Venus rising boxset, p.15
Venus Rising Boxset, page 15
When he pulled away, taking her bra off, Jessica grinned and undulated, thrusting her breasts up at him.
“One hand, impressive.”
Justin laughed at her audacity, cupping her breasts gently and running his fingers over her nipples, teasing them to hardness. Normally, he didn’t approve of subs topping from the bottom, but she wasn’t his sub and was so playful, it appealed to him in a completely different way. Not that he could ever turn off his desire to dominate entirely, but he could tell she liked it.
“Are you looking for more punishment?”
“So far, I don't feel punished at all,” she said, then closed her eyes, gasping as he pinched her nipples. Moaning, she arched her back again as he rolled the tender buds between his fingers, toying with her body.
“We'll get there,” he murmured.
Reaching over, he pulled a blackberry from the bush and crushed it between his fingers, rubbing it on her nipple, watching as the black juices ran over her the rosy areola and the pale skin of her breast.
“Hmmm, what a delicious berry,” he said playfully. Moving his body down to straddle her thighs made it easier for him to lean over and lick the juice off her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth. Shuddering underneath him, her hips moved up to bump against his hard cock as he suckled at her breast. Despite his best attempts at cleaning the berry juice with his mouth, little stains of dark blue were left on her creamy skin. Justin traced the blue tracks with light finger touches as he grabbed another berry from the bush, repeating the process over her other nipple. Lapping at the juices, he admired the berry stains on her flesh, thinking they made her look like an exotic woodland goddess, her nipples stained dark in preparation for some arcane ritual.
Jessica moaned, her body trapped between Mr. Flood's legs as he sucked and nipped at her breasts. The berry juice was cool on her skin, and the juxtaposition of his warm mouth when he sucked the juices off made her pussy even wetter. With her arms above her head, she felt open and vulnerable to him. She didn't even mind when she noticed the juices were staining her breasts—almost like he was leaving hickies on her, and she'd never minded those. Besides, she figured she'd be able to wash it off in the shower. For now, it was incredibly hot having him eat off her breasts.
One of his hands slid down her stomach while he sucked and nibbled at her tender buds, alternating between them, letting one dry in the cool breeze as he wet the other with his mouth. As his fingers curved over her jean-covered mound, Jessica moaned and rubbed her cloth-covered lower body against him. The palm of his hand pressed down hard, and the seam dug into her pussy as his fingers pressed between her slightly spread legs. Gasping with pleasure, she rubbed herself against his hand, the rough material of her shorts giving her all sorts of wonderful friction. When she tried to spread her legs more, to give him further access to her body, she found herself stopped by his knees, which were firmly planted on either side of her.
Just as she could feel that hot itch building, he moved his hand away and sat back, looking down at her again, a pleased smile on his face. Jessica panted with need, her stained breasts aching for his mouth to return, her lower body burning with hungry desire. Slowly, like a strip tease, Mr. Flood removed his own shirt, Jessica watched avidly as his bare chest became visible, her tongue darting out to lick her lips without her realizing it. She longed to reach up and touch him.
She hadn't been aware of moving her hands, but suddenly, Mr. Flood's body was laid out on top of her—his arms covering hers, his hands on her wrists, pushing them back above her head as his lips pressed against her neck. Writhing, she pushed up against him, enjoying the feel of her breasts squashing against his broad chest, nipples rubbing his skin.
“Keep your hands up here, little one.” Jessica moaned as he slowly pulled himself up off her, but she kept her arms firmly in place. Mr. Flood stood over her and took off his jeans—she could see was, going commando underneath—the thick stalk of his erection jutted out from his body. He fisted it, looking down at her as he pumped his hand a few times, seeing the greedy look on her face. Jessica spread her legs, and he knelt between them, running his fingers up the insides of her smooth thighs and sliding just his fingertips under the edge of her shorts. Straining, she tried to twist to get his fingers where she wanted them.
