“Madison Davis,” I replied.
“Well, nice to meet you Madison Davis,” he said, his eyes meeting mine and refusing to release them. “Why are you stuck in here on a Friday night?” He pulled another one of the overstuffed chairs beside me and sat. I set my oversized book on the floor beside me.
“Studying” I said, slight sarcasm leaking into my voice.
He grinned, and then clarified. “Usually, freshmen are out partying after studying all week.”
“What makes you think I’m a freshman?” I was surprised by my light flirting, suddenly wet, and mostly alone in the library.
“I don’t think,” he teased. “I know.”
“And how could you possibly know something like that?”
“You’re in here every night,” he said. “So I asked around. I had to wonder why a girl as gorgeous as you was always studying.”
My breath was in my throat. I had never been called gorgeous by anyone, and only my grandma called me beautiful. I was average at best, mousy at worst – small, just 5’ 3” with average breasts and tiny hips. I wear tortoise shell glasses, and while my long dark brown hair is certainly pretty, it’s definitely not beautiful. Same with my eyes, a light chestnut, but nothing special, just like my mouth and my nose.
“Y…y..you think I’m beautiful,” I stammered, dumbstruck.
“I said gorgeous,” Daniel smiled. “And yeah, don’t you own a mirror?”
“Uhh..Thank You?” I said, not used to compliments that didn’t involve test scores or potential.
“You’re quite welcome,” he said, his half-cocked grin lit the green in his eyes.
“Do you find me amusing?”
“I find you interesting,” he said, in a voice that said he meant it. “Far too interesting to spend another minute in here, at least tonight.” He leaned from his chair over to mine. “How about you put the books away for the night, and have a drink with me?”
“I don’t drink,” I said automatically.
“Never?”
“Never.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” he grin grew impossibly wider.
I wrestled with myself inside, knowing this was a chance to be brave, an opportunity to do something outside of my overly comfortable and familiar routine. It took a long minute, but staring at this weary, attractive man in the chair beside me, and feeling the wet in my panties, I made my decision. “Sure, why not?” I said.
My enthusiasm sounded brighter than I actually felt, since most of me was SAT morning nervous. I’d never been out with a man before, and had truly never had a drink. I packed my things, and to my surprise, he took my hand and led me from the library.
“Should I go home and change?” I asked, looking down at my plain jeans and hoodie.
“No need,” he said. “You’re perfect.”
I shook my head in silent shock as he led me to his car, a large black SUV, a Cadillac Escalade I noticed as we approached. He opened my door, then took my bag and tossed it in the back seat. We wound our way through the small campus, then a short 5-minute drive later, parked in front of a small restaurant. The parking lot was dotted with older cars. A spark of curiosity lit to a fire as I stared at the small wood building with a tiny sign above the front door that said The Faculty.
Daniel killed the engine, stepped from the car and opened my door, then held his hand out so I could easily climb from the cabin. We stepped through the doors and I immediately understood how the place got its name.
There were no students, but there were plenty of my professors scattered around the restaurant, some eating, some at the bar drinking, some at a table with other professors, laughing and trading stories.
Daniel led me to a small booth toward the back, and then gestured for me to sit. He climbed into the booth across from me, staring as if he was searching for the right assembly of words. She looked at me as if she’d never seen a student before.
“What can I get you?” She asked.
I looked to Daniel, unsure. “Two Jack and Cokes,” he said, never moving his eyes from mine. “When was the last time you ate?” he asked, concerned.
“Noonish,” I said.
“Some rolls too please,” he said
“Coming up,” the waitress said, and then was gone.
Daniel fueled the conversation, asking me about everything from my major to my hometown. He wanted to know my favorite books, movies, and music. We had a lot in common. He was a law professor; I was majoring in Literature, which explained why we had never crossed paths before the library. Outside our primary focus, it seemed we enjoyed many of the same things, we talked about everything, and I was relaxed from the drink, which made it easier to open up.
