Sinful Lust Stories

Jake's POV

Georgia's eyes were half closed; her lips parted as I ground my cock against her. Fuck me. Her mother would kill me, and she was my student, but her pussy felt so warm and moist, and I'd bet it was so tight. I wanted nothing more than to rip those panties apart and give her exactly what she had been asking for.

My hands flexed around her hips. I bucked mine, slamming my dick against her soft pussy. I hooked her panties with a finger and pushed them aside, revealing the sweet pink cunt that I had imagined as I jerked off that morning. Her lips quivered as more moisture spilled between her legs.

"How the hell are you turned on by this? You should run, dammit!" I groaned, swallowing hard and fighting the urge to touch it.

"I don't want to," She whined, looking up at me with those sexy doe eyes.

"You should," I snapped and returned stiffly to the sofa where my bag was. I had to get out of here before I did something stupid.

"Our study session isn't done," I argued, pursing my lips together.

"It is," I said with a note of finality, raking a hot gaze over her body, taking in her pink tits- God, I should have touched them when I had the chance.

And then I left.

"Why on earth are you home early?" Ben groaned, walking into my room.

I had arrived home to see him in a full-blown make-out session. If I had come in any later, they probably would have begun fucking all over my couch.

Well, at least one of us was getting lucky. All I was getting was pure torture from an eighteen-year-old! Damn it, Edwina set me up. When she suggested I coach her daughter in high school, I thought I would be dealing with a bumbling eighteen-year-old struggling with whatever advanced class her mother had shoved her into. For the love of my PHD, I'd agreed.

What I hadn't expected was a passionate, sexy girl driving me crazy with her ridiculous sexual innuendos. She was beautiful. I had tutored her sisters before her, and they had been pretty but very demure and quiet ladies. Unlike them, Georgia had blonde hair like her mother, curly and wild like she was.

I'd almost lost my shit the first time I saw her descend the stairs with those long legs and wide hips that shouldn't be on an eighteen-year-old. Neither should those boobs.

Or that dirty mouth.

God, I needed a drink.

"You look constipated,"

"Gee, thanks, Ben," I said sarcastically, reaching for a bottle of whiskey on my bedside table. "Maybe that's because you almost fucked your girl of the day on my couch. When are you leaving?"

"Oh come on, you can't treat your brother like that," He whined. "I told you I needed to get back on my feet. It's not for life, man."

"The only thing you've been getting back on is your dick," I snapped, taking a deep swig.

Ben narrowed his eyes. "You're day drinking, you're swearing, and you have a shitty attitude instead of your usual I-don't-care vibes; what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong,"

"Uh-huh, tell that to someone who didn't watch you grow up. Now tell me. Is that snotty professor on your case again?"

I almost laughed. A lot of people didn't exactly like Edwina. If anyone asked me, she was pretty decent. She just had to be snotty because no man would take her seriously if she wasn't. There were times she overdid it, though.

But my problem wasn't Edwina this time. It was Edwina's bombshell of a daughter, and when I told Ben about it, he looked amused.

"I don't see the problem, just fuck her and be done with it,"

I fixed him a glare. "You think I haven't thought about that? There are bound to be consequences. What if it's a trap? What if she lies to her mother that I raped her?"

"Does she look like she would?"

No, Georgia did not. I closed my eyes, recalling the desire in her eyes when she asked me to punish her, the way her thick nipples pushed against that flimsy shirt, begging to be touched.

I had almost given in. I had almost reached out to touch those tits, to squeeze and knead and free them from captivity. I'd bet no man had ever touched her like that, and that fucking thrilled me. The thought of making her mine made me ache so bad.

"Then I don't see the problem," Ben shrugged.

"She's eighteen. She's barely legal, Ben."

She has the body of a fucking goddess that ought to be illegal too. How on earth was I supposed to resist that ass bouncing in my face every time I made her walk around the room reciting four-figure tables?

"If she can ask to get punished, then that sweet cunt needs to get fucked. I'd bet her stuck-up mama shielded her all her life." Ben chuckled. "Go tear that pussy up."

"I can't risk losing my PHD," I grumbled.

"But you can risk dying of blue balls? How cute, now if you'll excuse me, I have a pussy to pound."

I spent the rest of that day and the entire night pondering over Ben's words and wondering how I was supposed to survive the next two months without touching Georgia.

I managed to steady my resolve. I'd go to the club to let off some steam if it got too much. A part of me wanted to teach that naughty girl a lesson. She has no idea the depraved things I'm capable of, and showing her just a glimpse ought to send her running for the hills.

The next day, I walked into Edwina's home and resolved to keep my hands to myself. The minute I walked into the living room, however, my resolve fizzled into thin air.

Georgia was on her knees, ass up in the air like a perfect wet dream. She had only a shirt on and flimsy pink panties. The shirt in question had rolled down to her waist, revealing her sweet round ass. My cock roared to life, pushing against my pants, and I almost lost my shit just looking at her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I snapped, refusing to take a step closer, or I might as well give in to the urge to touch her.

"Helping you," She had the effrontery to giggle.

"Georgia, go get dressed," I said in a strained voice. "This isn't time for jokes."

"But I want you to punish me," She whined. "I was up all night, Jake. All I could think about were the words you said to me. Please, touch me. Just this once, and I won't bother you anymore, I promise."

Fuck, what on earth was a man supposed to say to that?

"This isn't right," I tried again, though my feet had already begun moving in her direction. "Where's Betty?"

I wasn't sure why I asked, but Georgia's answer pleased me immensely.

"She isn't home," The little minx panted. "She's probably racing through the malls in the city looking for citric acid pulverizer right now."

I almost laughed along with her when I stopped before the pale ass that jiggled up at me. I could see her greedy little cunt clenching against the tight pink panties she had on.

I grabbed and yanked on it, pulling the fabric tight over her pussy. She let out a cry of pleasure, throwing her head back.

"You've been a very naughty girl, Georgia. Your punishment is long overdue."