by Madison Faye
I roar as push as deep as I can and just explode inside of her, bare and totally unprotected. I’m shooting rope after thick rope of cum deep inside her, filling her up so much that it starts to leak out as I pump one more spurt inside of her.
I’m seeing double as I come to a halt and gasp for air.
Holy fuck.
Ellie is panting, her big soft tits heaving on her chest and her face red and flushed. Slowly, she raises herself off the desk and grins this huge, adorable smile at me as her eyes flash.
“That was wonderful,” she whispers before I press my lips to hers and kiss her slow and deep.
I slowly ease out of her, groaning first at the feeling of my cock leaving the confines of that perfect, slick pussy and then at the sight of my pearly white cum trickling out of her. I raise my eyes to her and she’s grinning, and practically glowing as she lays there propped up on her elbows catching her breath.
Damn this girl looks good after she’s been fucked.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
She giggles as I snatch her panties off the floor and use them to gently clean her up before pulling my pants back on.
“Professor?”
We both whirl at the knock on the door, her jaw dropping and her eyes going wide before she snaps back to me, her face white.
“Quick!” I hiss, slipping my shirt back over my head and kicking the papers strewn across the floor under the desk.
“Professor Martin? A word?”
Fuck me, it’s Susan, the department head.
“Just a minute!” I say, trying to keep my voice even.
Ellie yanks her sweater on and hastily pushes her hair back from her face. “How do I look?”
Yeah, she definitely looks like she just got fucked.
I only give her a quick, searing kiss though as I nod. “Good enough for me to take again right fucking now.” She blushes and I push a strand of hair behind her ear. “Ready?”
She grins and nods, her eyes wild and her face still flushed and glowing.
I open the door to Susan, the department head, who looks startled when she sees Ellie over my shoulder. She clears her throat. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were in office hours.”
I smile pleasantly at her, trying not to think about the fact that I can still taste Ellie’s pussy on my tongue. “Oh, I work late,” I say, giving her my most charming smile. “So, anything else Ms. Thompson?”
Ellie bites her lip and shakes her head as she moves past Susan and I. “No, thank you Professor.”
Susan’s smiling at me in way that says she clearly doesn’t know I just deflowered this particular student across my desk. The pleasant look in her eyes says she has no idea I was just balls deep inside the girl standing before her, filling her up with every drop of my cum that’s probably still dripping down her legs.
Ellie turns as she moves past Susan and arches a brow at me. “I think I understand how it all works now, Professor Martin.”
Susan is still facing me, so she doesn’t see the downright wicked glint in Ellie’s eyes as she winks at me and blows me a quick kiss before slipping down the hallway.
Chapter 10
Ellie
I’m glowing later, as I walk slowly and aimlessly through the darkened campus back towards my dorm. I feel silly, and alive, and positively scandalous, like I’ve got this wicked little secret that only I know. I pass by other students, and grin to myself as I hug my books tightly to my chest, knowing that they have no idea that the girl walking past them just lost her virginity not thirty minutes before.
Lost her virginity in spectacular fashion, at the hands of her much older, hunky Professor.
On his desk.
The thought has me blushing as the thrill of what just happened rushes through my young body. It’s surreal, and perfect. It’s also naughty, and dirty, and so off-limits, but that’s what makes it even hotter.
God his mouth, that cock.
It’s all I can think about as I shower later, letting my hands wander across my still tingling body and letting them explore the places he touched. I moan softly as my fingers slip inside my pussy and I squeeze my thighs together, imagining I’m keeping his cum deep inside of me.
And all I can think is how much I want it again.
I want all of it all over again.
“Okay, what’s your deal?”
It’s raining the next day, one day into my new status as a non-virgin.
“Hmm?” I glance up to my roommate Ally, only then blushing as I realize I was totally just staring at the wall with a big dopey smile at my face instead of the book in my hands.
Ally grins conspiratorially at me at me from her bed, arching her brow at me. “You’re all freaking glowy today, and I know it’s not cause you got laid.”