I wasn’t sure if it was the drink, or the professor himself, but something was making my pussy pound, as it never had before. This was more than the excitement between the pages; this was the promise of a body beside mine. I couldn’t stop thinking that the panties absorbing my soak wouldn’t simply be another wet pair that went in the wash. If everything went as I was starting to hope it would go, these panties would be the first pair to hold the soak of another man, too.
Daniel was kind and open, and I found myself hungry for whatever he might do to me. His weariness had faded, and his eyes danced with interest. He told me how he had lost his wife eight years earlier, and I told him all about my sheltered existence. We ordered more drinks, and continued talking for another two hours. Occasionally one of the other professors would come by to say hi, including my history professor, to my great embarrassment. I wondered if he could tell how hot I was.
The new feelings were pounding through my body, no doubt buoyed by the alcohol, but it was more than that, too. I had found someone I could relate to, someone who seemed to understand me. When he asked me to come home with him, I felt another flood in my pussy, and was suddenly anxious to get something besides my own fingers inside it.
He paid the bill, and then we headed out the door toward the Escalade. The evening had turned chilly, and I shivered. He got me seated, then turned on the heat and drove from the parking lot. His house was just on the edge of town, an old farmhouse off a dirt road.
Daniel’s home was inviting. He told me to feel free to look around while he started a fire and made the place warm. I wandered the small rooms. He must have opened the wall to the dining room, since there wasn’t one, so he could turn the parlor into a large office. Wall size bookshelves covered three of the four walls, while a large picture window covered the fourth. His desk was facing toward the books and away from the window. I ran my finger along the rows of books, envying his collection. An entire wall was dedicated to law, while others held everything from Shakespeare to Stephen King.
I heard him approach quietly behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear. “Come enjoy the fire with me.”
I followed him to the sparsely decorated living room, with three pieces of art on the wall, a few chairs, and a large comfortable looking couch facing the fireplace. We sat on the couch and he turned his eyes to mine.
“I have to admit, I am smitten by you.”
“Me too,” I whispered quietly, my eyes staring at the hands braided in my lap. He pulled me closer and gently kissed me. I kissed him back, grabbing his head and pulling him toward me. A lifetime of deprivation had fueled my intensity.
Daniel pushed me onto the couch and climbed on top of me, then continued to shower me with kisses. His mouth was soft, and gentle, yet insistent. My panties filled with fluid, and my head started to swim. My pussy was aching like it never had before. Daniel reached to my waist and pulled my sweatshirt from my body, revealing my tight white tank top, nipples hard and pushing against the thin fabric. He kissed my neck, then trailed his tongue along my skin to the bottom lobe of my ear, sending a wave of pleasure through my aching body.
“Daniel, please,” I moaned, trying to sit.
“Madison, sweet Madison, what’s wrong baby, tell me what I�
��m doing wrong,” he pleaded.
“You’re doing everything right!” I insisted,“but I’ve never…. I’m not…” I stumbled for the words.
“Oh baby,” he whispered, “I’ll show you, I’ll be gentle with you, please, I want you so bad,” he groaned.
I pulled the professor close to me and we began again, starting with his lips on mine, but quickly returning to the trails along my neck. He gently ran his fingers up my breasts, making small circles with his thumbs around my taut nipples. I involuntary let out a deep moan as a surge of electricity shot from my nipples down to my aching hole. I was embarrassed by my involuntary noises, so I turned red and stiffened underneath him.
He looked up at me, but my eyes were turned in embarrassment.
“It’s okay Madison,” he said, “I want to make you moan, I want to please you. Come on,” he pulled me to my feet, then led me up the stairs to a large bedroom with mahogany furniture, a king sized bed facing an already roaring fireplace.
He led me to the bed, then lay down beside me. He leaned over to kiss me, this time his hands freely roaming my body, and as he settled again on my nipples. I moaned again, my hips bucking up.
“That’s it baby, just feel it, moan for me,” he begged.
I leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips, then removed his shirt, longing to kiss him how he had kissed me. I nibbled on his neck, not sure if I was any good, but answering my own intense need to run my hands across his chest. He groaned, “You can’t imagine how good that feels.”
Daniel took me by surprise, flipped me on my back, and then removed my tank top, spilling my breasts in the air. “You are so beautiful,” he moaned, moving his mouth around my erect nipples. His tongue flicked over the nubs, sending me into a frenzy, as he lowered his head to suckle more.
“Oh God, that feels so goooood,” I moaned. “Please don’t STOP.”
Daniel didn’t. He continued to suck me, running his hands down to my jeans, unbuttoning them quickly, then sliding his warm hands into the inferno between my legs.
“You are soaked, baby. Do I turn you on?” he joked.
“You have no idea!” I moaned. His fingers were moving steadily in my jeans now, and my hips were bucking against his hand. He went back to sucking my tits, and I was lost again to the fresh feelings flowing through my body. “Pooh,” I moaned, “oh God, oh GOD!” I screamed.
“You’re so hot, I want you Madison, please touch me,” he groaned. He stood and removed his jeans and boxers, then moved to my side of the bed and pulled off my pants so I was completely naked, exposed in a way I’d never been before. He climbed over me, and then lay beside me. We reached for one another at the same time, pressing our aching bodies together.
I reached down and touched his cock, loving the silk of his skin, tight and hard. “Mmmmm,” he moaned, rubbing the nub above my slit.
“I want to see you,” I moaned. I sat up, and then stared at an erect dick for the first time in my life. He was beautiful, his penis hard and thick. I had nothing to compare it to, but it looked enormous to my virgin eyes. I stared in his eyes as I stroked him. Daniel guided my hand gently up and down until I got the hang of it. He grunted under my touch until he started leaking a clear liquid. “Are you cumming?” I asked, unsure.
“No baby,” he said. “That’s pre-cum. It’s like you getting wet.” His explanation came behind a heavy groan.
“I want to try sucking you” I whispered, embarrassed again.
“Oh God, I want it, Madison, I want that so much,” he moaned.
“Will you teach me?” I whispered, my eyes still down and hand still stroking him. I couldn’t get over my embarrassment.
“I’ll show you,” he moaned. “Lean down, and lick the tip of my cock,” he said.
I did as instructed, and was surprised that his pre-cum was slightly sweet along with the salty. I loved the way he tasted and was beyond turned on, and getting hotter from the heat of what I was doing.
“That’s it baby, lick me, now put my cock in your mouth, mmmm, just like that, you’re driving me crazy!” He started to pant. “Now suck it, slide your tongue all over me, suck me,” he moaned. His words grew incoherent as he flapped around on the bed, so I took over on my own, sucking and licking, my hand moving up and down as I sucked, teasing his dick tip with my tongue, sliding down his entire shaft and sending shivers through my own body.
“Ooooohhhhhh, I’m cumming baby, I’m going to cum in your mouth,” he groaned. I sucked harder, wanting him inside me, but wanting to please him more.
The first shot of hot cum was a shock and I almost gagged, but swallowed quickly and was ready for more. With each shot he grunted, pushing his cock (I loved how dirty the word sounded) further into my mouth so I could suck him off.
“Mmmm,” I moaned. I was so hot, my pussy was soaking his bed, “You taste so good,” I grunted, licking his cock and savoring his flavor. He sat breathing for a minute, before pushing me down. He devoured my breasts and licked down my stomach until he was between my legs. His tongue slid up one thigh, then the other.
“Uuuhhhhh” I moaned. My soaking hole was on fire and squirting hot juices.
“Your cunt is SO wet baby, now I’m going to make you cum,” he whispered.
He slipped his tongue up my center, and I screamed “Oooohhhhh GOOOOODDD.”
My head started to swim, and I couldn’t separate one wave on intensity from another. I was going crazy, my cunt aching, throbbing, and begging me for the orgasm I’d never had. Daniel kept sliding up and down my slit, probing his tongue deeper into my cunt. The tongue fucking felt beyond amazing, I suddenly found my hand curled into his hair, as I pushed his face further into me.
