Tiger Tiger Burning Bright

This was already a night to remember, and he was so turned on, but he also felt so worn out. His eyes were drifting closed even as he checked her right little body out as she left the room. All he had to do was wait for her. She didn't say he had to keep his eyes open.

He is walking with a beautiful woman he realizes is Sandi. She is dressed in a simple but elegant skirt suit, more bright tan than serious beige. They are downtown on a busy sidewalk, heading toward the lawyer's office he visited today. He knows it is Sandi even though her hair was a different style and she seemed somehow...altered.

He doesn't hear all the words, but knew the intent. Four young punks lean against the building, smirking and sniggering at the two of them, but mainly leering at the beautiful blond he is with. The one who called out to her grabs at his crotch.

Steve puts a protective hand on her back to guide her past them. He sees a flash of her tattoo and his claws. Feels the beast inside him.

Mr. Crotch was takes a step forward, looking like he has more to say. Steve spins toward him with a snarl, baring his teeth. He could feel the hair on his nape raise. "You say something, Punk?"

It - his voice, a force, he's not sure - comes out of him like a shock wave. Crotch takes two steps back and his back was against the granite building. Steve had always been one to slip and dodge through confrontation. Just now, his voice had a deep, gravelly menace that scared him.

His arms rose wide, making himself appear bigger. The hairs are all raised. "Any of you assholes got anything to say to the lady?"

There are four of them, but they shrink back from this unexpected fury. Though it doesn't seem strange at the time, the busy street is suddenly empty of everyone but the Boy, the Girl, and the punks.

"Ok, then." His voice is low, but clear. Dripping with menace. Was he growling? "I suggest you shits get the fuck out of here. And next time little dickwad here thinks about opening his trap to a lady, before he gets you all in an unpleasant situation, I'd suggest you shut it for him."

They seem to literally shrink. Then they slink around the corner like chastised puppies.

He hurries her into the deserted lobby of the building. The reception desk sits empty. He is on alert, taking her by the elbow into the elevator, waiting for the door to seal before he relaxes, releasing her. Then she grabs him, hugging close and crying, his hands wrapping around her. Another flash of snarling teeth as he touches her back. He sniffs the air like a wolf might and then her hair and neck. Somehow he knows she feels a surge run through her body. He is vaguely aware he is erect and hard against her.

The elevator dings open and he pulls her into an empty room across from the doors. There is no one in the halls. She is shaking. He wraps her in his arms again. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. What about you?"

He pulls away, snarling, "Asshole punks, first sign of trouble and they run. God, it felt so fucking powerful to see them wilt in front of me!"

She leaned back into him, one hand on his chest. "I know. I've never seen anything like that. You were amazing, kinda scary but amazing." She looked up at him.

"Thank you, you're my hero. You're lip is bleeding." He has no idea why he might be bleeding but none of this made sense and that seemed okay. Maybe he'd bit his own lip.

On impulse she leans in and kisses it, one hand on his cheek to steady herself, like kissing a booboo better. Then licks it, a tiny but almost lingering flick with the tip of her tongue. Tasting his blood. Savoring the drop she carries back between her lips. He knows that's not normal for her. But none of this is.

He growls, then he pushes her back with each hand gripping a bicep. "What is that smell?"

He sniffs the air, and she can see he has the same look in his eye as he had when he turned to her after chasing off the punks, when he held her in the elevator, when she'd felt him,so swollen, against her in the elevator. A literal rager.

He seemed totally unaware he was pressing it against her again now, he was so focused on the scent.

He grabs a handful of her hair - it's longer and hanging down now - and pulls it to his face, inhaling deeply. He breathed in through his mouth and nose, as though tasting it too, extracting all the pheremonal information he could.

His nose presses under her ear, pushing her head back slightly. He sniffs more intently, measured, mouth closed, his nose nuzzled closer until she felt it brush her skin. She lifts her chin with a gasp and pressed against him, surprised by the intimate invasion and her response.

He drags his sniffing down her neck and her head tilts back further, giving in to him. A tendon ran down the side of her neck, from her ear to her shoulder. As she exposes her throat, the tendon bulges outward under his lips. Something broke loose.

