Suck University: Auto Shop
by Raindear816©
(Sweet Lil Wicked One)
Chapter 2: The Art of Suckology in an Automobile
The halls of Suck University have been filling with students and delicious Professors. My studies take me to the highest of heights, craving each Professor like *Godiva chocolate or the salty pretzel*, that is never around when you want it. Spring Break would begin at the end of this day and it was a bittersweet feeling to be leaving campus.
I was walking out to the parking lot, to my truck, and who did I see but a mysteriously sexy Professor walking to his car. Not wanting to miss the chance of one last lesson before vacation, I sped up my pace to catch his attention.
"Excuse me, um Sir?" I called out.
He turned, smiled at me and said nothing, but motioned me to come to him. I was wet instantly. I knew I should have at least put on a thong with this school uniform! A breeze caught my short skirt, exposing my thigh highs and my naked pussy. My dewy lips were revealed and I'd nothing to do but blush, smile, and walk toward him.
"I don't believe we've met..." I began, but was interrupted.
"Yes, we have... but today, I am a stranger who wants to give you a lesson in 'On-campus-parking-lot Cock Worship.'
Flushed, I smiled. "But wouldn't your office be more appropriate? Or maybe a classroom?"
"There's something extremely arousing about any kind of sex in a car. Don't you agree?"
He didn't give me time to reply.
"Now get in. "
Hell, he could have just stripped in front of the car and leaned back across the hood. I'd have sucked him dry and called him dusty in no time. His authority, his confidence, and his fly were all so fucking sexy.
We got into the car. He didn't even open my door. Normally I would've been off-put, but I didn't care. I was under his spell, and his command. He positioned the seat further back, so the steering wheel wouldn't be an obstacle for me. As he looked at me, his eyes darkened with desire. He gripped my flaxen locks tightly and pulled my mouth to his.
"Sex, heat, and spontaneity are imperative in an automobile Suckology session." He said and forced his mouth upon mine. His lips were like velvet, his tongue was like a silk ribbon wrapping around mine, entangling me in a tapestry of passion and need.
I wasn't expecting him to kiss me. Let's face it, this is Suck University; the kisses we give are usually along the shaft of a juicy cock. I was slipping into another world. His mouth was hot and insistent, making love to mine. I was captured. There was no escape that I could conceive of wanting, except to the world where we were in the car and nothing else mattered.
My hands caressed his body. His chest was enormous, and strong, his muscles were firm and enticing. I lifted his shirt from his waistband of his khakis, gently scraping my fingernails across his flesh. His deep moans made me hot, and wanton; but his mouth was still in possession of mine. It was agony. Did I want more to kiss this man, or to have his thick cock in my mouth?
He relieved me of that decision, when he withdrew his luscious lips and gently pressed my head downward to assist him in the freeing of his stiff member. My kiss-swollen lips were aching for the feel of his flesh against them.
"No words need to be spoken, you know what to do." He said in a half-sigh/half-whisper.
My eyes beheld the delight of his cock: engorged, leaking, thick, and throbbing. I took him into my mouth, with one long, deep suck. I wanted to feel his power all the way to the base, all at once. He inhaled sharply and groaned in approval.
My tiny hand scooped his balls into my palm. I squeezed and milked them. My tongue danced over his rigid dick, slurping and sucking, swirling and licking. I couldn't have stopped myself if I tried. He tasted like the Godiva Chocolate and the salty pretzel all in one, he was what I'd been craving and I was powerless to do anything but worship him. I gripped his shaft and began to stroke it while my lips sucked feverishly across the tip of his cock. He twitched against my lips as my tongue fluttered against the tender underside of his bulbous head.
My pussy was so wet, from just the feel of him in my mouth, his moans, and his hips rising to meet my hungry orifice. I felt my sex pulsing in time with the bobbing of my head, as I worked his cock for all that it was worth. I felt him growing harder than stone, ready to burst into a million droplets. I was so ready for that creamy drink, but he lifted my head, and his erection pulled from my mouth with one slick *pop*.
"Come here." He said simply, and again kissed me deeply, with such vigor and force, I thought he'd draw the very breath from my lungs.
I couldn't understand the lesson he was teaching me. Was it about kissing, or cock worship? What was he doing with that wonderfully magical mouth of his? All I could think of was giving him my mouth as his very own vessel to fill. But his lips were taking me to a different level of higher learning.
My hand steadily stroked his cock as his tongue stroked mine over and over in the most soul-searing, passionate kiss. I was torn between the feel of his lips and tongue caressing mine, and the heat of his flesh filling my loving mouth.
*It is possible to want two things at once equally, I thought, as I was caught up in our exquisitely sensual oral lovemaking. *
My hand twisted around his cock and squeezed. His hips jerked upward and his groan filled my mouth. I pulled away and went back for the thick meat I was hungry for. Harder and faster, I sucked. Deeper and stronger, I stroked. There was no way he would pull my mouth from his cock again without first filling it with his essence.
When his hands came down to my head again, I feared he'd make me stop. Instead he helped me set the pace of my ministrations. I felt his pelvis thrusting against my chin. His coarse hairs tickled my nose as my face was pressed against his rigid abdomen. I was seeking his pleasure, deep from within him, and gaining my own with every decadent suck of his fantastic cock.
His hands moved over my ass and lifted my skirt. It was if he knew that I wanted more. He parted my cheeks as I flicked my tongue over his cock and sucked him with even more force and insistence. His fingers stroked over my puckered ring, then found my hot wet center. Plunging his fingers deeply inside of me,I was mindless with pleasure. I continued to stroke and suck as he brought me to the brink of oblivion. I moaned and whimpered against his cock-flesh as he pumped and ground deeper into my throat.
"Here's your lesson." He groaned, as he fingered me to orgasm and then filled my mouth and throat with more cum than I could swallow in one eager gulp. I flooded his hand and he shot a tidal wave into my bottomless vessel. I continued to drink from him and fondle his balls as we both rode the wave of orgasmic pleasure to the soothing shore of satisfaction.
With the final draw of my sated lips over the velvety tip of him, I lifted my head to see the expression on his face. His head was tipped back against the head-rest and his eyes were half-open. I was trembling from my own orgasm and the tension built from the awkward position of being laid across the mid-console of the car. His strong arms lifted me to a more comfortable position. I smiled at him, not knowing what to say. He leaned over and kissed me again, this time tenderly. I felt a thousand *thank-you's* escape from each papillae of his tongue to mine.
I could have kissed him forever. I could have feasted upon his delicious cock forever. But this Professor taught me that I didn't have to choose. I only had to want both and allow him to give me the sweetest lesson I've learned yet.
