Community Involvement Ch. 11

"My face is up here." She pointed upward from the desk, directing my line of sight higher away from her tits.

Blushing slightly, I continued my diatribe concerning the morning meeting with Abby and its outcome. As I related my tale, I could feel the full weight of the emotion and frustration of the last six months welling up in my throat. As I spoke, I repeatedly had to swallow to keep the growing lump in my throat at bay; my eyes even started to mist, which made it all the more difficult to continue without breaking down. I had dropped my gaze to the floor for a long period as I told Clare about my rant and the reaction of the cafe owner and the patrons present and so I had not realised she had moved. Clare, knelt beside me and tenderly encircled my shoulders as I spoke. Gently, she pulled my head to her shoulder as I finished.

"Your in a safe and caring environment now, Ray." She whispered, softly stroking my back. "And guess what...you passed. A high distinction to boot."

I smiled weakly and nodded. I bit my lip but could not stop my body from trembling. The well of my emotions swelled and, despite trying to hold it, I broke into long low sobs. My body ached with the pain of constant employment rejection and my facade of being confident and somewhat care-free fell apart at the sound of her voice and the caress of her hands. For long moments I cried like a baby in her arms. All the while she urged me to let it all out.

Finally, I pulled myself up and apologised profusely. I felt embarrassed and apologised again. Clare reassured me that I had nothing to be sorry or concerned about and that she fully understood. She told me of her experience, albeit one time, of being made redundant from her first school placement as a teacher. She had been at a government school in a remote part of New South Wales which had closed and, being her first job and her first redundancy, and at such a young age, the impact of what happened sent her into a tail spin which she was still coming to grips with, nearly a decade on.

"It sounds a prosaic compared to what you have just told me." She added at the completion of relating her experience.

"I appreciate you empathy. However, that would account for your slut question? You are still trying to find you...who you are and where you fit, etcetera?" I asked quietly, through numerous nasal sniffs.

"Yes...it does I suppose. I had not thought of it like that. It makes sense though." She laughed in a hushed voice. I sighed deeply.

"Thank you. I am still trying to find all that out for myself too." I smiled, still feeling a little self conscious about crying in front of Clare.

I slid to the carpeted floor and walked on my knees across the short distance to Clare. Her long, sensuous body acting like a magnet. We embraced heatedly, pulling our naked bodies as close as possible, our arms wrapped about each other like a pair of boa constrictors.

"Thank you for making me feel safe." I whispered, my lips close to her ear.

"Hmmm....a pleasure." Clare responded, as my penis rose between us. Clare spread her thighs slightly in invitation.

I used my right hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear as I looked deeply into her eyes. They were soft and full of joy and the colour of the midday sky reflected on a sparkling sea.

Somehow, being naked in the office of the head of the music department made the whole situation all that more exciting. Maybe is was the possibility, remote as it was, of being discovered or simply because it was on the grounds of a Catholic High School but there had definitely been a sudden, palpable rise in sexual attraction and the need consumed us both.

My arm dropped to her hip and slowly moved around her leg, brushing lightly against the shaved flesh just above her clit. Clare moaned aloud, indicating her pleasure at the prospect of being touched.

"From all that sexy talk earlier, I know what effect it had on me. What impact did it have on you, I wonder?" I purred out my question and locked her eyes with mine. Without waiting for her reply, I pushed two fingers deep inside her molten womanhood.

"You will have to fuck me...very soon!" Clare whispered.

Her head dropped forward onto my shoulder, her back arched, thrusting her pelvis forward, giving me perfect access to her sweet spot deep inside. Moving my hand in a steady rhythm, I stroked her most sensitive of places up behind her pubic bone, feeling her ribbed channel clamp as I pressed higher, her sex got wetter and wetter as I pummelled her vagina with an urgency usually reserved for rough sex.

Clare breathed in quick, shallow rasps, her cheeks were flushed, and her full, red lips were parted in a snarl of pure ecstasy. A small dribble of saliva escaped from the corner of her mouth as she gasped and grunted with each inward thrust of my delving fingers. She was quick to climb the mountain; she was so close to coming, her whole body was being consumed with her building pleasure. I marvelled at the way her tits swung and clashed together, like a pair of cymbals, as her body visibly quivered and shook.

"Come for me, Clare. Come for me now." I softly commanded. On my command, her body shuddered with an intense orgasm. Her hips bucked forward, impaling itself on my fingers. A soft, low groan escaped her lips.

