Unprotected 4

by Freya Kane

  I shook my head slightly, unwilling to take my mouth off his cock to answer. The truth was, there were a few other teachers on campus that were young and good looking. I’d flirted a bit with them, and even tried to fantasize, wondering if my attraction to Asher was a teacher fetish instead, but none of them had my body trembling in forbidden arousal the way Asher’s did.

  I tasted salt on the tip of my tongue and I knew Asher had to be close to blowing.

  “Stop,” Asher ordered, and I lifted my head off his cock with a pop. Asher pulled me to my feet, my legs still unsteady from the desperate sensations I was feeling from the plug. He lead me back to the desk, and I found myself bent over that hard wooden surface again.

  I expected to feel Asher slide into my poor, empty pussy, but instead, his fingers grasped the base of the plug and yanked it out. I gasped at the strange feeling back there. I felt so open and needy. I needed something ANYTHING to fill at least one of my holes.

  Before I could open my mouth to protest, Asher’s hand was between my legs, rubbing his fingers through my dripping pussy until they were coated with my juices.

  “Yes,” I hissed. “Fuck my pussy, Asher!”

  Asher laughed. “Not quite.” I heard the wet sound of his hand on his cock as he slicked himself up with my pussy juices and then the thick, blunt head of his dick was pressing against my stretched ass.

  Even though the plug had done a good job of loosening my virginal hole, Asher’s cock was still incredibly thick. Inch by inch he pushed inside me, his girth burning as he stretched my tight passage.

  “So tight,” he growled. “Your ass is like fucking steel bands around my dick. I wish you could see this Maia. Seeing my cock sliding in between your cheeks. . . fuck just seeing it makes me want to come already.” He pushed forward the last inch, his balls brushing my ass as he fully sheathed himself in me.

  “You’ve never had anything in your ass have you?” he asked, his voice tight as he held still and gave me time to adjust. “Not a dick, not a toy, not even your fingers?”

  “No,” I said, breathing deeply through the burning pain. “I never played with myself there, and I never let any of my boyfriends touch me there. You’re the first. I’ve been saving it for your dick,” I purred. Slowly the pain was fading, receding into a pleasant stretch and an incredible feeling of fullness. Cautiously, I bucked my hips back against Asher and gasped as sparks of pleasure lit up my nerve endings.

  Asher curled his hands under my ample breasts, pulling me upright, his body pressed flush against my back. “Does that feel good?” Asher asked, his breath hot against my ear.

  "Y-yes," I stammered, surprised by just how good it did feel just having him buried inside me. With his hands still cupping my cloth-covered breasts, Asher pulled back slightly before thrusting back against me. His thrusts were slow and almost rocking. He took his time, keeping his movements slow, a huge change from the desperate pounding of the last time.

  Asher pushed the front of my dress down and slid his hands inside the cups of my bra, his hands finding my rock hard nipples and squeezing them in time with his thrusts. I couldn’t help glancing downward and staring at the pale fingers squeezing my pink nipples.

  “Touch your clit,” Asher said. “Use both hands on your pussy. I want to feel you come.”

  Asher didn’t need to tell me twice. I had both of my hands between my legs in an instant. Two fingers pressed inside my pussy, sliding into my swollen and aching entrance, while my other hand went right for my clit.

  I pumped my fingers in and out of my body, and I marveled that I could feel Asher’s cock pressing against them from the inside. I stuffed a third finger inside my pussy while my other hand rubbed the swollen button of my clit.

  Every part of me had tightened up and my body was coiled tight as I got closer and closer to coming. Asher’s thrusts were starting to get erratic, and his fingers pinched my nipples harder and harder as he tried to hold back his own orgasm.

  All at once the pleasure slammed into my like a train. My pussy tightened up around my fingers, and I could feel my ass squeeze Asher’s dick like a vise.

  “Fuck!” he roared, burying himself so deep in me that I knew I’d be feeling him with every step. I felt the hot rush of Asher’s come flood my ass, and my knees buckled at the endless waves of bliss that were pouring over me. I grabbed the edge of the desk with my sticky fingers, thankful for the sturdy piece of furniture to keep me upright.

  Slowly Asher pulled out of me. I could feel the warm trickle of his come dripping down the back of my leg and missing with the mess on my inner thighs. There was no way anyone who saw me would have any doubt about what I’d been doing.

  “Maia, turn around,” Asher said, his voice sounding hoarse from pleasure.

  I turned, and Asher pulled me into a rough kiss. “You’re amazing,” he said, smoothing my tangled hair away from my face. “Too amazing. I wish you weren’t my student.” He kissed me again, and this time it was so tender and sweet like I was some delicate, breakable thing.

  “I’m moving out.”

  “What?!?!” I exclaimed. My brain was still foggy with pleasure, and Asher was leaving?

  He smiled sadly. “I can’t stand being cooped up in that house any longer. Fucking you reminded me what it feels like to be excited about something again, Maia! I can’t go back to jerking off in front of a computer every night. I need to find my own place now.”

  My face fell. I had reminded him of what it was like to be young and fun, but he was going to go be young and fun with someone else? Oh hell no!

