by Autumn Avery
18
Trevor
Trevor
* * *
If I could somehow manage to bottle the sweetness of Stephanie's pussy juices and sell them, I'd be a millionaire.
Fuck, that wouldn't work. I think it wouldn't do unless it was straight from the source like I was getting it now.
Every little thing she did as she was getting her pussy eaten was an absolute fucking joy. From the little squeals, the moans. How she cried out, the tears that were in her eyes. How her legs closed around my head, how she trembled against me as I brought her closer and closer to climax.
Fuck, she was so adorable. Sexy. Cute. Hot. It was fucking weird how I originally thought all of those adjectives as a thing a girl could only be one of, yet Stephanie was the walking embodiment of all of them.
Watching her writhe in pleasure was something special, and I knew I wanted to be right there with her. As delicious as she tasted though, I wasn't going to get there by just using my tongue. I needed to do something far more basic to take us both to paradise together.
Rising high, I plopped my cock right on top of her gut, rubbing it against her. Tickling her clit enough that it was somehow nice and torturous all at the same time. "You want this, don't you?"
She nodded.
"I don't want you to nod. I want you to say it, Stephanie. I want you to tell me that."
She gasped. "I want this," she said quietly.
"Louder. More specific."
"I want you to fuck me, Trevor."
"With some enthusiasm"
"Fuck me, please, Trevor!"
That was enough for me to slide my cock down and tease the outside of her pussy lips. I wasn't done making her admit what she wanted, though, making her admit what she actually is. "What are you, Stephanie?"
"You – your teacher?"
"No. What are you right this second?"
"Your slut."
"Tell me. Louder."A light caress of her nub made it all the more daunting for her to get it right.
"I'm your slut, Trevor! Please, oh god, please, just fuck me!"
It endlessly amused me watching her face turn beet red and yet be so incredibly needy of me. I wasn't a cruel man, though. No, not by any sense of the word.
I thrust myself deep into her, feeling those tight pussy walls clamp around me as I did so. Fuck, how could she be so tight? I had to control myself with her. If I went too ham, I'd just be a minute man and that wasn't any fun for either of us.
Squeezing me so hard, it took some effort to withdraw and push myself back in. She was so fucking wet for me, so warm, she was an absolute dream in every way. As she moaned, I had to wonder why was she so fucking perfect? I wanted an explanation but one didn't seem to exist. She just was. Out of the billions of girls on this planet, she was the one who was absolutely perfect for my cock, like our sexes were custom-made for one another.
Taking her harder, my chest against hers, I kept my pace strong. Enough to keep her singing for me, but slow enough that I wouldn't be busting my nut until she was right there with me.
God, it wasn't even just the whole cock and pussy thing. Just her breasts rubbing against my body felt so damned good, the way she ran her fingers down my back. The way they turned into claws every so often when she moaned especially loudly.
The smile on her face, the shame, the joy. Fuck. Kissing her, her neck, her breasts. All of her body was just bliss built on top of bliss.
I had no clue why she didn't believe my admiration. How could she not see her own perfection?
She continues to writhe against me, taking all of me. She needed me so fucking much she was bucking against me, Grinding, just to get the slightest bit of greater stimulation out of our tryst.
This wasn't enough for her. This wasn't enough for me either.
"You want this?" I said, my teeth gritted, looking right into her eyes.
She nodded furiously.
"You fucking want all of me, huh?"
"Just fuck me. Harder. Please, make me cum."
"Prove it to me, babe. Prove it."
I slowed myself down suddenly. Withdrawing, and laying myself on the desk, my cock standing strong and tall more than ready for her. She staggered back, still in awe of my cock. "You want me to ride you?"
"Show me how much you want me. I think I've shown how badly I want you already."
My girl smirked, and climbed up on top of me. Her graceful little hand grabbing my cock, stroking it so nicely, and guiding it toward her slit. She wasn't wasting any time, I could tell that she was most definitely in need of what I could give her.
There really was nothing like having her pussy close around my cock as she slid down it. I gasped as she enveloped me so completely, my hands going to her hips to guide her so deftly into place, wrapped right around my manhood, the place I wished she could always be.
Again, Stephanie was panting as she got used to my bulging invader entering her. It was to the point I was surprised she could take so much of me, but damn, she could. Hands flat on my pecs, she only had to wait a few moments before she fully got used to having me plunged inside her.
She soon started to ride me, sliding herself up and down my meat, the sheer sensation of it all something I felt like no man really deserved, yet I was experiencing anyway. So fucking good, I gasped, my teeth gritted, and soon, her pace only increased, making that bliss come at me harder, come at me faster, driving me even more and more crazy about everything.