I blush as I roll my eyes at her. “Well what is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re Ellie, my wonderful and yet eternally virginal roommate.” Suddenly her eyes widen as she sees the blush on my face. “Oh my God.”
“What?” I say quickly.
“Did- no.” She peers at me for another second before her jaw drops. “Holy shit!”
“What?”
“You did get laid!”
I quickly look down at the book in my hands, my hair cascading around my face as if somehow trying to hide the flush of being caught on my face. “I- I don’t know what you’re-”
“Ellie!” Ally squeals. “Holy shit!” She suddenly wrinkles her face. “Ted?”
I make a face. “God no.”
“Oh thank God,” she says with a laugh. “I’d have killed both of us if you’d waited all this time to give it up to that loser.” She narrows her eyes at me. “So, who?”
“No one,” I say quickly.
“Immaculate loss of virginity huh? That’s a new one.”
I blush. “No, he’s just…”
He’s just twice my age, and my college English professor, and we could both get in serious trouble for this.
“Was it good?”
“YES.” I blush immediately at the force in which I say it, but Ally only devolves into giggles.
“Hey! Don’t get all embarrassed! That’s awesome!” She raises a brow at me again. “So why the secrecy?”
She’s like a bloodhound with this thing.
“Oh, he’s just…”
Off limits? Wrong? My professor? A famous writer? Twice my age?
I don’t answer and Ally just rolls her yes. “Fine, have your secrets, weirdo. Hey, at least you finally got laid.”
And I can’t wait to do it again.
It’s a wicked thought, but I know right then that I want more. I need more, no matter the consequences.
“I mean even if it was just a hook-up thing, good for you, girl.” Ally grins. “You finally joined the club and punched that card.”
Except I know it’s not going to be a one time thing. And I know how cliche it is to even think that, as the naive, inexperienced girl who’s just lost it to the way older, way more worldly guy. But I know it's not. I might be inexperienced, and new to this, but I know the look in Liam’s eyes. I know the way he looked at me, and I know I need him again.
Ally gets up from her bed. “Anyways, I’m going out tonight, want to come with?”
“Nah, thanks but I’m good.”
“Well, baby steps. We’ll get you to a party yet, Ellie Thompson.”
She goes to her closet and starts to change to go out for the night, and suddenly, I know exactly what I want that night. I know exactly where I’m going as I slip a tiny skirt on after she leaves, pulling on a skin-tight tank top that’s positively scandalous to wear anywhere but in my own bed.
And I know exactly what I want to do as I skip across the darkening campus towards the English building. It’s mostly dark, but there’s an office light on up on the third floor, and I grin as I feel the hungry tingle start to spread through my body.
Time for some more tutoring.
Ch
apter 11
Liam
It’s late by the time I pry myself away from the blank screen on my office computer and start to lock up. Fuck does writer’s block suck. It’s been like this for almost a year now: nothing, just blank pages. I slam the laptop shut and start to get my things together. Of course, I might not be able to think of anything to write, but there’s one thing I can’t get the hell off my brain even if I tried.
Ellie.
We don’t have class again until tomorrow, and it’s been a full day since she lay strewn across my desk writhing on my cock. A full day of basically getting fuck-all done work-wise, and grading none of the papers I needed to get graded. I mean how could I? Especially in that office and on that desk.
I like my desk WAY more with her tight little ass perched on it and her moans drifting over my ears than I do a stack of papers on Jane Eyre.
So yeah, little untouchable, tempting, delicious Ellie Thompson is on my brain, bad. I’m still dreaming about that pussy, and the way she moaned, and the way her eyes locked onto mine when she came.
I crossed a line. Jesus Christ did I. I mean I fucked a student for crying out loud. What a fucking cliche.
Yeah, it's going to be an even bigger one when she reports your ass, I grumble to myself. It’s going to be a real big cliche when they run me out of here on a rail.