  Shrugging off his hand, I walked to the door. My legs were still shaky and my clothes were a mess, but I had a little bit of dignity left. I grabbed my backpack from my desk and ran out the door before Asher could say anything else.

  ***

  I avoided Asher.

  I was so distracted that I didn’t even realize I was late until a week had passed since I went to class. Hiding in my bathroom, I took a test and found myself staring at a big blue plus sign a few minutes later.

  Well, I had told him not to come inside me. I was pregnant.

  I left the house early each morning, wandering around campus and wondering if I should tell Asher at all. I had wanted to fuck him. I’d wanted a taste of that thick cock in his pants, and I’d enjoyed every inch of it. I wasn’t even that bothered by the idea that we had to keep things secret.

  But the thought of him hooking up with some other girl that he wouldn’t have to hide things with? It made me want to scream.

  But there was nothing I could do. And now I was carrying his baby.

  After Asher’s car was gone I snuck back to the house and checked his bedroom. His clothes were missing from the closet and the heavy English textbooks that lined the shelf by the bed were gone.

  I’d been skipping his class for the whole week, but I knew I had to go. After all, I’d started our whole affair because of a bad grade. It wouldn’t make sense to wreck my GPA now.

  I slunk into Asher’s class and took a seat in the back. The class wasn’t a huge stadium lecture hall though, so I didn’t have a chance of remaining unnoticed.

  I could feel Asher's eyes on me as soon as I entered the room. I kept my own eyes down on my books, pretending to take notes on his lecture. I expected him to prowl around the room like he usually did, but instead, he stayed behind the podium for the entire class.

  Far too quickly, the bell was ringing and the class was over. I shoved my books into my bag, planning on making a quick escape before he could say anything else.

  “Maia, can you stay after class please?”

  Fuck. No such luck. I knew I could pretend I didn’t hear him and slip out of class, but I’d have to deal with him eventually. Might as well be now.

  I pasted a fake smile on my face and turned to him. “Yes?”

  The last students had filtered out of the class and even though the room was empty the door was still open. Asher grabbed my hips and pulled my body f
lush against his, pressing his lips against mine. I shivered as his tongue pressed against the seam of my closed mouth insistently, and I finally gave in and let him inside. He tasted like coffee and cinnamon gum and everything I wanted, and I melted into him. I could feel the bulge of his erection pressing against my stomach, and wetness flooded my core in anticipation of what I knew was coming.

  Abruptly Asher pulled away, closing and locking the door before coming back to me.

  “What is this about?” he demanded. Pulling a plastic baggie out of his backpack. Inside was the pregnancy test with the plus sign still showing clear as day.

  I played dumb. “I’m not sure where you got that and why you’re showing it to me.”

  Asher gave me a withering look. “It came from your bathroom. Were you going to tell me about it at all? I knew this was a possibility when I came inside you, and the truth is, I wanted to get you pregnant. It seemed like the best way to claim you as mine. But then you avoid me. What gives, Maia?”

  “You said you were moving out,” I said, hating how small my voice sounded. “That you wanted something new.”

  Asher started laughing. “You seriously thought I meant something new OTHER than you?” I gaped at Asher, and he shook his head. “Maia, I like you. You and I have more in common than any other girl I’ve ever met. The teacher/student thing? It doesn’t matter. And I’m not blind. You’re gorgeous, you’re funny, and you love sex as much as I do.” His voice lowered, and his eyes flicked downward to my center, hidden behind a pair of jeans today. “I can’t wait for your breasts to swell and for your belly to start growing.”

  I couldn’t hide the full body shiver that went through me at his words. “Are you wet, Maia?” he asked, his hand cupping the large bulge in the front of his pants.

  I knew he wanted more than just a nod. “Dripping. I bet you could just slide right in so easily.” My hands went to my waist and I unfastened my jeans, letting him see the flash of red of my panties between the open V of the zipper. “Do you want to see how soaked my panties are right now?”

  “Desperately.”

  I pushed my jeans down over my hips and perched on the edge of my desk, parting my legs as much as I could. I hadn’t been lying when I said I was soaked. A large wet spot had already formed on the crotch of my panties as my juices flooded the fabric.

  Asher dropped to his knees in front of me and buried his face between my legs. I heard him inhale deeply. “You smell amazing,” he growled. “I bet you taste even better.” He paused for a moment. “You know, pregnancy hormones are supposed to make you incredibly horny. I wonder how many times I can make you come.” A second later, I felt the tip of his tongue press against the wet cotton covering my mound, and his full, soft lips covered me.

  “Delicious,” he said, pausing for just long enough to yank my panties down, baring my pussy to his hungry gaze before diving back in. I couldn’t hold back the loud moan as his tongue dipped inside me, tasting the wet passage that I hoped his cock would be filling soon enough. He followed the trail of moisture down, circling my swollen lips, before dipping a bit lower to press against the puckered opening of my ass.

  “Asher!” I cried, shocked at what he was doing but not shocked enough to tell him to stop. I felt the tip of his tongue slide inside, just enough so that I was reminded of how much pleasure the plug had given me before he returned to my sopping pussy.

