Phillip Milner - Her mother_s lover

"You must follow my orders to the letter!" he hissed at her. "And don't make any loud noises. That Pringle woman is too damned nosy! Now throw away that silly candle and come over here."

He took her head between his hands and maneuvered her close to his upright dick.

"You don't realize this my dear," the psychology teacher said in his best professorial manner, "but I think that you have a very serious lesbian fixation that you're quite unaware of. What I'm doing is first-rate psychotherapy for you. I'm going to get you to like male cock only!"

Now, in order to get her worked-up, he reached up with his hand under her shortie nightgown and grabbed one of her big tits. He found the pink, large nipple, rolled it between his thumb and forefinger for a moment and then squeezed it with all his strength.

This time Charisse let out a high, muted wail as she almost doubled with this most excruciating pain. It lasted only a moment, but she would now really do anything. She couldn't take having her nipple squeezed like that again no matter what he put her through. She opened her mouth to show him she surrendered to his wishes. Smiling, he thrust his cock into her mouth.

He still held her head by the ears and began to slide her up and down on his cock.

"Work your tongue on it, c'mon really suck that dick! Make believe you're swallowing a delicious ice cream cone."

She ran her tongue fluttering like a butterfly wetly up and down his shaft, she tried to tickle his pee-hole with the stiffened tip of her tongue, she sucked the very tip of his prick with real suction, as if she were trying to get the marrow out of a bone. But he still seemed as fresh as when she had started.

She sensed a twitching at the base of his cock, and began to lick and suck his dick with renewed energy. Perhaps she could nurse that twitch into a full-blown come. The twitching was now very pronounced, and she knew that Professor Forbes was about to shoot his load.

"I'm going to come, I'm going to come!" he announced with a convulsive jerking and throbbing of his cock deep into her throat.

As she felt his first jet of hot scum scald her throat, she was relieved. Spurt after spurt of the white creamy semen shot from his prick, filling her mouth, making her gag.

"There's only one way to end a blow job," he panted, "swallow that scum, swallow it all!"

Dutifully she swallowed the sweetish tasting hot sperm. Her tongue licked the last few drops out of his pee-hole. She knew she had satisfied him.

"Aaaaaah – aaaaah!" escaped from him pleasurably. "That was a good blow job. Just the therapy you needed, my dear."

"You mean just what you needed," she said to herself, "you Goddam phony, you!"

"I see you've been doing some work on our psychology report," he remarked, seeing her open book. "You don't have to hand in your paper. I'm giving you an 'A' for the course. You've just earned it!"

As the door closed behind him, Charisse lay back on her pillow. She was turning things over in her mind. Now she knew where she belonged – what she really was. This last brutal experience at the hands and cock of a man had given her glorious self-realization. She wanted her sex to be back in the comfortable world of women. Back with her gentle lover, Debby. No, she would never leave her women again. Later, there would be her mother.

"I'm a lesbian," she smiled at herself in the mirror, "and that's not bad at all!"