Taking her legs, Mr. Fire put them both on one of his shoulders, bending her at the waist as he leaned forward to undo her button and zipper. Hooking his fingers over the edge, he pulled off her shorts and her thong at the same time, quickly grabbing another berry from the bush. Jessica gasped as he manipulated her body, so her knees were folded against her chest, her feet pressing on his shoulders as he crushed the blackberry against the crinkled hole of her anus. Then his mouth was on it, flicking pieces of pulpy berry off her skin and chewing them, his lips moving against the sensitive nerves of her asshole. His tongue pressed against her there, and she squirmed as he poked at her tender hole with his stiffened tongue. Turning her wrists over, she clutched at the grass above her head as he licked berry juices from her asshole, the flood from her pussy running down her crack to add to the flavor.
Slowly, his tongue moved up toward her needy pussy, and Jessica gave a moan of encouragement as his tongue teased the area between her slit and asshole, trying to press her hips down so he would move his mouth further north. Taking several berries from the bush, Mr. Flood teased one up and down her wet slit, the soft and bumpy texture feeling strange and erotic against her needy folds, then reached around her leg to pop the berry in her mouth. Sweet blackberry and musky pussy juice mingled on her tongue, giving her an idea of what a tasty combination Mr. Flood was about to feast on.
He crushed the rest of the berries into her pussy, rubbing the pulp up and down her wet lips as the blackberry pieces stuck to her flooded folds, and the juices turned her pussy a dark purple. He began licking up the mess he'd made. Jessica writhed, groaning with pleasure at the incredible sensations—feeling his tongue cleaning her, sliding through her folds, and coming away with the berry pulp—her pussy was a gorgeous mess of berry juice and female arousal. Mr. Flood's hands tightened on her waist as he licked the potent combination, careful not to press his face into her pussy, even though he wanted to.
By the time Jessica's pussy was cleaned of the berry pulp—her pink flesh still stained dark, which completed the erotic image of her as some kind of supernatural woods creature—she was ready to cum… more than, in fact. Mr. Flood had carefully kept her right on the edge of orgasm, and her shuddering body was desperate for relief.
“Oh, please!” she cried out when he pulled his tongue away from her. Mr. Flood pulled her feet off his shoulders and put them on the ground, keeping her knees bent and pointed at the sky and her thighs spread. His hands gripped and caressed the outside of her thighs, holding her in place as he leaned forward, brushing the head of his cock against her pussy. Massaging her legs, he began working his way down her thighs toward her ass, and Jessica spasmed with need as he continued to deny her orgasm.
“This is what happens to mouthy little girls who ask for punishment—they get it.”
Jessica moaned, writhing. She’d thought he’d punish her with a spanking again, not denying her orgasm. It was incredibly erotic, knowing her pleasure rested in his hands.
“I'm not really a bad girl,” she protested, more than ready to beg. “I'm sorry I was mouthy, just please, please I need to cum... OH, YES!”
At her admission, Mr. Flood lunged forward, shoving half of his dick into her needy and ready hole with one thrust. The sharp stretching of her pussy, the ecstasy of having him inside of her, at last, was all Jessica's teetering body needed to explode in culmination. Her pussy rippled around him, and she thrashed, crying out with passion as he thrust again, burying himself inside her while she convulsed in the throes of a giant orgasm, her hands gripping the grass so tightly, she pulled some of it up by the roots. Gripped by her squeezing, tight pussy, Mr. Flood leaned into his thrusts, pumping steadily through the waves of her pleasure, building her orgasm higher as it flooded her nervous system until a new level of ecstatic heat ripped through her.
Mr. Flood ravished her body, smaller explosions of pleasure continuing to burst inside of her as he plunged in and out of her tight wetness. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she hung on for dear life as he bucked against her, his hands wrapping under her back and pushing down on her shoulders, shoving her harder and harder against him. Catching her mouth for a kiss, their tongues danced as she moved her hips in time with his. The heat of her pleasure was never allowed to dissipate, and she could feel it building again as they pleasured each other.
He'd played her body so skillfully, teased her so mercilessly. This was the perfect way for them to have sex for the first time. She felt blissful as her body tensed around him, the hot core inside of her gathering itself for another explosion.
