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."

GEORGIA'S POV

Jake rubbed on my clit while his other palm grabbed fistfuls of my ass cheeks. A moan of delight slipped from my lips, and I closed my eyes, writhing against him while he stroked my clit.

"So soft," He groaned. I jiggled my ass against him, wiggling my hips and bouncing my ass against his hand. That earned me a smack.

I squealed at the thrilling sensation that rushed through me. I had never been slapped on the ass before. A sharp jolt of pain ran up my spine, then back down, straight to my pussy. It was a foreign yet fantastic feeling. All the while, his thumb keeps rubbing my poor clit, picking up the pace.

"That feels so good. Don't stop, please!"

"Do you like that, sweet Georgia?" Jake rasped behind me. I felt his heat behind me and glanced over my shoulder to see he had dropped to his knees beside me, rubbing the spot he had smacked. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" I cried. I could feel the light brushes of his fingers against my cunt while his thumb got coated with my slickness.

"We don't have much time before Betty arrives, do we?"

When I didn't respond, I got another smack on my ass, this time dangerously close to my pussy. I groaned when Jake hit my pussy next, arching my back and pushing my cunt against his palm like a cat in heat.

Jake let out a slow hiss. "What a dirty girl you are! You're wet, Georgia. Was this what you wanted?"

"Yes!" I cried eagerly, grinding against his thick fingers as they stroked and rubbed me through my panties. My body trembled as I felt them probe and prod at my pussy, pushing the rough lace against my swollen cunt lips.

God, this felt so much better than when I played with myself!

I got carried away, grinding on his fingers, moaning at how good it felt and wishing the panties were out of the way so I could feel them against my cunt.

Jake's harsh breathing filled my ears when he leaned forward, breathing heavily, and took a deep breath in.

"Has anyone told you, Georgia," He murmured thickly. "That you smell divine?"

"No," I replied, flushing at his compliment. "You think so?"

"I fucking know so," He growled and pushed a hand into my shirt, cupping my dangling tits. I cried with joy when his hand began kneading my left boob, squeezing and rolling the nipple until I was a moaning mess.

His other hand continued to deliver spanks to my pussy this time, occasionally rubbing against my swollen pussy and flicking at it while he toyed with my tits. Now I knew why no heroine in my books stood a chance against the hero. There was no way I could resist Jake if I wanted to- and I most definitely did not want to.

"Naughty girl," He hummed, smacking my pussy one more time. "It's time for your lesson."

I barely had time to process his words when his fingers pushed aside my panties, and deftly, without warning, two of them sunk into my cunt.

"Oh my God, Jake!" I choked, eyes wide as I felt my pussy walls push and fight against his fingers.

Jake let out a long string of curses, staring at me in disbelief as he withdrew his fingers and buried them right back in.

I threw my head back, crying his name in pleasure. The hand on my boobs withdrew to cup my neck while he pressed his forehead against mine.

"No one's ever touched you like this before?"

"No one," I cried when his fingers began thrusting, sliding out of my wet cunt and then cramming right back in almost immediately. It felt so good getting fingered by him that I couldn't help the moans that slipped from my mouth.

"It's just me then," He rasped excitedly. "My fingers are the first your pussy will ever take."

"Yes, oh, that feels so good. Deeper,"

"Mhmmm," he hummed, pushing his fingers deeper until they hit the barrier. "I want to break this so bad. With my cock, Georgia. Do you know what a cock is, darling?"

"Yes," I swallowed, feeling myself get all excited at the thought of seeing an actual cock.

"Your pussy's tightening around my fingers. You greedy girl. Have you ever seen one?"

My head shook, and Jake grinned. "Maybe I'll let you see mine if you're a good girl."

"I'm a good girl," I rushed out in one breath, feeling his thumb play around my asshole. It puckered, and I moaned when he began pushing his thumb against the entrance slowly.

"No, you're not," Jake grumbled. "Good girls don't let their tutors touch their pussy,"

"Would you want to fuck a good girl?" I threw back and wailed when Jake pushed his thumb into my ass swiftly. "Oh God, Jake! Oh, that burns so good!"

"See that?" Jake groaned. "A good girl would protest. She would tell me not to touch her ass, not greedily swallow my finger like a slut."

I couldn't care less what he said. I felt like I was on cloud nine. I had two of his thick long fingers in my pussy, and one thumb buried in my quivering asshole. I had never felt so invaded ever, and I loved it.

My pussy clenched, and I began pushing ass down those fingers, wishing they would sink further, fucking my holes. Jake hissed, spanking me as I ground on his fingers. "Fuck, Georgia, keep doing this, and it'll be hard to resist you."

I wanted to tell him that was the goal in the first place, but his fingers began fucking my cunt at a torrid pace. I screamed when he began ramming them in, fingering me until my juices were squirting all over the place. They rolled down my legs while my pussy gripped his fingers tight and convulsed in pleasure.

"Oh my god, I'm cumming Jake. I'm cumming!" I sobbed,

"Cum," He grunted fucking me through my orgasm.

I had no idea how long I stayed there, moaning as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. The sound of the front door getting opened had Jake yanking my t-shirt down and helping me sit on the sofa. I moaned when my bare pussy rubbed against the leather.

Georgia's POV

Drenched with sweat, I ignored Betty's curious eyes when she walked in.

"There's nothing like a citric acid pulveriser," She grumbled. "And your mother is back,"

I could barely listen to a word Jake said. My eyes kept drifting between him and the textbook between us. I tried to breathe evenly, but it was hard to do so when all I could think about were his fingers.

"Georgia, work with me, will you?" Jake murmured, tapping the book with his finger. His knowing look told me he knew exactly what I was thinking.