The hallway is almost pitch dark as I pull my office door shut, lit only by lamp-posts out on the quad coming through the windows as I lock the door.
How much longer is the semester? Three months? Fuck. That’s a long time. A long time to sit there three days a week staring at Ellie-temping-Thompson front and center. Three days a week staring at those tits, and the those legs, and knowing exactly what lies between them. Knowing how she tastes, and how her lips part and what her moans sounds like when I drive my cock in deep.
Fuck. Maybe I can cancel the class? Leave off teaching here completely and head back to New York?
“Professor?”
I can feel my cock twitch before I even turn to see her standing there quietly in the dim light of the hallway. She’s dressed in this short skirt and this tank top that’s just - wow, and her hair is in fucking pigtails.
Jesus Christ.
And right then, I know none of that shit is happening. Dropping the class? Leaving her?
Fuck no. Because I want more. I need more, like some sort of drug.
I’m hard instantly, and my eyes dart up to her eye. “Ellie-”
“I’m here for more help, Professor,” she says is this soft, girlish voice that has me groaning and clenching my jaw and my cock just throbbing in my pants. And she’s calling me professor, and it’s like my kryptonite or something. “Professor” sounds so fucking dirty and scandalous, and with that little pleated skirt, and those mouth watering tits falling out of her tank top, and those damn pigtails, she’s like the schoolgirl fantasy come to life.
She’s my schoolgirl.
Because that pussy is mine. I’ve had a taste, and now I want nothing else. I want to consume her and take her all for my own. She might be young, and innocent, and wholly inappropriate, but fuck it, I’m going to posses her. I’m going to show her everything.
“More help, huh?” I growl as I move towards her in the dark of the hallway.
“Mmhmm…” she nods, biting her lip and looking unbelievably sexy in the way she looks both scared and excited at the same time. “I’ve forgotten our last lesson, and I think I need to go over it again.” She blushes, like she’s trying to play it coy and be the naughty girl here, even as innocent and sweet as she is.
I take a step right towards her, dropping my bag to the floor. “I’ll bet you do,” I growl, and then she’s moaning as I bruise my lips to hers.
She gasps into my mouth as she flings her arms around me. I yank her tight against me and spin us around, pressing her back against the wall of the hallway next to my office door. I can feel her pressing and undulating her tight young body against me. Her tongue is inexperienced, but eager, as she slips it against mine. My hands slide down her arms and over her body, squeezing her soft tits through her skin-tight tank top and feeling her nipples harden to tempting little buds under the material. I let my fingertips roll over them, pinching them and bringing a cry to her lips as I bring another hand up to hold her chin as I claim her mouth.
Ellie is moaning as I push my hand under her tank top, my hand cupping those big tits and teasing over her nipples. She drops her hand to my pants, stroking the thick bulge there and making me growl into her mouth. I let my lips slide down her cheek, and over her neck to her earlobe. She whimpers in this high, girlish voice as I suck the lobe between my teeth and start to push her shirt up over those full globes.
My mouth drops lower, running over the bunched fabric of her tank-top and then over the hot, soft skin of her breasts. I close my lips around one hard little nipple and suck as I bat it with my tongue. She moans as my hand slides down over her panties, pushing them aside and slipping a finger easily inside.
“Oh, Professor,” She whimpers, her small hand jerking me faster through my pants. “We- we could get caught out here!”
“You want me to stop?” I growl in her skin, sinking a second finger knuckles-deep inside of her as my thumb rolls around her clit.
“No!” She gasps out, her hips rocking towards me. Her hand suddenly freezes on my cock as her other one grips my forearm tightly. “Because I’m going to come!”
Ellie’s whole body seizes up, and then she’s biting my shoulder as her orgasm tears through her right there in the hallway of the English department. She’s clinging to me as her tight little teen pussy clenches around my fingers, while my lips leave marks across those full young tits.
Slowly, her grip on me loosens as she lets out this contented sigh. I grin as I manage to pull myself away from her tits, but all of a sudden, she’s flipping us around and dropping to her knees in front of me.