It doesn't matter whether his lips found the side of her neck, or her smooth skin, slightly sweaty now because of fear and adrenaline, pressed outward by the stretched tendon, found his lips. Either way, they both groan. They both press themselves together as his teeth find her exposed neck.

He doesn't bite or nip at her. He claims her, tastes her, his teeth wide open and pushed into her flesh, indenting it, where they both feel the threat that if those teeth did choose to bite, they would clamp down on a deep part of her neck, not on but near her throat and major arteries.

He is so intent on her intoxicating scent he almost doesn't catch her when her knees buckle. His hands drop to her hips as she slumps, his leg riding up between hers, her unsupported upper body falling back.

He makes the impact into the wall behind her a controlled landing. His weight leaning into her, his hands cupping her ass cheeks tightly to keep her from falling further. With a grunt, he hauls her up the wall and gets his feet under him. This forces her legs outward and there is no hiding his hardness dragging across her hip to her center, still pinning her against the wall.

He buries his face in her hair and neck again as she clung to the back of his head, her chin straining up and back, her legs and belly open to him, pinned to the wall. His breath is warm and wet, ragged and penetrating on her skin. He leaves no space between them from their thighs to their loins, stomach, chest. He can feel her responding to this closeness as her hips start to grind back against him.

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He must have dosed off. It was dark, but he could still make out the blonde kneeling down next to him on the couch, her hair falling forward as she leaned toward him. He felt foggy headed from lack of sleep, the ale, the pot, and all the whirlwind of events. Even in the half light he could see she'd put on twins to the cheerleader skirt and top her daughter had worn out earlier.

She was trying to be silent, so he kept still. She peeled the light blanket off him. Her heard a tiny gasp when she saw the result of the crazy dream before he felt her take his very hard cock in her hand, followed by a tickle of blond hair on his belly before she turned the swelling head into a lollipop. He could make out little more than her silhouette, the skirt riding high on her legs, her ass now higher than her head, short socks rising above her white sneakers. Her hair and the light hid her mouth and hand.

Her tongue flicked over his head and her lips sucked the tip but no more, his hips starting to thrust as they wanted to explore further again into her mouth. He reached out to her. One hand slipped between her knees, slid upward. One finger found her wetness, circled. She had wrapped one hand around shaft. Her lips and tongue worked on the head as though trying to find the special center inside the sweet candy shell.

"That's it, Little Girl. Take as much in as you can. Good girl, make it good and slippery." If she was going to play the cheerleader, he was going to play his part.

She moaned at his words, sending vibrations along his spine. Two fingers slipped part way inside her, felt her squeeze tightly in response. As tight as she felt, she was as slippery inside as he was hard.

Slurping sounds reached him along with the wet, wonderful sensation of her pumping fingers transferring more of her saliva down over his shaft. She rose up and stepped over him, kneeling above him, her back facing him. He pictured the tattoo under her thick white top. He thought he could make out the lowest part where her cheerleader top separated from her skirt. She guided his cock head to her wet slit, running the head along it, the tip barely inside.

He brought his hands up under her pleated skirt, gripping her hips to pull her down on him, to impale her, to push into her as he'd pictured when his hands became the tiger's claws. His hands sank into the soft flesh above her hips.

"What the fucking hell are you doing?" cried a male voice from the hall entry. She froze above him as Steve's hands realized Sandi had not had that much flesh on her hips.

An angry female then voice cut in as Sandi stepped into the room from the kitchen. She was wearing her cheerleader outfit, matching her daughter's perfectly, her daughter whose hips were held in Steve's hands, about to be impaled on his cock.

But she confronted the newcomer, not the twosome. "What the fuck are you doing in my house? And if you've gotta ask what the fuck they're doing, you've got a lot to earn, young man."

Jaz laughed nervously from above Steve and beneath her blonde mom wig. Sandi turned to them. "And you, young lady, you've got a lot to learn too. Stay right here. I'm going to take Johnnie here and teach him a few lessons."

Johnnie was still standing slack jawed when she grabbed him by the arm and led him down the hall. "Jessica, Steve is in charge of your lesson."

