Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  I began to slip him through my lips, my mouth as tight as it could be and still take him in. I didn't know much about sucking cock other than maybe I should be sucking on him. He liked that more than enough, his kind fingers running through my hair. I felt another hand on my shoulder, Professor Reese's. "Remember to use your tongue when he's inside you too, Abby."

  A faint nod, and I did just that, letting it wrap around him stimulate him on top of my sucks. My hands massaged his balls, and jerked the base of his cock, helping him get fully hard. All my work soon started to pay off, as I felt him reach his full strength inside, his size poking and stretching my cheeks.

  "Excellent! Now try to take him deeper down your throat. It may be uncomfortable, but the joy of pleasing your partner commonly outweighs any personal discomfort. If you truly want nothing more than to please him, you do anything you can."

  Patrick gasped, his head slowly nodding back, managing the pleasures I was massaging into his cock. Professor Reese was right. I wanted Patrick to like me. Love me. Do unto others seem to also apply to sex, I was quickly learning. Slowly, I took one deep breath, and took my crush deeper down my throat. I gagged, but fought it. All of him inside my lips, all of it. The pressure jerking his flesh, my tongue lubricating his penetration. I loved it. It was uncomfortable as Professor Reese said, but the way it made me feel, a dirty, sexual being. It was all worth it.

  He helped guide his cock in and out of my mouth, his breaths staggering bit by bit. A salty substance touched my tongue. My smile went further. If I wanted to, I could make him cum right down my throat, and I was tempted by the idea, desiring to get a nice big taste of him.

  It wasn't to be. Gently, Professor Reese pushed Patrick away from me, his cock sliding out of my mouth, my tongue giving it one last rub as it did so, a trickle of precum dribbling out of the corner of my grin. "You're going to have to wait, Patrick. I can't have you wasting your seed in her throat. The lesson calls for your testicles to have their full reserve ready."

  A sigh. He really wanted to cum right then and there, but for me, I was wondering what the next part of the lesson was. The class watched intently, the boys admiring me, chatting about me to the others in the room. I couldn't make out all of the conversations, but I did catch one guy asking his girlfriend why can't she do that to him.

  "Abby, please stand, and lay back on the table here, and spread your legs." Professor Reese took my hand, guiding me to my feet. I enjoyed the sudden freedom to breath unhindered by cock.

  The precarious padded table in the center of the room - this is what it was for, what she had planned all along. I laid back on it, the cold leather warming quickly to my body heat. I spread my legs and closed my eyes to think. I was about to lose my virginity. In front of the entire class. I always expected it to be a tender, loving experience, not something cold and clinical like this.

  She loomed tall over me, running her fingers over my flesh. My body was still fired up, taking my crush's cock down my throat turning me on even more than before. She waved Patrick over, him hovering over me. We shared another look. Television had always told me that boys wanted nothing more than to shove it in you. I didn't get that headstrong boldness from him. His glance told me he wanted it, but maybe he didn't want to get it this way, that he wanted my permission to do these things to me, instead of just following the teacher's instruction.

  Professor Reese crossed her arms before the class. "Modern sexuality is a more balanced relationship. While giving oral is innately a selfless act, we expect to receive the same in return. So if Abby sucked Patrick's cock, it's only fair that Patrick eat Abby out. Have you eaten pussy before, Patrick?"

  He nodded eagerly. "Not much I love more, Professor Reese."

  My heart skipped a beat, realizing I could put off the inevitable a bit longer. Not to mention my curiosity about Patrick's enthusiasm. His coarse hands ran down my thighs, gliding into my folds, replacing Reese's hands with his own. While my professor had her own graceful way of pleasing me, I knew that I liked men, Patrick's touch was much more wonderful. Those thick fingers digging into my pussy, pushing into my walls, his head lowering, and his hot breath tickling every sensitive part. His tongue replaced fingers, licks going over the sensitive areas and circling the outside of my sex. Moist, warm, it was intoxicating as it sent waves of delight over me.