“Ellie, honey, what are you-”
“I-” She looks up at me with this mischievous and nervous look on her face, her bright blue eyes sparkling in the dim light. “I want to taste you.” She takes a deep breath. “I want to suck your cock, Professor Martin.”
Fuck me.
There’s something insanely hot about hearing this sweet little good girl say dirty things like that, and my cock throbs in response. She looks like taboo incarnate, on her knees with her legs spread, her tiny skirt around waist, and her full, gravity-defying tits out and still wet from my mouth
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Why don’t we go to my office-”
“Uh-uh,” she says, grinning wickedly at me and biting her lip as she reaches up to start pulling at my belt. “I want to suck you right here.”
She’s unbuttoning my jeans and slipping the zipper down, and suddenly I don’t give a fuck if we’re out here in the hallway. It could be the middle of the damn day and I wouldn’t say no to this fucking barely legal sex-kitten on her knees begging to suck my cock.
She pushes my jeans and my briefs down, and my cock springs out to bob thick and heavy right in front of her. Ellie’s jaw drops as she just stares at it. “Oh my God,” she says, her eyebrows raising as she looks up at me and wets her lips. “You’re-” She swallows heavily and then brings her hand up to wrap her small fingers around my dick. “You’re really big.”
I grin, feeling my pulse roar as her small hand teases over the skin of my cock. I mean, yeah, I’m big, but I look huge in her small hand like that. It looks obscene, my thick, pulsing cock in the hands of this little eighteen year old schoolgirl, her ginger-blonde hair in pigtails framing her face.
Her tongue slides out and across her lips and she leans forward. I groan as I feel her breath first, hot across the head. But then she’s gently pressing her lips to it - her full, soft, pouty lips kissing my cock.
I groan at the feel of them and she raises her eyes to me as she kisses it again. “Like that?”
Jesus Christ, has this girl never even given head
before?
“I’ve- I’ve never done this before,” she says quietly, and my cock actually jumps in her hand.
Because realizing just how much of a virgin little Ellie Thompson is - well, was, before I claimed that the other day - sinks in, and I fucking love it. I love that I’m not just the first man to sink into that tight cunt, but that I’m also the first one to feel those pouty wet lips wrap around his cock. I’m truly claiming this girl, all of her, and it makes my blood roar in my ears.
“Just open your mouth, honey,” I growl, letting my hands drop gently to her hair.
She does, and her eyes never leave mine as she slowly slips her full wet lips over over the head of my cock.
Holy fucking shit.
Her mouth is heaven; soft, wet, barely-legal heaven. Slowly she takes in as much as she can, and she sucks gently as her tongue slides up my underside. She might not be porn-star deep-throating me or anything, but there's something so fucking innocent about the way she’s so new at this that makes it the hottest blowjob I’ve ever got. I can already feel my balls tightening, and I groan and let my fingers slide into her hair as she starts to stroke me. She uses both small hands to slide up and down my shaft, wet and slippery from her mouth as she bobs her lips over the head.
“Just like this, Professor?” She says, the words mumbled with my cock still her mouth.
“Fuck yes, just like that, honey,” I groan, my hands sliding to her pigtails and wrapping them in my fingers. I slowly and gently guide her as she starts to bob again, her small pouty mouth slurping on my head and tonguing the underside as her hands stroke me.
What we’re doing is so fucking wrong, and so dirty and obscene. I’m a grown man, twice her age, letting this forbidden little coed slobber all over my cock right in the hallway of the English department where she’s my student. She’s so young, and it’s so wrong, and I’m not going to last much longer.
I reach down with one of my hands and cup one of her soft, full young tits, groaning as I feel her moan around my cock. She starts to pump faster with her hands, her tongue teasing me as her lips slurp at my head. I’ve still got one hand in her hair, gently guiding her as I roll her nipple in my fingers and feel my balls start to tingle.