“Oh, fuck.” She arched against him, her thighs gripping him as his cock got even thicker and harder inside of her, plowing into her as they rutted, the cool breeze blowing over them, the warmth in the air caressing them. “Oh... Oh, I'm going to cum again... OH GOD, I'm going to CUM AGAIN!”
Screaming her pleasure to Mother Nature, Jessica's nails dug into Mr. Flood's shoulders, raking down his back, making him bellow as the combination of pleasure and pain sent him over the edge as well, no longer able to resist her clutching pussy and the sensual undulations of her body. They came together, the expansion of his cock inside of her as she tightened down on him, liquid spurting into her hungry pussy sent both of them spiraling into euphoric climaxes as their bodies bucked and heaved against each other.
As they slowly descended from the incredible high, the thrusting grew softer and slower, the last dregs of cum spurting from Mr. Flood's cock as Jessica's pussy shuddered around it. Her thighs tightened and released, squeezing his body, then dropping to the ground. They gasped and shuddered as the movement triggered echoes of pleasure.
Mr. Flood kissed her neck, her forehead, and her lips tenderly as he softened inside of her. Jessica caressed his shoulders, soothing the scratch marks she'd left. Not that he minded them at all—they were badges of honor as far as he was concerned. Eventually, his cock slipped out of her body, and they both groaned in disappointment, as it meant this idyllic time was almost over.
Carefully, he pulled himself off her, giving her one last kiss before sitting back onto his knees.
“That was wonderful.”
“Wonderful doesn't even begin to describe it,” Jessica sighed, stretching out her body. Looking down at herself, the berry stains on and around her nipples, the black stains between her thighs, and the dark stains and glossy cream on his cock, she giggled. “We're a mess.”
“You're beautiful,” he told her, one finger stroking down her thigh and making her shiver. He reached for his pants.
“Wait.” Jessica scrambled to her knees. “Stand up.”
Mr. Flood's lips quirked as she gave him orders but did what she said, then moaned as she started to lick the juices off his groin and cock. The taste of them, combined with the berry was delicious, and she did a very thorough job of cleaning him off with her tongue. Sucking his dick into her mouth, she enjoyed how easily it fit when soft—well, mostly soft. It was so easy to get her lips pressed against his pubis and so hot too. The look in his eyes as he watched her told her just how sexy he thought she was.
By the time she was done, some of his cum had dripped out of her pussy and was sliding down her thighs. Having her stand, he scooped up the cum on one thigh with his fingers and popped them in her mouth. Jessica sucked on his fingers, cleaning them of every drop. When he scooped the cum off her other thigh, she obediently opened her mouth again, but to her surprise, he put his fingers in his own mouth and winked at her.
“Mm, berries and cream.”
She giggled.
They helped each other dress, giving each other soft kisses and tender caresses, their clothes covering their berry stains still very visible on Jessica's breasts and pussy and now, Mr. Flood's cock and groin as well. When they walked back down the dirt path to join the others for lunch, he gave her one last deep, passionate kiss before they left out the woods into the clearing.
Chapter 12
On the hike back from the clearing, Jessica continued talking easily with Mr. Flood. Lunch had been fun. They'd come back to find Mr. Winter and Bridgit going at it in the middle of the meadow. It was a beautiful day, and apparently, being outdoors was affecting everyone. Who knows what the other two had been up to—they came out of the woods, giggling madly—so Jessica suspected everyone had been spending their morning in a pleasurable manner. It was nice to just sit and talk while they ate, enjoying the morning and acting like the past week had been entirely normal in all their lives.
Upon return to the school, she got a sexy smile from Mr. Flood before he went off with Mr. Winter to do whatever they were doing that afternoon. Jessica debated between going to the painting class and going to take a shower to wash off the berry juice. After all, the weekend was rather relaxed, she didn't have to go immediately to the art room, she could just drop in at any time, but she wanted to have enough time to finish whatever she started. It wasn't like anyone could see the berry stains Mr. Flood had left on her... Smiling, she decided to go ahead to the painting class and enjoy her little secret, knowing there was some extra color that had been “painted” onto a couple of her body parts.