As it subsided, I gently pulled her onto her feet and guided her to sit on the edge of her desk. She sat, with her thighs spread wide and a distant look on her face, a look of still feeling the deep effects of an intense climax.

"Again, my gorgeous lady?" I asked in a sort of demanding way and kissed her mouth passionately. "Come again, as you sit here on your desk. I want you to come all over me."

I kissed my way down her body, attacking each of her teats and then her belly button, until I was knelling at her feet. Clare's thighs were spread wide to greet me and I could not stop myself; I simply slid three fingers deep inside her. Her walls quivered and gave way as I massaged her G-spot vigorously, pumping my hand firmly up into her crotch and mashing her clitoris against my knuckles.

"I want you to come all over me." I reiterated.

"I am not sure...oh fuck that feels good..." She breathed, panting heavily through her words. "I am not sure what you mean...but keep that up and I will come for sure..."

Clutching Clare's thigh gently with my left hand, I used my three middle-most fingers of my right hand to spear into her blood engorged folds and I swirled my tongue up and down and all around her inviting private parts. I withdrew my fingers momentarily as I lashed her pussy, flat and hard with my tongue, starting from her winking anus and sliding, as slowly as I could manage, up onto her clitoris. Her thighs trembled and parted wider, welcoming me as I continued to explore her inner wetness.

"Argghhhhh........," she moaned as I snaked my tongue into her folds. "Oh...my...God...YESSS," Clare hissed.

With her loud cry I reinserted my fingers, each inward thrust was greeted with a long, low, grunt. Clare's hips involuntarily rose to accept them, and with each withdrawal her come filled pussy oozed the pungent mixture of her womanly secretions and the thick load of male sperm I had deposited earlier. The taste was sweet yet tangy, all at the same time, but the heady flavour only served to spur me on, as I buried my face into her crotch. I was a man on a secret mission; to give her an orgasm she would remember for a long time.

Her whole body trembled as I repeatedly stabbed my tongue tip onto her sensitive clit to coincide with the withdrawal of my pounding fingers. Clare's breathing had become more pronounced; harder and heavier. I drove my three fingers, palm upward, deep into her body, and curled them around when I felt her pubic bone. I knew when I had found her G-Spot, and started a remorseless attack on it as well as her clit. She was moaning in ecstasy. The louder she moaned, the faster I flicked my tongue on her clitoral hood, and the more firmly I pounded into her with my fingers.

Her incoherent moans gave way to a raft of expletives, coupled with numerous violent convulsions along the entirety on her body. Her hips and thighs were the most effected at this stage and her stomach heaved in concert with her ragged breathing and with each wave of the building climax that coursed through her quaking torso. All the while the volume of her verbal utterances increased immensely. My fingers pushed up inside her pussy, hitting her G-spot time and time again.

Suddenly her eyes flashed wide as she reached the brink of yet another climax, but one unlike any other. Her whole torso quaked and heaved, like she was about to physically explode. Her grip on the edge of her desk increased severely, her knuckles white under the strain and the room filed with the sound her primal screams.

"Ohhhhhhh, fuck... Ray!" she screamed at the end of another string of expletive ridden utterances as her whole being contorted.

I pushed my fingers deep one last time and curled them. That did it, she exploded. Clare bucked wildly, her knees rose and the upper thighs closed off any further access to me. I pulled free of her body but tried as best I could to keep intimately close as she gushed in a wild, jet propelled orgasm. A hot wet splash on my face was quickly followed by a second torrent, and then a third long stream and finally a small dribble. My face and hair, her thighs and her pussy, were covered with her delicious nectar. Clare screamed in ecstasy as she spasmed violently, her whole body jumped about on her desk with the intensity of her orgasm for what seemed like ages. Her head rolled from side to side as her body shook uncontrollably. Her beautiful arse bounced on her desk as her hips continued to buck, the frequency slowly subsiding, until finally she went limp.

"Oh my God," I thought, "I did it. I was not sure if she would squirt at all...but like that, wow!"

I delicately moved my mouth to her breast and nipped at it gently with my lips, eliciting a moan from her as her head rolled to look at me, her long brown hair dishevelled. I rolled the hard nub gently between my teeth, which made her wince in pain.

"Please, no Ray." She panted. "Too sensitive..." She trailed off as her body still trembled.