The two disappeared upstairs and he was letting the last few moments seconds sink in when he felt soft hips move under his hands, slippery lips slide over him. Her voice was almost to low to hear, whispered and facing away. "Will you teach me a lesson? I've been bad."

She had been bad. Twice in one day. Fooling me by the door and then sneaking in here like this. This was a fantasy come true. Marta had liked playing the teacher. And she'd know he would

"You have been bad, little Coyote." He felt her stiffen at that name. He used the language her mother, her primary authority figure. Almost as tiny as her mother, Steve was easily able to lift her and flip them both over.

He didn't want to hurt her, so he let his head and shaft slide along her slit as they turned. His hands never left her hips, the pleated skirt pushed up on both sides. She landed on all fours on the couch as he eased her down.

She pulled away from his grasp and twisted. She ended up on her back, legs spread with his weight on her, the hard, wide cylinder of his shaft just above his balls pressing her open, much more of him inside of her - without penetration - than the tip she had been teasing when they were 'discovered'.

He held her there, trapped and vulnerable. The light was better looking this way and he could see her face beneath him.

"Here's what we're going to do.

"First, you're going to apologize and take responsibility for what you've done.

"Second, if I accept your apology, we'll kiss and make up.

"Third, we will decide on your punishment."

He enjoyed watching the expression change on her face, serious brows suddenly arching and then clinging together in worry. As he spoke he moved his hips ever so slightly up and down, pushing her open with his root.

He reached up with one hand and slid off her wig, already askew. Pink bang fell onto her face as her shiny black hair was revealed.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"That's the tertiary question. And one you'll help me answer, soon. Lets start with the first."

She was lost, stunned, so he continued. "First, apologize and take responsibility for what you did, little Coyote."

The nick name seemed to bring her focus back. "I tricked you. Twice, with the wig."

"And?"

"And I apologize for it."

"Is that all?"

"All I did or all I'm sorry?"

"I think you just answered your own question. Let's hear all you did, then we can discuss your apology itself. And remember that this effects parts two and three going forward."

She whined, caught. Her unsure teenager snarl came back, "Jeebus Crisco, you know you're almost fucking me with that thing?" She groaned as he slid his wet length up over her clit, wiggling gently side to side across it. She raised her hips to protect that sensitive spot and he dropped his lower. He slid past her opening until he felt her round cheeks squeezing either side of his shaft. His hips pulled back enough to slide back up. She froze.

He pushed the neglected head against her, amazed at how readily it popped into place to part her wet lips. He braced himself for a thrust. His hips reared back and started to buck forward hard. Then stopped. Her eyes went wide. He let the tip slip onto her belly again, pressing into her with only the root, the underside of his thickness. "No, that's almost fucking."

She was breathing heavily. "So what's this punishment, anyhow? I thought I was supposed to be getting a lesson."

"I said we'll decide on your punishment. Do you have any requests, something that will be sure to teach you a lesson?"

She whined again. "This isn't the way it was suppose to happen! You're supposed to teach me, not spank me or something."

This was making sense. Steve leaned back and really looked at her. "How else have you tried to trick me? How was it supposed to happen? What was the plan, little girl?"

She knew she was caught. Steve wondered if Johnnie Boy was enjoying his lesson, or if he would figure out he'd been set up. Jessica truly looked panicked now. He relented.

"I'm not going to make you rat out your mom." She looked so relieved he laughed. "Though you might want to work on your poker face."

He lowered his head, close to hers. "Tell your teacher: what kind of lessons were you looking for?"

She squealed like a kid who forgot today was Christmas, wrapped her arms around him and gave him a smack on the lips. Their eyes met briefly and they kissed again, making up for the missed step, catching up their mouths to where other parts had already advanced.

"Everything." She blurted during a breath, breaking apart from him for an instant. "Show me it all. I don't wanna look stupid. I wanna be good."

He smiled. This was going to be fun. "I'll help you. But we can't cover everything in one night. "

She nodded.

He began. "Let's start with the basics, how to not look stupid and be good. Or good at being bad."

She giggled, and kissed him again, more thoroughly. After starting off under false pretenses and quickly sliding past shortstop territory, she was enjoying backing up a couple bases. Though first base kisses don't involve what their other, lower parts were still doing, sliding naked against each other.