“Oh Daniel! Oh God, I think I’m cumming Daniel!” I screamed.
He didn’t stop, but clamped down on my clit and sucked, then inserted two fingers into my tight cunt. I came immediately, my back arching and ass lifting high in the air. My entire body shook, as I came a second time, and then again, .my deprived body making up for lost time.
“OOOooooohhhhh,” I screamed with every spasm.
“That’s it baby, cum for me,” Daniel groaned. He moved to kiss me, his tongue teasing mine. I could taste my juices, and that turned me on even more. I felt so good, my body still quaking from the multiple orgasms. Daniel lay beside me, running his fingers over my body, filling me with electricity as my tense nerves were still on full alert.
I reached over and kissed him again. “Thank you,” I whispered.
“Oh sweetie, you are so amazing,” he said sweetly, “I want to make love to you, I want to be your first,” he pleaded. Daniel pulled my hand down so I could feel his hard cock; thick, throbbing and ready for more.
“Yes, please…” I hesitated before I finished my sentence. “Fuck me,” I said so quietly I wasn’t sure he heard me.
He climbed on top of me. “Spread your legs baby, I want to see your hot little slit,” he moaned. I did as I was told and Daniel guided his cock into my tight pussy. He began to enter and I tensed, expecting pain. But when he slid in further, I came again, screaming his name.
“OOOHHHHH…OOOOHHHH,” I moaned, as he slammed his cock deep inside me, breaking my hymen, and making me cum again. My body was bucking wildly against his, grabbing his ass and pulling him deeper. “Fuck me…..More, More!” I demanded, “Fuck me Daniel! Fuck me hard!”
Every drop of embarrassment had disappeared, and my pussy was throbbing hard against him as he continued slamming into me.
“Oh Jesus baby, Oh god, your pussy feels so GOOD!!”
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” I screamed again as another orgasm rocked my body, my cunt contracting against his cock, squeezing him hard against the walls of my aching slit.
“Oh baby, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum deep inside you,” he grunted, pounding harder and harder until he exploded and our blended orgasms sent us over the edge, bucking against each other until we were spent.
We rolled off each other breathing heavily,
and then lay together for the longest time, until he finally pulled me to him, spooning my body against his.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” he whispered.
“Me too,” I said grinning, laughing aloud as he joined me.
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Fucking in the Hayloft
It was late June on the calendar, and the sticky of summer was getting me sweaty, both in and out of my clothes, making me want to wear little to nothing and go jumping into the first puddle of water wide enough to call a swimming hole.
I’d just celebrated my 19th birthday a month before, and was finally settling into the adult life I’d been dreaming of ever since I was a little girl looking up at my mom, dad and all the other grownups in my tiny world.
I’d been in love with horses ever since the lady up the street, Mrs. Reed, let me clean the stable and sometimes ride her mare, Cheyenne, so I was thrilled to get a job working at a riding stable. The job was clearly more challenging than scooping ice cream at Dairy Queen, which I’d done ever since I first turned 16, but the work was definitely worth the rewards.
The workday started at 7 AM sharp, with the brushing, feeding, and saddling of the horses, which all had to be finished before customers piled in at eight for the first ride of the day. Dragging my ass from my sleeping bag after a full night of beer and giggles was about three counties outside of easy, which made every morning hard as petrified wood since that’s how I spent every night. But at 19 I was living the life I’d always dreamed so complaining felt close to illegal.
I was on my own for the first time in my life, paying my own way just like I wanted, meaning there wasn’t no one in the world to tell me what I could and couldn’t do.
It was hot enough to make my teeth sweat on the day Joe entered the barn, demanding my attention along with every other drawn foot on the hay. His eyes wore an icy blue, demanding notice, and the long ponytail spilling to the middle of his back, along with his powerful chest and shoulders made him look not too different from the horses.
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