She pulls away from my hungry kiss to let me pull the sweater over her head, slipping it over her gingery-blonde hair and tossing it aside, before I let my eyes feast on her.
Jesus fucking Christ.
She’s perfect. She’s only eighteen years old, and half my fucking age, and so fucking off-limits, but she’s perfect. She half-strewn across my desk, her breasts high and firm on her chest, the light pink nipples hardened in mouth-watering little points. Her skirt is pushed up around her waist, and with her legs slightly spread, I can see the pink wetness of her tight little pussy.
Off-limits my ass, I’m going to make this girl mine.
She’s moaning as I kiss her, my fingers sliding over her pussy as I drop my jeans and my briefs and step out of them. I shrug my shirt off, and she’s cooing as she runs her hands over my skin and my tattoos and my muscles as I move against her.
“Please, Professor,” she gasps into my mouth as my hand slides up into her hair. “I want you to! I want you to have me.”
And its music to my fucking ears.
I growl into her mouth as I slide the throbbing head of my cock against her dewy wet lips. She feels like hot silk, and I can feel her wetness drip down my cock as I start to push the head inside.
Suddenly, she’s tensing up, and she pulls away from me to bite her lip and furrow her brow.
I stop, and frown. “You okay, honey?” I peer into her wincing face. “Look, we don’t-“
And then I get it. It’s that look in her eye that suddenly floors me.
She’s never done this before.
Holy shit.
I start to shake my head and pull away, but she wraps her legs around me, holding me close. “Wait, no! No, I want you to!”
“Ellie, Jesus, are you-”
She nods her head and I swear.
“No, really! I want it to be you, Professor!”
God help me, my cock twitches when she calls me that. I’m still pressed right up against her, her lips slightly parted around just the head of my cock like two wet petals, and I groan as I feel her muscles there flutter against my cock.
“Ellie, I can’t be your first, honey.”
“You can, Professor Martin.” Her eyes are wide and her face is flushed pink as she holds me against her like that and looks pleadingly into my eyes. “You’re not like the other boys at school here, and I always wanted it to be with a man, like you. I don’t want my first time to be drunk at some frat party.”
The idea of some little frat shitbag touching this girl has me seeing red for a second, and the caveman inside of me screams mine.
The rational part of me wants to resist and say this is wrong, and that we should stop. But it’s the other part of me that already knows what I’m going to do. It’s the primal, animal side of me that wants to claim this girl in every conceivable way. It’s the side of me that wants to make her mine, make her come, and make her scream my name as I fill her fertile young body with my seed.
Ellie takes my hands and slides them across her full, soft tits, and I groan as I feel her rock her hips forward, slipping another quarter inch of my cock head inside of her and making her whimper.
“Please, Professor?” Her tongue darts out across her lips. “Fuck me with that big cock.”
Yeah, take a guess which side wins.
She moans as I grab her face in my hands and kiss her fiercely, bruising her lips with mine. “This is only gonna hurt for a second, baby,” I growl as I start to ease my cock forward. She winces, and then cries out as I start to sink inside. But then suddenly, I just start to slip right inside, and we’re both clutching at each other and moaning as I drive every single thick inch of my cock inside her virgin pussy.
“Oh my GOD!” She moans, tossing her head back and clawing at my chest. “Oh my God it’s so big!”
I let her get used to the size for a second, feeling her impossibly tight young pussy gripping and rippling around my thick shaft. I start to slide out, and her eyes dart up to mine like she’s worried I’m stopping. But then I drive in again, rocking all the way back inside until my balls are resting on her ass, and she moans as her breath catches in her throat.
And then I start to fuck her.
She eases back across my desk as I spread her legs wide and start to pump my cock in and out of that wet little slit. She’s moaning and writhing, and arching her back off the desk as I hold her hips and drive into her again and again.
Her flawless, tight young eighteen year old body fits me like a fucking glove, like her pussy was made for my dick. I slide a hand up to cup and squeeze her gravity-defying tits, bouncing high on her chest as I fuck her with deep, even strokes. Her ginger hair fans out around her head, and her eyes are squeezed shut in ecstasy as she clutches at papers on my desk, sending books and reports scattering across the floor.
“Fuck me, Professor Martin!” She moans, her hands coming to her breasts and pinching her nipples as she gasps and looks up at me. “Show me how a man fucks!”
It’s like a dare, and I growl as I grab her by the hips and just start to pound into her. She starts to gasp and moan beneath me, ‘yes, yes yes’ babbling from her lips as I bury my thick cock in her again and again. And for a second, I’m aware that I’m not even wearing a condom, but I also just don’t fucking care.
I want to fill her up. I want to unload every drop of my cum inside her fertile young body. Fuck it, I want to make her belly swollen with my child.
The very idea of knocking her up like this has my cock throbbing even bigger inside her silky wet pussy, and I know it’s not going to be long before I explode.
She’s so wet and so fucking tight around me. She’s arching and bucking against me, moaning and pulling at her nipples as papers go flying from the desk. Hell, the desk itself starts squeaking against the floor as I pound into her over and over again.
“Oh God, I’m going to come! I’m going to come! Make me come, Professor! Make-!”
Her mouth opens in this silent scream, and then I can feel her already impossibly tight pussy clenching my cock like a velvet vise as she starts to climax. And it’s the reality that my sweet, innocent, straight-A bookworm of a barely legal student is coming with my cock balls deep inside of her, that pushes me over the edge.
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 lo
oks 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.
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.
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.
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