"It's all about giving and receiving, and enjoying what gives your partner pleasure. I'll show you how to give me more pleasure, and how to get more. But I need to take care of a couple things that have been on my mind. First let's get this top off you."

She pulled it up and over her head. He could clearly see her nipples poking through the light bra underneath. It followed. Her breasts were definitely larger than her moms but could only be called large in proportion to her undersized frame. Her nipples were light pink and crinkled up tight. He drank the sight of her in and said," Beautiful. Beautiful eyes, beautiful breasts, beautiful girl."

And she was. She wiggled at the attention and the compliment.

He increased his movement against her. She could feel the ridge under his head, then the entire length of the belly of his cock down to his balls, now slick with her juices, slide over her clit. Up then down.

The ridge bounced back down over and slipped between her lips. He pushed until he felt the whole head inside her. She gasped but her eyes stayed locked on his as he scanned down her hungrily. His gaze traveled down past her parted panting swollen lips showing her small white teeth, over the pulse in her lovely neck could almost taste, to where he could see her lower lips held open and ready.

Almost spellbound by the sight of himself disappearing inside her, he slowly and lingeringly eased and teased his way into her, both of them slippery and very ready now. He gradually became aware she was making a noise, so quiet he could not make it out at first.

He likely may have been able to continue all the way in to the root, burying his entire length and girth in her. A part of him recently awakened wanted to try.

Instead he slowly withdrew. Her soft whine pitched lower. He gently used the back of his hand to push her pink bang back from her face then stroke down her cheek. She smiled and leaned into his caress and he slid back into her, not stopping until her groan became a gasp as she felt filled, opened, stuffed. He buried his pelvic bone against hers, held her there, impaled.

"Is this almost fucking?" She couldn't resist asking. The strain was evident in her voice.

"Almost. It could end up there without warning at this point. We have the mass; we have the volume," he flexed inside her, "but not the intensity, which may be indicated by an increase in velocity, and/or amplitude."

"You're almost making this unsexy." She kissed at his neck almost urgently. "Don't you know cheerleaders don't like science class? Shut the physics up and teach me."

"All right." He agreed. She pouted openly when Steve pulled out of her and stood up. "Let's pick up where you started."

He stood facing her, holding his cock. It was shiny with her juices. "When I woke up, you had my cock in your mouth. Or at least part of it. That's where we'll begin."

He gestured for her to approach with one crooked finger. Jaz brushed the pink bangs from her face and sat up. She tucked her feet underneath and sat on her heals, leaving her inches from Steve's erection jutting up and out toward her mouth.

She lifted her big blue eyes to him. Steve stroked the pink hair away from her face this time, then kept his hand at the side of her head. He smiled slightly down at her. "Go ahead, little girl. Show me what you can do."

He watched her wrap her hands around his shaft and lower her mouth to the tip. Steve at 25 preferred older women. Definitely. And he had unfinished business with a very hot MILF somewhere in this house. But if that hottie wanted him to teach her little girl something, who was he to object?

Jessica bobbed his head in and out of her mouth rapidly. She held him a grip just below the sensitive ridge so that her lips would hit her hand before more than the head was in her mouth. He smiled and stroked her cheek. A teachable moment.

"Baby girl, hey." He whispered while his thumb urged her chin and eyes up toward his. "Slow down. Relax."

He put his hand over hers. "Easy. Relax your hand and move it up and down. Yeah like that. Yeah. Feel how the skin slips up and down with you?"

She nodded. Her eyes had dropped back down to his cock. He continued. "Now use your mouth again. Slowly at first. You don't need to suck.

"That's it! Yeah. Move your hand and your mouth together. Damn that feels good."

The way she was kneeling, her pleated cheerleader skirt had fallen back to where nothing was exposed. Looking down at her suck him dressed like that, he thought of the tight wet depths he had been buried in minutes ago, now hidden under that skirt.

Steve started to thrust into her mouth, meeting her hand and lips as they came forward. The fingertips of his right hand, still at the side of her head, began to massage the strong tendons at the base of her skull.