  I could sit back and enjoy it. Patrick was doing all of this just for me, and it was wonderful. That tongue pushed past my lower lips and delved into my walls, pushing against it and tickling me. He kept his thumb on my clit, massaging with his touch, a shock each time he brushed over it, ripples of sensation flowing through me. My hands went to his head, pushing him deeper, doing my part to encourage him to keep going, my breaths short, my neck dropping my head so the class could view my moaning face.

  There was something special about being seen like this, letting people see you worshiped as a goddess by some hot guy. Denied attention for years, my body wanted it so much, and it was now getting it. I was beautiful. It wasn't a mantra to get me to take my clothes off anymore. I now fully believed it.

  I had to release his hair, and let him do his thing. My body began to tense, and I pushed myself up to deal with the onslaught of delights that were being given to my body. I still fought the moan, the quiet virgin inside me still finding great shame, not yet ready to accept my delight. "Please - Patrick, Oh..."

  "Watch Abby, closely, class." Professor Reese, continued, gently petting my hair as I coped with the building pressure in my core. "Unlike the male, I have no reason to deny Abby the opportunity to cum this moment. Many women aren't multi-orgasmic, but finding out one's sexual appetite and limits is one of the great joys of sexuality. Abby will answer that question shortly, because she must know that she's not done after this."

  Not done after this? I didn’t know whether to dread or embrace the statement, the sensations through my body dangling me over the cliff of something greater. I had to stop biting my tongue, letting a low moan come through me. More rapidly, Patrick rubbed his thumb over my clit, sending a pounding pleasure over me, again and again. Just a little more and I'd find something greater than anything before.

  That little more came as my devious professor leaned behind me, and began to rub my nipples, pinching them around the areola. Patrick slapped his tongue onto my clit, the moist press at last sending me over to orgasm. I cried out loud, and despite every eye in the room being on me, I didn't notice them. I only knew the feelings that pounded through me at that moment in time.

  My crush dragged it out, pressuring my tender clit, and I think I loved him for it. Professor Reese cupped my breasts as she continued her lesson. "There are some that believe the female orgasm helps with conception. This isn't a unanimous belief, but I personally believe we should embrace it anyway. There's nothing sexier than knowing the man you're with has the ability to bring you the greatest pleasures you'll ever know."

  Panting, I started to decline from my high, and the professor lowered me down to the table gently. I looked up at her, adding gratitude to my bewildered appearance.

  "Now the main event. Foreplay is invaluable as you've seen, but penetration is absolutely necessary if we're discussing the foundation of sexuality - procreation. Patrick, prepare to penetrate Abby here."

  That brought me down to Earth real fast. I grabbed my Professor's hand concerned. Could I trust Patrick to be gentle with me for my first time?

  She didn't pay me any mind beyond continuing to caress my breasts and stomach. "Abby, as some of you may have figured out, is a virgin."

  I shuddered with vague embarrassment. She did announce it to the class, just not in the way I expected.

  "What you have seen thus far is her first sexual experience with another person. She's taking to it quite well. But the human body has flaws, flaws that bring us anxiety. I speak of course, of the hymen. Vestigial, serving no real purpose, society has taken it as a symbol of purity. A woman with one, of course, must still be a virgin. Disregard
ing the the many other ways to lose this flap of skin, it leads many girls to be quite afraid of their first times."

  Patrick loomed over me, breathing deeply. His cock head bounced against my pussy lips, filling my imagination with thoughts of the immediate future. His face read uncertainty as he looked to me. His lips moved, and although I couldn't hear his voice, I read them clearly. "Are you okay with this?"

  He didn't want to take me unless I wanted it. My heart told me, that even as I barely knew the guy, if I shook my head with a firm 'No', he'd march out of this classroom and eat any punishment rather than do something that could never be taken back.

  "Now, you can choose to get rid of it via a finger, a sex toy, or other ways, but western culture has attached a great deal of intimacy to losing it to penetration by a penis. Abby here is doing us a great service, sharing with us one of the most memorable moments of her life for us to observe, and we should all thank her for volunteering." Professor Reese led a round of clapping.

