Part two: The Female Reproductive System


EPOV

She looked so fucking erotic, lying on her back on my desk with her legs spread so that I could see her soaking, swollen pussy covered by those ebony panties. I was instantly hard again, my cock throbbing in the confines of my pants.

"Now it's time for you to properly learn the female system," I growled, ripping those lacey black panties from her body, exposing her to me. A low moan slipped past her lips, the sound going straight to my cock.

I backed away from her, wanting to see her squirm. She still wore her shirt, but her lower body was completely bare. The flip-flops that she had been wearing had slipped off her feet and fell to the floor.

This was twisted.

I was her biology teacher. I wasn't a teenager any more. I was a twenty-nine year old man, well past the massive doses of hormones that adolescence brought. I was nearly thirty. But my cock was harder than it had ever been when I was a teen. It throbbed with my erratic heartbeat as I watched her, my sac tensing slightly as I watched the thick juices leaking from her cunt. The delicious place between her legs glistened in the strong light coming from the window that led out to the school parking lot.

I breathed in deeply, trying to regain control of myself. But that made it worse. I could smell her arousal, a musky scent that permeated the air, an exotic fragrance.

She was positioned on my desk so that both her hips and her feet were perched on the edge of the polished wood, her heels pressing into her thighs. She lay back against the desk. Papers littered the floor and my pens were also scattered over the tiles. She had accidentally knocked them off when I pushed her onto the desktop.

I watched as her eyes fluttered open, trying to focus on me. Her chest was heaving and I was slightly upset that I couldn't see her breasts. The thought of feeling her bosom fit into the palms of my hands had been a fantasy I had long entertained. Just last week I had thought about how it would feel to tit fuck her. To rub my hard dick gently along the rise and fall of her sweet breasts.

Stepping towards her, I yanked her shirt over her head. She gasped in shock but I didn't pause. Then I pulled the straps of her bra down her shoulders and reached behind her to unhook it. She arched, allowing me easier access.

Sweet Jesus, I had never imagined them to be this perfect.

When her polka-dot bra was lying on the ground, my eyes locked onto her breasts. They were pale white, dark pink where the nipples budded. The tips of those two glorious mounds were erect and pebble-like, pointing towards the ceiling as if they wanted everyone to look upon them.

My breathing grew shallower. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to fuck the complete shit out of her, to press her into the desk while I attacked her core with my dick. But I had a lesson to finish. And once I began a lesson, I always finished it.

"Miss Bella Swan," I said slowly, tracing the underside of her breasts with my fingertip. "How do you find my instruction so far? Are you enjoying the lesson?"

I pinched her nipple and twisted it slightly, just enough to send a spark of pleasure into her. Her mouth parted in a deep moan, her back arching. She nodded, unable to speak.

"How much have you learned so far?"

"A…lot," she breathed.

Bella was now completely naked and writhing on my desk. My cock wasn't in my pants any more. Although my trousers were still covering some of my legs, my dick wasn't concealed in the least. As I moved beside her, she looked down at it and I felt something inside me snap.

I spread her legs roughly with my hands and began my attack of her pussy. I bit on her folds, encouraged by the delicious moans leaking from her lips.

"Do you know what these are called?" I asked, tapping one of her outer folds with my finger. When I spoke, air blew over her glistening sex. She gasped quietly, her hips angling up towards me.

"Oh God, Edward," she moaned.

I froze. It was the first time she'd ever called me by my first name. It was erotic and twisted all at the same time. I suddenly had the feeling that I shouldn't be doing this, that I should thrust her clothes back at her and push her back out my door. It wasn't right. She was a minor and I was a fully grown man.

"Labia," she managed. I remembered that this was the question she had answered in class.

Reaching up to take her hand in mine, I pulled her fingers down to her cunt. I guided her fingers over her own sex, teasing her. I placed her index finger over the small nub above her entrance.

"What is this?" I asked. My voice was gruff with desire, low with need.

"My clitoris."

I nearly came right then. Instead of referring things as if they were simply on a diagram, she had said "my" clitoris. For some inexplicable reason, this turned me on more than ever before.

Closing my eyes, I struggled to regain my composure once again. Bella was going to kill me someday. She was enough to make any man spontaneously combust.

"Very good," I said approvingly. The juices from her pussy began to arrive in larger quantities. I could see that she was leaking onto my desk, her clear-whitish liquid dripping onto the polished wood. Her fingers were wet up to the knuckle and I released her hand. "Show me the urethra."

Unguided, her fingers struggled to find the said place. Seeing her fondle herself was making me increasingly hornier. I was afraid I was going to cum soon. Her long, pale fingers slipped inside her entrance accidentally and she bucked her hips up into her hand, biting her lip hard, trying to hinder the groan that escaped her throat.

"You're being a very naughty girl, Isabella," I chided, experimenting with her full name. "I never told you to show me your vagina. I said the urethra."

Quickly, she put her finger over the place that I had demanded. For lack of a better word, it was the piss hole. I was quickly running out of things for Bella to show me. But it wasn't over yet.

"Much better. Now you may show me your vagina."

Her eyes were wide, the dark chocolate orbs nearly causing me to drown in their emotion. Her eyes were clouded over with desire, hazy with need. Ever so slowly, her index finger found its way to her entrance and slipped inside. This time I couldn't resist groaning. My right hand found its way to my cock, stroking it as I watched her. My fingers were still slick from her juices, but not stopping the rough friction that my hand created.

"Pump yourself," I ordered. "Show me what you want my cock to do. Show me."

