by Madison Faye
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 youn
g, 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.
“Ellie, honey, I’m going to-“
She pulls wetly off my cock, her lips making an obscene slurping sound as she looks up at me. “Do it it in my mouth?”
I groan.
“Please, Professor?” I want to taste it when you come.” Her hands are wetly pumping my cock as she looks up at me, almost pleadingly, those big blue eyes shining. “Come in my mouth, Professor Martin.”
Yeah, that does it. She slides her lips back over me and sucks, and I just explode.
She chokes and sputters a little, but she’s swallowing my cum as I blast rope after thick rope into her sweet young mouth. She gasps, pulling off my cock and stroking me. I roar as two more thick spurts pump out across her heaving, creamy tits.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I’m in shock as I try and find my breath, sagging against the wall behind me and feeling my head spin as Ellie slowly strokes a hand up and down my shaft.
“Oops,” she says with a giggle. “I made a mess.”
God, her saying that so innocently like that with my cum all over her tongue and dripping off her tits that my cock stays rock hard in her hand.
She stands, blushing as she licks her lips. She slides a finger over the cum on her tits and I groan as she licks her finger clean before pulling her tank top back down.
“You taste delicious,” she whispers in my ear, kissing me as I stand there with my dick out trying to catch my breath. Her lips brush against my ear as she reaches down and gives me a tug. “In fact, I might need another taste soon.”
Yeah, I want something again soon, too. Soon like right the fuck now. I want to sink my cock into this girl again. I want to bend her over and bury every single inch of my dick in her impossibly tight, off-limits pussy until I fill it to the brim with my cum.
I can feel the blood pounding thickly in my veins as I pull her against me and kiss her hard, her little whimpered moans like heaven to my ears.
“I need you again,” I growl into her ear, loving the way she gasps and the way her body shivers when I say it.
“I need to fuck you, now.”
I think about pulling my keys out for the office, but I frown. No, this girl needs better than my desk. I curse my apartment being so far off campus.
“I- I know a place,” she says as if reading my thoughts. She bites her lip, her face blushing in the dim light.
“But I’ll have to sneak you in.”
She grabs my hand and turns before looking back at me, smiling in this way that has my heart flip-flopping in my chest. “Follow me, Professor.”
12
Liam
Jesus Christ, her dorm room. What the fuck am I doing.
It's like being here makes this thing even more illicit and scandalous. I’m probably not even allowed to be in here under normal circumstances. Watching one of my eighteen year old students as she slowly pulls her clothes off is beyond the pale. Watching her as she lets her shirt drop to the ground and those utterly perfect, gravity-defying tits swaying high and full on her chest is certainly not something I should be doing. Pulling my pants off and wrapping my hand around my cock as I watch her skirt drop to the ground until she stands there in a tiny pink thong, is probably worse.
But it’s when I push her back on her bed and ease down over her that I know I’m breaking it all. When my mouth is nipping and sucking at that curvy young body, leaving marks across her untouched skin until I get to her panties and inhale the scent of her barely-legal pussy, I’ve gone over the deep end.
And when I slip them down her legs and then kneel there staring at her like these the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in the world, I’m past caring
She’s perfect; strawberry blonde hair cascading around her angelic face with those deep blue eyes looking up at me. Her cheeks flushed pink; pink like the soft pink nipples peaking her heavenly tits. Fuck me, I could bury my face for days in the soft, creamy skin of those breasts and the way they defy fucking gravity in the way they sit so high and perky on her chest despite being so big.
And she’s so fucking wet for me that I can see it glistening in the low light of her dorm room. I can see how ready and willing that tight little pussy is, ready for me as I hover above her about to plunge my cock balls deep into that impossibly tight channel.
Yeah, this girl is perfect, but she’s also so fucking wrong. She’s barely legal, and she’s a student; my student for God’s sake. She’s my perfect, straight-A student that sits front and center in my freshman English lit class. The one I lose my damn words over when I get sucked into watching her. The one I lose my place in my readings over when I watch her chewing on the end of her pen, her eyes lost in the book in front of her, or when she crosses and uncrosses her legs. She’s not trying to be sexy, but that’s exactly what gets me hard as a fucking rock for her.