She'd been so wrapped up in the surprising morning activities with Mr. Flood and was feeling so good after being out in the sun and hiking, she'd almost forgotten about Mr. Fire. When she stepped into the art room and saw him focused on a canvas in front of him, the attraction to him hit her like a ton of bricks. I don't have to choose between them, she reminded herself sternly, even though it was her natural inclination to feel like she had to choose. They were instructors, not dates, and just because she'd had a fantastic morning of kinky berry sex with Mr. Flood didn't mean the chemistry between her and Mr. Fire was just going to disappear. He was dressed simply in nice jeans and a button-down red shirt, and she thought he looked pretty fantastic in regular clothes.
Curious, she went over and stood next to him to see what he was painting. Mr. Fire glanced up at her and smiled a welcome, his big muscular body strangely at ease with a paintbrush in his hand.
“That's amazing!” she gasped, staring at his work. It was an oil painting of a narrow street with no cars, the median covered in flowery bushes, tree branches arched over the street in a canopy of green with lacy looking green tendrils hanging down. The sidewalk and buildings on the opposite side from the median were painted charming white and tan wood with hand-lettered business signs. The street looked like something from the 1950s. It was all rather beautiful, and Jessica loved the way nature overlapped with the man-made objects, blending and melding the two together in harmony.
“That's where I grew up,” he replied, dabbing his paintbrush against a tree. It was obvious he wasn't done with the hanging canopy of branches, although the rest of the painting looked mostly finished.
“How long have you been working on this? There's no way you started this today.”
He laughed. “No, I brought it with me. I've been working on it about two months now, although I did come here right after waking up to start painting.”
“Where is it?”
“Savannah, Georgia. See the hanging moss?” He pointed his brush at the lacy green webs hanging down from the branches, careful not to touch the canvas. “That's Spanish moss; it's everywhere in Historic Savannah. Except the hanging squares.”
“Hanging squares?”
Mr. Fire winked at her, and she felt her stomach flip flop. “Where they used to do the public executions. Local lore says Spanish moss won't grow where innocent lives have been taken.”
Jessica shivered. “Is that true?”
“Who knows for sure,” he shrugged. “But Spanish moss grows all over the place in Savannah, except for the hanging squares.”
“That's creepy.”
“Not into ghost stories?” He grinned at her.
“Too scary. Especially when it seems there could be some truth to them.”
“Too bad. Savannah's incredibly beautiful, but it's also supposedly the most haunted city in America.”
“Maybe I'll have to make a day trip sometime,” she teased.
“It'd be worth it, it’s a beautiful place. Did you want to paint?”
Mr. Fire directed her to the art closet, where Jessica decided to use watercolors. His expertise with the oil painting had intimidated her, and she didn't want to use the same medium. There was a seat right next to him where she decided to sit, ignoring the other open seats around the room. They weren't the only ones there, a few other teachers and students were scattered around, some painting, some sketching, some playing with clay. Jessica wasn't sure what she wanted to paint, so she started with broad strokes of blue across the top... something nature-y, maybe.
After a couple minutes, Mr. Fire started talking to her, asking what she was doing, what kind of supplies she liked working with. The conversation flowed as easily as it had with Mr. Flood. She had to admit she mostly did pencil sketches. She wasn't a good enough painter to really put any time and effort into it, so mostly she doodled, but she liked painting, especially watercolors, which she found especially relaxing. Impressionist painting had always been her favorite. They segued into a serious discussion about Monet and Van Gogh, the two, she knew best—like most people.
An hour later, she was putting the finishing touches on her berry bushes and the blue sky overhead when Mr. Fire left his easel to look at her paper.
“Nice,” he commented. For a moment she thought he was just saying that, but then he continued. “You've got some good shadows on the ground, and I like how you made the berries stand out against the less defined lines of the brambles. Did you go hiking this morning?”