I thought she was too far gone to move, but after a minute of recuperation, Clare came to lifes. Without any warning, she gathered what little of her reserves she was able to and laid me on her desk. She climbed on top and straddled my cock, letting her body slide down on my meaty shaft. I could tell she felt every centimetre as, bit by bit, she slid it into her literally dripping pussy.

"Ohhh, fuckkkkk..." She cried aloud as she bounced, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck..."

Clare screamed to the ceiling as she rode me hard and rough. Her body again erupted into wild spasms as her clear watery cum started to gush from her body yet again. She pushed her whole crotch hard onto mine, as if trying to stem the flow. At the peak, her body lurched free of my cock as the hot fluid jetted out of her body and ran all down her thighs and over my hips, warming my balls.

Clare collapsed, her body pressed onto mine, pining me to her desk as her torso shook and convulsed. I caressed her tenderly for a moment and then slowly, I extricated myself from beneath her and climbed off her desk. Gently, I managed to turn her unto her back once more. Her long legs limply hung over the edge of her desk and her chest rose and fell heavily as she gulped for air.

My need had grown to a point where I had to fuck her; I just had to have her and fill her with my own come. I lifted her legs and held them by wrapping my arms under her knees. Her arse was on the edge of her desk, which gave me easy access to her sex.

"Nngghhhhh," was all she could muster; her head rolled from side to side. Her second gushing orgasm was still having an impact on her body but her hips bucked toward me, her pussy seemed to be eating my cock as I pushed it in.

Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, as I push myself fully inside her trembling body and pounded her hard, each deep thrust filling her more and more. She reached down and placed her hand on my lower abdomen, trying to slow my movements. I could not comply, seeing her climax and squirt numerous times was all too much. My cock hurt from being rock hard for a long time and I needed her badly. I spread her legs wide, her knees bent and her feet in the air and I salaciously admired the sight of her smooth shaved pussy with it's swollen deep pink lips and her swollen clit. I could also see clearly the her inner lips as they gripped me, trying to keep me lodged inside as I pulled back. Her whole mound glistened with beads of her hot fluid as it continued dripping out and over her pinkness.

"Fuck me Ray, fuck me hard!" she cried, removing her hand and grabbing hold her sensitive breasts to stop them from wobbling too much.

I do not know why, but upon hearing her plea, I had an urge, a wild notion and quickly I withdrew and masturbated my cock head against her clit which made her grunt even louder. I repeated the firm strokes over and over, parting her outer lips with the thick purple head and then mashed her clit with it. Her whole body lurched and humped with my every movement, with every contact my broad cock-head made along her soaking cleft.

"Oh...... fuck." She groaned as her hips involuntarily humped forward seeking my invader. "Are you going to use that thing to fuck me or just come all over my stomach?"

"Which do you you want?" I asked and slapped her pussy hard with my meat.

"Please, Ray....... need you............ in me." She begged.

I stood up and ploughed in. With my cock buried deep inside this gorgeous teacher, her juices dripping from my face and hair, I moved forward and with one fast thrust of my rock hard cock, I entered her fully, spearing myself ball deep into her hot molten womanhood. She felt so warm and inviting as I slid inside, but once fully in, her walls tightly closed around my shaft. With the artful movements of a dancer, she started to rock her hips with subtly movements and rotations, milking my cock, as she lay on her desk. Clare smiled wantonly and repositioned her legs and placed her ankles around my neck as I pushed deeply into her, thrusting hard in and out, slapping my body firmly against hers.

Like our first coupling, a few short weeks before, this was definitely consensual sex, however, it was not slow nor sensual. I was a man driven wild by this woman and the way she had climaxed numerous times, gushing and squirting her essence all over me. Now it was my turn to move toward orgasm and I was not going to spare her pussy until I reached my goal, as selfish as that may sound, but nor was Clare wanting me to spare her.

"Fuck me..." she called repeatedly. "Use my body and come deep inside me." Her urgings were close to overpowering.

To last a little longer, I alternated between fast and slow moments; three fast body slapping thrusts after which I eased back and left just the head of penis spreading her clutching channel open and then slowly slid back in fully and pulled back. It took all my concentration to do so but the reward was well worth it as it made my beautiful companion continually squirm and shudder. Without warning, she closed her eyes tight and arched her back and exploded again and again, one orgasm barely ending before another began. Her whole birth canal pulsated as her vocalisation increased with the beginning of each climax. I could not believe how much fluid she expended each time she peaked.

