Page 28 of White Hole

“Just a sec. Gotta start the program.” He disappeared into a small tower in the middle of the room and the lights darkened overhead.

Suddenly, the white screen was replaced by the black night sky. Slowly, it sparkled with twinkling stars. I gasped at its beauty. An announcer’s voice introduced the program as George returned to sit next to me.

“This is better than anything I could teach you.” George had to talk close to my ear so I could hear him over the video. Tingles went down my spine. George’s body was so large he had to put his arm around the back of my seat to fit.

I tried to concentrate on the stars. I did. It was educational. The program would help with a better grade.Focus. But a cosmic wave of energy traveled from George’s aura down to my core, causing an explosion in my belly. My clit thumped once as if it could sense the nearness of a giant cock nearby.

As if he felt something, too, George leaned in more to whisper, “That’s Cassiopeia.” I had turned my head to hear him more, and our mouths were close. George was looking at my lips, and I at his. They were smooth, surrounded by a fuzz of blond hair. I involuntarily licked my bottom one.

George lifted his free hand and threaded it through my dark hair. “Princess, you’re making it hard for me to think.” I sucked in a breath. He dove in and dragged my lips into his, tongue slicking through to part them. He groaned inside my mouth as he grasped the back of my head to bring me closer.

I reached down to feel his hardness and squirmed at the size of it. George pumped his hips up into my palm once. Moving to his lap, I straddled him.

“Don’t wear jeans again, either.”

“Oh? Whatisokay for me to wear, George?”

“Something I can easily fuck you in.” That made my pussy pulsate. I writhed on his lap.

“Who says you can fuck me?”

“No one’s gonna stop me. Not even you, princess.” Before I could say anything back, he plunged his mouth onto mine. I wasn’t going to say no.

George lifted me off his lap and set me between his legs on the floor. I knelt in front of him, his legs spread wide, hand on his crotch. “I’m not jean jamming you. I’m not a teenager.”

I started to protest, but he undid his jeans and pulled out his enormous cock. It was as large as my forearm, hard as steel, and sticking straight out at me. A thing of beauty. George pumped it a few times with his hand as I gazed at it in awe.

“I don’t know—”Howwas I supposed to fit itin my mouth? I’d prepared below, but not orally.

George shoved my face onto his waiting cock. “Shut up and suck.”

I did. I had to spread my lips as wide as they would go just to get the tip in. George yelled, “Fuck!”

If he wanted me to suck him, I’d give him the best blowjob of his life. Despite his hand on the back of my head, I pulled back enough so I could lick and spit on it, lubing it for my face.

When I put him back in my mouth, it hit my throat and I swallowed, ignoring my gag reflex. It was near impossible, but George seemed to be enjoying it, anyway. His eyes were half closed and he thrust his hips into my face. I worked him as much as I could, but my jaw quickly grew tired and sore. His jeans were prohibiting me from reaching his balls to massage, but I felt his cock throb in my throat, knowing he must be close.

“This is what your mouth is good for. Next time you try to smart off to me, remember this is what you get. You’re gonna be a quiet girl with my dick shoved down your throat.” He grasped my hair and pushed in as far as he could go. “Drink some of my cum, princess. Then I’m going to cover your pretty face.”

George spurted some of his load down my throat, loudly groaning and lifting his hips while holding my hair. Then, he pulled me off his cock and spurted the rest all over my lips, cheeks, forehead, hair... I had to close my eyes so his cum didn’t burn my eyeballs and used my fingers to wipe my lids off.

“Taste it.”

I stuck my fingers in my mouth, then I swabbed my face, gathering all his sticky cum, and licked it off my fingers. It tasted like salt and Big G. I liked it. My face must have shown it because George’s post-ecstasy face turned into a sly smile.

“Mmm, you like my flavor. Good, ‘cause you’ll get more where that came from. Plus, you look so perfect covered with my cum.” He fixed himself back into his pants and then pulled me into his lap. “Now, let’s learn.”

“George!”

He nuzzled my neck. “Hmm?”

“I can’t focus!”

“Why not?”

“I have your cum all over my face and I—” How was I going to say it?

“You want me to get you off, is that it?”

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