I had hoped we would pick up from where we left off, but Mom was home, and Jake kept those hands to himself. The only proof that he wanted more than he let on was his swollen monster in his pants.

I scooted closer to him until our thighs brushed. He stiffened and shot me a warning look. I ignored him and placed a hand on his thigh, pretending to be interested in what he was showing me while inching my hands closer to his cock.

"Your mother is home," Jake exhaled sharply when I gripped his boner, feeling up the thick, hard shaft that pushed against his trousers. "We'll get caught, Georgia,"

"We won't," I mumbled, squeezing the throbbing length. He groaned and dropped his head on my shoulders, lips parted in pleasure.

"We will, dammit,"

"Mom's probably in a meeting," I tried to convince him. "Or napping. We can be quick about it,"

I tried to map out the length of his cock, feeling him twitch every time my hands moved lower. Jake gave a guttural sound and began undoing his belt.

"Fuck, you better be right,"

I held my breath, excited as he reached for his pants and yanked it down. His long thick cock sprung out and my mind was blown.

"Oh wow," I purred, watching Jake give himself a few strokes. His cock head seeped with moisture dribbling down the tip. I was seeing a cock for the first time, and it was way more.

"Amazing," I said breathlessly, reaching out to touch him. "Amazed. Does it hurt?"

He looked down at me with gritted teeth and shook his head. "God, no, that feels good. Wrap your hands around it, Georgia."

"Okay," I whispered, following his instructions. The feel of his cock throbbing against my palm only made me wetter. I pressed my thighs together, imagining all of his cock pushing into my pussy until I was fully stretched.

Oh yes, please.

I began stroking like I had seen him do. Jake leaned back into the sofa, keeping an eye on the stairs that led to Mom's room. Betty wasn't home so we had one less person to worry about. He hissed when I cupped his balls with my other hand, fondling the sac.

"God, yes, faster baby. Just like that. You're a natural at this," He groaned. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you've done this before."

I beamed at him, pleased by his compliment. "Will you teach me more?"

"I suppose I could manage a lesson or two," He grinned, reaching forward to slap my tits through my dress before cupping my face. "I'm going to fuck your pretty mouth,"

My eyes widened. I glanced at his cock that swelled in my hands and then up at him. "I don't think all of this will fit."

Jake laughed. "Oh, it will. Listen, okay?"

I nodded. Jake helped me lean forward so that I could still sit beside him, but my head dropped to his thighs. He had a hand in my hair while the other cupped his cock, guiding it to my mouth.

"Open up, sweet Georgia... Mhm, good girl,"

I parted my lips and closed my eyes when the salty taste of his cock filled my mouth. A moan slipped from my lips as he slowly worked a few inches of his cock up my mouth.

Jake let out curses, gripping my hair as he fucked my mouth nice and slow. I moaned, feeling the tip of his cock hit the roof of my mouth and my cheek every time he thrust.

"Oh fuck!" He grunted, increasing his pace. My eyes watered as more of his cock pushed down my throat, and I gagged.

He pulled away, slapping the wet, pulsing shaft against my face while I tried to catch my breath. Beads of his juices and my saliva hit my face. I breathed in his scent, wishing I could stay that way on his thighs forever.

"Am I doing it right?" I panted, and he looked at me in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? Your mouth has to be heaven and hell combined, that's how fucking good this is,"

I grinned and slipped my mouth over his cock, sucking and slurping over the turgid shaft. He watched me for a while, swiping the hair out of my face before gripping my hair like he did earlier and began fucking my face again. I groaned, gagged, and choked on his cock as his place increased.

More. I wanted to say. I needed more. I wished he would fuck my tits, too, and coat them with his semen. Instead, with a few more pumps, his cum filled my mouth, pouring down my throat.

I gulped down every last bit of his cum, holding on to his cock until he had to pry my mouth off him.

Watching him sink deeper into the couch, jaw slacked with pleasure, gave me some satisfaction. But I needed more. There was a fierce throbbing between my legs, and considering there was probably a camera somewhere in the living room, Mom would find out about this soon, sometime. I had to get Jake to fuck me before that happened.

While he relaxed against the sofa with his eyes closed, I pushed up my dress and took off my panties, then straddled him. Jake's eyes flew open when I began rubbing my pussy all over his cock.

"Georgia-"

I pressed my lips to his before he could say a word more, lifted my hips, and slowly guided my pussy down his cock.

"Oh my god!" I cried, pulling away from him. His cock was much bigger than I expected. Jake's eyes darkened. When he grabbed my hips, I feared he would lift me off him. Instead, he pushed my hips down his cock and kissed me to muffle the loud wail that slipped from my lips.

"Oh FUCK!" He groaned when his cock ripped through the barrier and filled up my cunt to the hilt.

My face dropped to the groove of his neck as I tried to adjust to the new feeling.

"Are you okay?" He panted. "Georgia?"

"I'm fine," I choked out.

"Damn, are you sure? I swear your walls are about to milk the hell out of me,"

"I'm sure," I whispered hurriedly. "Just fuck me, please,"

"Of course, you naughty minx!" He snarled, grabbed my ass on both cheeks and began thrusting upward, bucking his hips and fucking my pussy. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it?!"

"Yes," I screamed, feeling my walls convulse around his cock as my fingers dug into his shoulders. "Yes, Jake. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop!"

Jake must have said something in response, but I didn't care much. I screamed in ecstasy as my pussy got pounded to mush. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over me, and my juices spilled all over his thighs and the rug. When I calmed down, Mom stood by the stairs, looking mortified.

I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I gave her a grin and waved.