  I gazed over to the rest of the students. Their eyes never left me as they clapped. Like watching a virgin suffer through her first time made it all the more interesting, that my pain was going to make their day. I squeezed my pussy's muscles, as if I were bracing myself for a blow that was coming down on me.

  "The loss of the hymen doesn't have to ruin the first sexual experience by any means. There are ways to overpower that pain, such as overwhelming the female with pleasure." In an instant, Professor Reese's hand went down to my clit, still tender from the orgasm Patrick brought me. She gently massaged it, glancing down at my crush. "Push into her pussy slowly. Class, pay attention to Abby's face, read her reactions to a cock in her slit for the very first time."

  Patrick still had his sight locked with mine. He was awaiting my answer.

  Enthusiastically, I nodded.

  I closed my eyes, expecting pounding blood and agony everywhere. So many horror stories. I was going to suffer in front of my whole class, all of them seeing me at my most vulnerable. How would I be able to look at them after all of this?

  Simply bliss as he began to slide his cock through my tender folds. That pulsing organ was something unlike what my vibrator or even his tongue could ever hope to bring me. Maybe it was all over-played nonsense, and I wouldn't feel a thing?

  Wrong. Stabbing pain shot through my core, a grimace overtaking my face. The gradual and calm nature of Patrick didn't rush it, and Professor Reese was right there, her finger on my clit, rubbing the aching nub again, sending a counter to the pain through me. Utter delight. My body was overwhelmed and conflicted, and I think I even smiled through it, and Patrick continued to push in, the flow of blood trickling out of my pussy from around his cock.

  "Oh. I forgot to put a towel down. Oh well." The professor mused as she saw our juices starting to flow. She never let up calmly petting my clit, letting Patrick lift up my legs and bring that cock deeper inside. The pain of virginity was as gone as my virginity itself, as Patrick began to rock in and out of me over and over. No pain, no grimace, only joy on my face, wave after wave of sensation rippling through my body from the friction between us.

  Faster and faster, Patrick picked up his pace, seeing I was far past the point of the innocent virgin anymore. His balls slapped into my ass, the slick sounds of our meeting filling my ears rhythmically, as I reached up and placed my hands around his head, and did my best to move into him, bucking, and this time squeezing my pussy muscles to please him even further. He leaned down, his bare, shaved chest squeezing against my breasts, and laid his first kiss on me.

  It amazed me how such a simple act could bring me into lust even further. Our tongues tangled, and sparks ignited in my head much like they were surging through the rest of my body. It was tender, almost romantic if you'd believe. If we weren't fucking on a padded table in front of the whole class and our professor, anyway.

  He broke the kiss, and looked right into my eyes, never slowing his growing pace of pounding into me. "You've been dominating my mind the past few days, Abby. Getting to see your body, and everything about you this soon? This is beyond something I could ever even dream. To be fucking you on top of it? And being your first? God, the pressure is on me to fuck the ever living shit out of you and give you something to remember for a lifetime."

  "Ohh..." I struggled to reply, but I think a smile and a moan got the message across as he pistoned in and out of me, the orgasmic pleasure I had felt only minutes before rapidly coming back. I didn't want this to end, but I knew it would, eventually.

  "What you see here class," Professor Reese began again, "Is the classic missionary position of intercourse. The man on top, controlling it. It is often regarded as the most boring position, but there is something great it brings that many others fail to do. You can look right into your lovers eyes, see their soul, their passions, their reactions to every little move you make. It is also an ideal position for procreation, and why for centuries reactionary prudes said this was the only Godly way to enjoy the fruits of marriage."

  Reese slapped Patrick's ass as she continued to pace around.

  "But this is a secular university, so I am requesting that Patrick and Abby adjust themselves, and experience a new position."

  Patrick looked at me and sort of shrugged. "What do you want to do, babe?"

