginning, making her
into his glorious object of pleasure while managing to give her exactly what
she wanted and even
to surprise her with gifts she hadn't expected. While she lay over his lap
being baby oiled and
spanked, she asked him huskily if he was going to spank her every night that
coming week,
asked him in a way which made it all too clear what she wanted, asked him while
arching her
pretty bottom to meet each smack as if it were a soft kiss, arched up knowing
her pussy was
completely on display and offered up like a beautiful flower for his masculine
taking, as open and
vulnerable as her bare, spanked bottom was at that same moment, as open as her
soft mouth
and thighs and swaying breasts had been in the dark theater earlier that
afternoon, as open as
her longing for him had been since her first office visit when she could hardly
restrain herself from
throwing herself on his lap and kissing him passionately.
When he stopped spanking and caressing her round bottom and slid an oiled
finger deep in
and out of her rectum, she moaned continuously and openly rocked her pelvis up
and down.
And once again, she asked him in a husky whisper if he was also going to
vaseline her bottom
and give her an enema every night that week too. She had not had an enema since
her childhood
days though she remembered the strange mix of sensual feelings vividly. And for
years, she had
yearned for a strong man to take her panties down, grease her cheeks, and slide
the familiar
nozzle in before turning on the warm, flowing water. She had nevered imagined
Professor
Bradford would have turned her over his masculine knee and lowered her panties
for a sensual
hand spanking, much less given her a warm, soapy enema in the bathroom. When he
promised
to give her a smaller enema the next night, place her on her back on the
bathroom counter, and
then stand between her legs, her ankles on his shoulders, and make love to her
while she
retained her enema solution, she began rocking up and down on his lap, on his
long fingers, as
her loud response betrayed her response. It was the start of a long summer for
Jenifer.