"How does her body make so much of that special fluid?" I quickly wondered to myself. "More research needed."

Teasingly, I pulled my cock wholly away from her gripping pussy and slapped it against her clitoral hood. She grunted loud, the guttural sounds coming from deep in her throat.

"No..., fuck me, Ray." She growled. "Put your cock in me and fuck my fucking brains out...now!"

Before I submitted to her stern command I quickly knelt down and spread her legs wider and drove my mouth fully onto her humping mound and drank deeply of her flooding nectar. I darted my tongue deeply in and out of her a number times and then slowly dragged it, flat and hard, up through her swollen labia and finished off with a hard press across her sensitive clitoris. Clare bucked and tossed her hips and grabbed the edge of her desk; she was building to another squirming climax. Beneath my probing tongue she gyrated and convulsed, her entire body an orgasmic trigger. With one last lap of her pussy she screamed again as another shattering orgasm took her body to the brink and threw it over and, like before, her jettisoned fluids drenched my face and hair. I did not care; the gloriously tangy taste was only surpassed by the sheer amazing spectacle of Clare having multiple, gushing orgasms.

I rose to my feet and looked along her long, glorious body. Clare half opened her eyes and smiled.

"Ray," She attempted to ask in a much softer, breathless tone, she was barely able to speak after gasping for as much air as she could get in-between her body raking upheavals. "Please, I need you inside me...fuck me...make love to me with that gorgeous thick cock...fill me up with it and your come?"

Her legs wrapped about my waist like the tentacles of The Kraken. Thankfully this Kraken was a friendly one and the part of me it was devouring I gave to its slick, welcoming jaws, gladly. Clare bit her lip and moaned as her pussy opened wider to receive my thickness. I pushed firmly forward and slid fully inside her. I held still for a moment to get my feet closer to the desk and then, without any preliminary build up, I started to pound her trembling body. I pulled all the way back and thrusted deeply, over and over again as my balls wetly slapped against her bottom. I used her hips as a lever and squeezed them as I pushed myself hard into her body, trying for all I was worth to push more and more of myself into her body. At this stage, and upon hearing her use the term 'make love to me', I would have gladly buried my the whole of myself inside her, as long as it was gave her the deep pleasure she was seeking.

It did not take long for the first tremors of my own climax to surface. My eyes found hers as she also could sense I was close. I locked onto her dreamy blue eyes, her slender fingers and her bright red fingernails caressed my forearms, gently urging me toward my ultimate goal. She stroked my arm and told me to fill her with my come, not to hold anything back, to let it all shoot deep inside her body. My senses reeled, each moment produced an exquisite feeling deep in the pit of stomach. Her hips were trembling, her moans echoed around her office as I looked down between our joined bodies and watched, mesmerised, as my cock disappeared deep inside her. It was only out of sheer bloody mindedness that I did not loose control as my cock entered her with one long, slow, hard stroke after the other. I ploughed myself, deliberately holding a pace at first, but as the intensity increased, I gradually pushed faster and faster. My breathing became heavier and quicker, my legs began to twitch and her ragged breathing echoed mine. I was sweating profusely while my heart pounded out a desperate beat; a rhythm that grew with my need to ejaculate. I glanced at the beautiful woman before me; a woman who had begged, had urged me ever closer to the brink. I could see her breasts jump in time with each of my powerful strokes, her hard nipples pointing to the sky.

"Arrgghhhhh, Clare..." I managed through a tight jaw. "I am so close..."

My buttocks clenched and my body shook. Clare's face took on an even sterner look of concentration as she tightened her legs around me and she rocked her hips; she wanted to drive me closer and closer to a beautiful ending. It felt magical, surreal. Each inward thrust was greeted with a guttural grunt from deep inside her throat. Finally, mercifully in fact, I felt myself pass the threshold of inevitability, and knew that I was about to spill my all into her body. She sensed it as well and felt it, as my balls tightened and my shaft swelled and the rapidity of my thrusting stroke went way past rhythmic. I became a wild man, grunting ruthlessly, pushing every last millimetre of my cock into her greedy pussy. I gritted my teeth, and my head lolled back as my back arched forward. But as the first wave hit, my shoulders bucked forward, my head rocked forward as well in response and I tried to fix my eyes on Clare so I could watch this beautiful woman closely as I unloaded myself completely; finally releasing my pent up need in a fabulous climax.