  I looked over, and considered my position through my haze, as Patrick slowed down. His own body shielded mine from the eyes of the class, giving me a vague sense of modesty. I was no longer a virgin. Nothing should hold me back from fully expressing my sexuality without restraint. I wanted the real me to come out, not the quiet dork who kept my spirit locked away. "Let - let me ride you, Patrick."

  He raised an eyebrow. I felt him leave me, a regrettable sensation. I slid myself off the table, sweating, and already sore from everything I had experienced so far. I had it in me to drive myself to experience something else, and complete the lesson that Professor Reese wanted us to teach. The lesson that would let his cum flood my womb, for me to experience that sensation for the very first time.

  Patrick laid back on the table, and I climbed up, my hand wrapping around his cock. My breasts were open for the entire class to see, my pussy as well. Nothing was hidden as I straddled him, lowering my wanting slit onto his ample cock. My body ached for him, from even the brief moments of not having his love. With him well aimed, I dropped, letting gravity plunge him deep inside me, feeling him fill me almost entirely, the head of his cock in prime position to get his sperm where it needed to go.

  I looked over the classroom, my captive audience. It was suppose to be a lesson, but it was just as much a show, and I was the star, center stage. With my hands on Patrick's chest, I pushed myself up on him, his cock rubbing against my walls as he withdrew, and the sudden shock that came with the plunge back inside. The surge of delights was quite potent, more sudden and powerful than him simply fucking me. It was a different flavor of the same great dish, all wonderful in their own way.

  Patrick placed his hands on my hips, and used all that lean muscle to help me ride him, letting me pop up and down on his cock, harder, and faster. The pressure so completely building through me. This was going to be something marvelous.

  "Our volunteers have switched to a cowgirl position." Professor Reese said, breaking her own amusement at our show, and remembering her job as teacher. "This position allows the woman to be in greater control of the intercourse. We can see that Abby is readily and fiercely fucking her partner now, a vast change from when she started and she was reluctant at best. The downsides of this position, of course, are a decreased chance of fertilization due to that pesky gravity, but we'll have plenty of times to try for conception the rest of the week."

  Again? I'll get to feel this again? Yes! I was lost in myself. My body bounced happily on top of Patrick, my breasts whipping against my chest, my hair going wherever it wanted in my frenzy. My eyes opened and saw that I had created a captive and driven audience, and that I wanted them to see the real me. I was a s
exy woman, a sexy woman who wanted everyone to know her lusts. I let my moans be my roar of affirmation. I wasn't fighting them anymore, letting my mouth hang loose. Any sound was free to escape.

  "Note the moaning that Abby is now doing. A theory of some sociologists is that mankind isn't meant to be a monogamous creature. That the woman's passionate moans during intercourse are meant to be her call for other men to come and fuck her as well. It could be said that the gangbang is truly the natural human way of procreation."

  Even in my lusty haze, I managed to flash my professor a look.

  "But perhaps that's for another day, another lesson."

  I didn't need a gangbang right now. Patrick was enough. I kept up my gleeful bouncin fuck onto his cock, and he did his part in helping me keep up the pace. One hand of his slid in, and placed a thumb on my clit, already quite stimulated by the running of his rod into my sex. That little bit of extra stimulation kicked up my journey up toward nirvana, and pounding sensations throughout my core were overtaking me quickly.

  Until I couldn't fight it. One last thrust and I wasn't bouncing anymore, it was on Patrick's powerful hands and hips to keep that cock slamming in and out of me, my body submitting to the great pleasures I had been working toward for the past hour. All over, my nerves flared with wild delight, my back arching so profoundly, my muscles tightening all over, most profoundly in my pussy, bliss forcing it quiver around his pounding cock.

  I collapsed forward onto my lover, his arms crossing my back, pulling me close as his rapid rate slowed, his groans sounding into my ear, and one last thrust drove his cock deep into me, our bodies embraced and tangled with one another. A shudder, and I felt his cock begin to pulse, his hot cream following.