I doubt the University would be happy to know about my lusting over a student, but I know they’d be more than pissed if they could see me now, with the head of my cock brushing against her silken, pouty pussy.
Her fingernails drag up my back, her hips undulating as if begging me with her body to plunge into her. I’m all too willing to oblige.
She whimpers when I enter her, sliding my thick tool deep inside of her and practically choking on my breath at how impossibly tight and wet she is.
Of course she is, she’s only done this once before.
Once before, with me, when I popped her cherry and took her innocence. When I had her writhing on my cock, bucking against me and coming like a damn train going off the rails. When she begged me to fill her, and when I finally let go and pumped every drop of cum deep inside her young, unprotected pussy.
It’s barely been twenty-four hours since, but I can’t even believe I’ve lasted this long without another taste. That honey between her legs is like my Goddamn drug, and I know I’m hopelessly addicted to it.
She rocks her hips up off the bed, moaning as the extra leverage grinds my cock even deeper inside of her; so deep that there’s no way I could possible fill her small body any further. It’s almost obscene the way her pink pussy lips stretch around my thick shaft, or how small and delicate she looks under my much older, muscled body.
Obscene like a man my age fucking a girl her age. Obscene like taking an eighteen year old girl’s cherry on the top of my desk. Obscene like how wrong it is on every level for me to be looking at this girl, much less plunging my cock in and out of her clenching, willing pussy.
I’d had the door locked and the shade drawn yesterday, when I tasted that young body for the first time and when I pushed through her innocence and claimed her as mine. We’re in her dorm room now, though, and the door’s not locked. Her damn roommate could walk in at any time and see us like this, and God knows what sort of shit would hit the fan then.
Fuck, I can hear other students partying down the hall - other students I probably teach, come to think of it. And none of them can possibly know that I’m balls deep in one of their peers right now. None of them would guess in a million years that the goody-two-shoes teacher’s pet that sits at the front of the class and aces every test, and does every extra-credit assignment with flying colors is moaning under me and clawing at my back while her pussy milks me for all that I’m worth. None of them would ever guess that the girl with the black-rimmed glasses, and the hair pulled back in a ponytail, and the normally conservative dress for a college girl her age is now spread-eagle under her professor without a stitch of clothing save for a pair of knee-high socks, glasses to the side, and her hair wild and free across the sheets beneath her.
She’s so fucking tight and so wet, lik
e a silken glove around my bare cock. Oh, right, as if this needed anything else to be more obscene. Not only am I fucking a student half my age, but I’m bare and totally unprotected inside of her. And just like yesterday, I don’t give a fuck. Just like yesterday, I have a single, primal urge to fill this girl with my seed and make her mine.
Mine, more than she already is.
She’s moaning and whimpering beneath me, making these little cooing sounds that have my cock surging inside of her. She wraps her legs around me, pumping up to meet my thrusts as I start to fuck her harder and deeper, as if urging me on. And any fear I have of hurting her, or breaking her somehow - as small as she is and as big as my cock is inside of her - goes right out the window. Because I know she wants as much as I can give her, and damn am I going to give it to her.
She gasps as I grab her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck as I bite at the skin there. “You want me to fill you up again, don’t you,” I growl, sliding my cock deep and feeling my heavy balls slap against her tight little ass. “You want to feel me come inside this tight little pussy, don’t you?”
“Oh, God! Yes!” She moans. “Yes, Professor Martin, I want it!”
I groan, hearing her say my professional name like that again, like she did yesterday. It makes the whole thing even dirtier, and even more lewd to hear her call me “professor” like that, and I can feel the cum start boil inside my balls.
She whimpering and moaning, her hands clawing at my back and her hips urging me on as I feel her near-virginal pussy start to clench around me. I know she’s close, and I want to make her come harder than she’s ever come before. I know no other man, and no other boy has ever touched her - a thought that gets me harder than steel. But I want to make her come like she’s never even conceived of coming before. I want to sear the memory of my cock buried so deep inside of her, my voice in her ear, and my cum filling her up until it dribbles down her legs, so vividly across her mind that she never forgets this moment.