Her hand was slow at first, teasingly slow and gentle. But then her pace increased and she began panting hard for breath, her hips bucking up into her hand. Bella quickly put two fingers inside her instead of the simple one digit.

"Oh fuck!" she cried out, pumping herself so fast that I knew she was nearing her climax.

I was fairly certain she was a virgin. I didn't want to break her innocence though. Well, that wasn't true. Of course I wanted to take her virginity, of course I wanted to fuck her senseless, but I didn't want to hurt her. I knew there would be blood – there always was, at least a little – and I knew it would cause her pain. So this was the substitute for what I really wanted. My hand squeezed my own engorged penis, jacking off while I watched Bella masturbate. This was sick, kinky, but exactly what I needed. I could see the slight veins in my member, the skin pulsing slightly as a bud of pre-cum appeared onto the bulbous tip.

I began pulling at my dick, watching her fingers speed up, slipping into her wet heat. I imagined what my cock would feel like in the tightness of her pussy. What it would feel like to have her wetness around me as I filled her.

"Be quiet," I said hoarsely, nearing my climax. If we were caught, this would end in disaster.

Her cry of ecstasy was muffled, as if she was biting hard on her lip. I quickly stood up and stood over the wastebasket beside my desk, not slowing my hands. My pleasure was multiplying inside of me, quadrupling so fast that I could barely breathe. It scorched through my body, igniting my skin and everything inside me. With a deep shuddering groan, I released, my semen emptying into the wastebasket in erratic spurts. My legs shook slightly as they struggled to withstand my weight.

As soon as I was finished, I leaned forward with my hands pressing against the edge of the desk. I was still for a long time, trying to control myself once again. My penis had softened, no longer screaming at me, and I collapsed back into my chair.

Bella gasped quietly on the desk, her breathing slowing. She sat up weakly and moved to stand up off the desk, but I wasn't finished with her yet.

"Not yet," I said, pushing her back onto the wooden surface. "I'm not done with you yet, Miss Swan."

"W-w-what are you going to do?" she stuttered. She seemed so childlike then, so innocent, that I instantly sickened myself. What was I doing to her? But then she wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me into her.

I groaned. My soft cock was pressing against her still wet core. I instantly felt myself start to harden.

"Fuck," I hissed, pulling away. I unlocked her legs around from her and decided what I was going to do. "I'm going to eat you out, Bella. You know what that means, don't you?"

She nodded, her eyes widening as she let her head fall back. I smirked, satisfied by her reaction. I was still clueless as to how much of a virgin she was, but judging by how much skill she'd had in sucking me off I knew that she wasn't completely ignorant. It made me furious to think about teenage boys tasting her cunt, sucking her pussy like I was going to. What did they know about sex? Nothing, that's what. I was going to fucking show her what it was like to be eaten out. I'd had fucked numerous women in my past obviously. I hadn't been a virgin in college and I certainly wasn't one coming out of it, so I knew how to pleasure a woman.

I pulled my chair to my desk where she lay. Placing my fingers on her clit, I pulled her open to see that her ministrations earlier had reddened the skin there. I heard her quiet intake of air as I paused. Then I leaned forward and quickly licked up a drop of liquid that lingered. A soft moan met my ears, her hips lifting towards me.

"Patience, Bella," I admonished, "is a virtue. Obviously one that you don't possess."

Then I dipped my tongue into her entrance just enough to where she gasped and groaned. Then I pulled back out. Shit, I was going to tease her as much as I wanted.

"Please," she breathed.

I ran the tip of my tongue over her folds and tasted her tantalizing flesh. The forbidden fruit of her arousal. She was begging me now, her voice little more than a gasp for pleasure, a plea for satisfaction. But I persisted in my slow exploration of her cunt. For right now, she was mine to do with as I pleased.

"Damn it, fuck me," she demanded, arching against the desk. Her voice was frustrated and I knew that all the built up pleasure would be like torture to her right now.

I felt that something snap inside me once again and I couldn't help the way I cupped her ass with my hands and sucked hard on her pussy. Plunging my tongue as deeply into her as I could, I kneaded her ass cheeks with my hands. A loud groan surrounded us and I was silently thankful she hadn't screamed. But, fuck, I wanted to hear her scream. I wanted to hear her scream as I fucked her, as my tongue plundered her core, almost popping her cherry from my enthusiasm.

I fucked her with my tongue, giving her no mercy. Her hands frantically searched for something to hold onto before they settled on my hair. Her fingers knotted tightly in my hair, holding my face to her.

"Oh God," she gasped, arching. "Oh FUCK!" I reached up and covered her mouth with my hand, muffling her scream as she orgasmed.

I didn't know what was going to happen after today, or how I was going to endure tomorrow, but I couldn't think about that right now. The only thing that was important was pleasuring her, making her climax because of my mouth. I licked up every bit of excess liquid that she offered me, enjoying the honey-sweet taste of her pussy.

If I went to jail for this then I would go happily. Nothing could compare with fucking Bella, even if it was only with my tongue.


Well, I obviously went to the wrong school. Why couldn't Edward be my biology teacher? *pouts* The sad thing is, when my biology class finally got the section of reproduction, my teacher was like "let's go on to the next chapter, okay?" He refused to talk about anything sexual. AT ALL. I'm serious. Even when we were talking about sexual reproduction in plants, he blushed. I felt kinda sorry for him, but it was pretty funny.

Damn it, why wasn't Edward my biology teacher? He could have given me some private lessons. *winks*

-Oriana