In the kitchen, Mr. Rakehell hands Jennifer a small towel to wipe off the saliva dripping down her face.
“Here you go, honey.”
“Thank you, sir.”
She’s given many blowjobs on various dates, but never one as messy as the one she just gave her soccer trainer. After wiping her face clean, Jennifer put the towel in the sink.
“I’m thirsty, “Do you have anything to drink?” she asked.
“Sure, Jenny.” He reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a can of lemonade. “Thank you,” she said with a quiet voice.
She sat on the kitchen counter, popped the can open, and started to sip on it.
Mr. Rakehell gave her a moment to enjoy her sweet beverage but then signaled with lust in his eyes that they were just getting started with their debauchery. Picking up on this cue, she takes one last drink and sets the can down beside her.
Rick had a tattoo on the side of his torso that depicted a lion’s claw having slashed him, exposing his flesh. He deliberately got it to represent his predatory nature secretly. Jennifer noticed it briefly before being asked, “Can I touch your pussy, sweetheart?”
Knowing he holds the key to her athletic future, she complies passively and without protest by spreading her legs wide. “Yes, sir,” she said timidly.
Mr. Rakehell pulled the smooth cloth of her soccer shorts to the side and noticed that she was wearing the same style of underwear she had on the last time they practiced together. He slid them over her genitals and confirmed his previous assumption that Jennifer was hairless. She had a small package that wasn’t an innie or an outie but in between. Using his fingers to open it up and spread it out, he massaged her clit.
Instantaneously, a shy whimper leaked from her lips, and her breathing deepened. She looked down at Rick’s fingers as they were playing with her privates and just stared like a deer in headlights.
Mr. Rakehell kneeled beside her box and began flicking his tongue. He moved away while looking at it spread open with his fingers and said hungrily, “It’s such a tiny little pussy.”
Exhilarated with its beauty, his eyes directed him back in to keep tasting her flesh. Jennifer leaned against the wall, her head tilted upward and her eyes shut. With her wide open on the counter, she bit her lower lip and released gentle moans. Mr. Rakehell continued to perform oral sex, backed up, and began to rub her some more.
“Nobody has ever touched me there but my boyfriend, sir,” she said, watching him massage her lips. He returned to eating her; she tilted back again with a surge of penitent pleasure.
She became confused, her eyes half closed, and her head pointed toward the ceiling. “I don’t know if this is right, sir,” she said reticently while he lapped at her shaved vagina, enjoying its sweet flavor. “Ohhhhh, but it feels so good.” she continued, biting her lip harder and beginning to pant at an accelerated rate.
“Mmmm” Mr. Rakehell exclaimed as he licked around the curves of her hood. Leaning again against the wall, Jennifer put her hand on the back of his head and enjoyed the thorough tongue lashing that her restricted folds were taking.
Even though she’s administered many blow jobs in her short life, Jennifer hasn’t been on the receiving end very often. However, there were a few dates that she’s been on—about eight—when the boy she went out with that night came home with a good taste in his mouth. Whether she would ever admit that or not is another story.
Rick pulls away and starts to finger-fuck his student. “You like it when I touch you like that?” he asked. She moans with her head tilted back and her mouth wide open. “Mmmmm, does that feel good, sweetheart?” “You like that?”
Looking down at him while he fingers her, she replies, “Uh-Huh.”
“This is going to be our secret, right?”
She doesn’t say anything but nods her head up and down and then releases a soft moan.
“You promise you won’t tell anyone?” he asked, looking up into her eyes and fondling her smooth canal.
“I promise,” she said, panting. She looked up toward the ceiling and closed her eyes while squeaking and moaning in pleasure. “Ohhhhhh, yes,” Mr. Rakehell said.
Taking both his hands, he spread her wide open. Leaning forward, he looked into her briefly before backing up and putting his middle finger deep inside her. He moved it in and out slowly before raising it up to her lips and saying, “Taste this. Taste your pussy"
Bewildered, she opened her mouth and let him insert it. She sucked on it like it was a small popsicle.
“Mmmmmm,” Mr. Rakehell moaned. He withdrew it from her mouth, started to finger her once more, and she moaned again.
“Fuck yeah” Rick exclaimed.
Still holding her soccer shorts to the side, he fingered her faster and harder.
“Oh, yeah,” she said as she began panting more quickly.
In a disturbing sight, Jennifer is fully dressed with her wristbands and cleats still on, ready to meet her girlfriends for practice but realizing she’ll be a no-show. Her trainer is nude, having stripped down to his black socks while he fingers her on his kitchen counter. His big, muscular body starkly contrasts Jennifer’s petite size. It makes her look much younger than she is. If one of Mr. Rakehell’s friends happened to walk in, it would not look good.
He returns his finger to her mouth so she can do another taste test. This time, she’s more enthusiastic. It seems all of this manual stimulation is getting her horny, making it harder for her to think clearly as the hormones in her body cloud her mind. Even though what they are doing is being done in an unseemly way, she’s getting off from all of the foreplay they’re having.
“Oh, fuck. That feels so good,” she whimpers.
He sticks his index finger back inside, and restarts poking her at the same pace. At this point, she’s really into it. But thinking about where this is leading, she says, “I can’t believe we’re doing this, sir!”
“Yesss” he exclaimed, before burying his face back into her small space and licking circles over her clit.
Jennifer is now the one pulling her shorts aside so that Mr. Rakehell can have his way with her. “Fuckkk” he said, returning to fingering her again. She was sopping now, and her juices leaked from her tiny, toned body.
Grabbing her other leg, and spreading herself open further, she said, “Yeah, play with my pussy just like that! Oh my God, that feels so good” “Yes, Jenny! Yes” he said. He briefly goes back down on her and eats her sensitive button before finishing his appetizer in the kitchen.
“I think it’s time we go back to my bedroom.” Jennifer let go of her uniform and adjusted herself, then latched on to Mr. Rakehell’s large frame.
“Yes, sir.”
Helping her get off of the kitchen counter, he grabs her hand and holds it, as she follows behind him toward his bedroom.