  Asher kissed it, his mouth opening wide and pushing deep inside me, lapping up the arousal that poured from me. It felt amazing, but my clit was feeling more than a little neglected.

  As if he heard my thoughts, Asher licked his way up my body before finding the hard button of my clit. He flattened his tongue over it and started licking. It was like a lightning bolt of pleasure between my legs, and I buried both hands in Asher’s hair, tugging on the dark strands as I pulled him closer to increase the pressure.

  I felt him slide two thick fingers inside my pussy, and I squeezed his fingers, my inner muscles loving the sensation of having something to press against while he sucked on my clit.

  “Oh Asher,” I babbled, barely even registering the stream of filth that rolled off my tongue as I spiraled closer and closer to exploding against his mouth. "Your tongue is so fucking good. I just want to ride your face forever. OH YES! Never stop fucking me, Asher! I’m gonna come, oh I’m gonna AHHHHH!” My hips arched upward as my orgasm hit me. Asher didn’t ease up at all. He kept licking me, his tongue relentless against my clit. The waves of pleasure kept coming, and before I could catch my breath a second orgasm rolled over me, just as intense as the first. I gulped down air as the intense pleasure threatened to overwhelm me, and still, Asher kept licking.

  I could feel a third orgasm brewing, and my thighs were shaking on either side of his head. Just as I was almost at the peak, Asher pulled back from me. “Why’d you stop?!?!” I gasped, barely coherent with desire.

  Without answering, Asher stood up and quickly unzipped his pants, shoving them and his boxer briefs down and revealing his swollen erection, the head almost purple with lust. He took a step forward and sheathed himself in my pussy in one quick thrust.

  That was all it took. The first thrust had me clenching around him as a third orgasm ripped through my over stimulated nerves. “Fuck, your pussy is amazing,” Asher murmured. “You’re so tight already, but when you come you get even tighter.”

  I gripped the edge of the desk, my body lip and wrung out from three explosive orgasms. All I could do was hang on while Asher fucked me. And fuck me he did. The desk scraped against the floor loudly as his hips rocked it with every thrust. The wet slap of his cock plunging inside me sounded impossibly loud.

  Against all odds, I could feel my weak muscles started to tighten again. Already intimately familiar with my body’s tells, Asher whispered in ear, “Think you have one more in you?”

  Not trusting my voice to even work at this point, I nodded, and Asher reached between my legs. The pad of his thumb covering my clit and rubbing in gentle circles.

  I gasped as I found my peak a fourth time. This last orgasm was less intense than the last three, the pleasure cresting over me slowly as my silken walls fluttered around Asher’s pussy.

  “I’m going to come inside you,” Asher said. “I’m going to pour my come into you, baby.”

  "Yes, Asher!” I moaned, my body reacting to his words and tightening impossibly more around him. I felt the first splash of his hot come inside me, coating my womb.

  Asher's thrusts slowed as the last few jets of come flowed into me. Finally, still, he leaned against me, pressing his lips to mine. I could taste myself on his lips. His whole face was smeared with my arousal, and some small part of me thought I should be embarrassed about being THAT wet for him, but a much bigger part of him was blissfully happy that he was kissing me while his softening cock was still buried inside me.

  Asher pulled out of me and helped me to stand. Closing my legs felt almost strange, and when Asher pulled my panties up, I shudder at the feeling of the soft cotton brushing my sensitive pussy lips. Already wet from before, my panties were completely sopping a second later as they soaked up Asher’s come that dripped out of me. The crotch of my dark red panties was so sodden with our combined juices they looked almost black.

  “Fuck, seeing you standing there with your panties like that. . .” Asher squeezed his cock quickly as he tucked it away, zipping up his pants. I pulled up my jeans, hissing a bit as the snug jeans pressed against my pussy.

  Asher wrapped his arms around my waist again and kissed my lips softly before saying, “You get it now, right? I moved out because you’re the one I want. Not just your sweet pussy or your tight ass. All of you. And I can’t keep living in that house if I’m not allowed to touch you all the time.” His hand pressed against my belly, still flat for now. “And we’re going to need some more room for this one too.”

  “I get it now,” I agreed. My whole body felt alive, and after a week of worrying that he didn’t want me, ev
erything seemed perfect. I did have one other question though.

  “Can I still call you Professor sometimes?”

  Asher threw his head back and laughed. “Baby, I hope you never stop calling me that. Every time you say it now, it makes my dick rock hard.”

  A sly smile crossed my lips. “So what you’re saying is, when I say Professor, you’re thinking about fucking me? Or that when these sweet soft lips say Professor are you imagining me getting on my knees and wrapping them around your cock?” Asher’s hands tightened around my waist. “Or are you imagining me yelping PROFESSOR with every thrust as you slam into my ass?”

  I met Asher's eyes and saw them smoldering with renewed heat. "All of the above and more!" He took a step back, and I noticed that his cock didn't seem quite so spent anymore if the renewed bulge in the front of his pants was any indication.