Her breasts bounced against her chest, so playfully beautiful, that I just couldn't resist taking them into my hands, squeezing them, hearing her cry out in a way that made me unsure of whether she liked or hated what I was doing. When I felt her pussy grip my cock even tighter in response, fuck, it was clear that she liked all the little abuse I was dishing out.
Then my hands switched to her toned hips, then her ass, then just everywhere. I needed more hands to feel her, to grab onto her, because fucking hell, she was sexy to look at but she was divine to touch.
Even then, I knew what was really important. That little nub that was hiding between her legs as she wildly bounced on me, singing my praises. As much as I loved grabbing that plump ass of hers, there was something right there we could both enjoy.
Hearing her squeal as I rubbed that poor button, fuck, it was a symphony. "Fuck, oh fuck..." She was gibbering, and outside the random outbursts of profanity I really couldn't remotely understand anything she was saying. Well, not the words anyway. I got the gist of it pretty easily. The translation was, "Oh fuck, fuck me harder, Trevor, yes, like that, I need more of your massive cock, please fuck me harder. Oh God."
I understood that just fine and a totally obeyed. My ass flexing, pumping into her from below, holding her tightly to keep her from slipping in the throes of lust. I was inching closer, and feeling her tightening around me, I knew she was getting closer too.
She fell forward, the feelings that were rocking through her far too much for her to handle. I wrapped my arms around her, taking over, wanting to bring her – and myself – home. Pistoning into her sweet, tight, wet cunt. I wanted all of it. I wanted to feel her strangle my cock, milk it for everything it was worth.
My girl soon was screaming past my ear. Blissful, melodic screams of absolute orgasm "Give it to me, please," she rambled. "Cum in me. Please. I want it. I need it."
I felt her body tremble in my arms. She was so goddamn sexy like this. In that brief moment before I came, I don't think it was possible for me to adore this chick more.
Her pussy was so tight, massaging me, urging me. I couldn't hold back any longer. From the pit of my balls and outwards, I felt everything take hold, everything move as climax wracked my own body, making me feel something far stronger than I had with any woman before her, and no doubt no woman ever would again.
Unloading into her, feeling my seed rush out of my cock into her warmth, her tightness, her blissful sex. Feeling it flood around me as I filled her to the brim. God, nothing felt more right in
the world than that moment.
My heart pounding, I was in no rush to interrupt this moment. Me, buried so fucking deep inside her. My arms wrapped around her, her body laying on top of mine. If something randomly struck both of us down at this moment, we would have both died absolutely happy, our only regret being that we couldn't enjoy this again. And again.
Then again.
My stamina wasn't forever though. Soon, I could feel myself fading, finally. Even then, if she touched it or gave me a little kiss, I knew it would come back to life. The Train would always be up and running if Stephanie demanded it.
Finally, my cock slipped out of her, my cum leaking out of her slit and back onto me. It was a disgusting mess, but it was one sexy disgusting mess.
"So what's my grade for the day, teacher?" I smiled her way.
It took her some time to gather her thoughts. "Is there a grade higher than A-plus?"
"That good, huh?"
"As good as it is, I can't really take this as credit and proof that you've studied to Professor Hatch."
"Of course you could. Just tell him I'm changing my major to fucking."
"I don't think our university is accredited to give you a diploma for that."
"Damn. I guess it's back to boring old English."
She massaged my chest. "I definitely would give you a doctorate in fucking if I could though."
"Dr. Trevor Richards, Fuckologist."
"Sounds like a horrible, horrible porno," she mused. "Or a really wonderful one if you're living it."
What were we, anyway? I loved this, yes. I called her my girl. Fuck, she was absolutely the best. Did I love her?
I mean, she was pretty awesome outside the sex and sex-related things. Smart. Snappy. Determined. Has her own backbone. God, the things I felt for her.
Yet even I wasn't dumb. She was an assistant professor. She was part of the faculty. Despite that, I had filled her pussy twice with my seed.
I wondered if I should have asked about that. I didn't want to ruin the moment. She didn't mention a pill or anything that would have made that okay.
The thing that entered my head was her sweet naked body with those swelling tits and that preggo belly. Fuck, my cock was already twitching from that, and the damn thing should have been exhausted after everything that had already happened.
Really, it should have scared the shit out of me. I wasn't ready for fatherhood. I was cautious as hell. Usually I didn't care what a woman said in the throes of passion. I was wearing a condom and I was fucking pulling out. Some chicks were crazy and I wasn't about to get baby trapped, not when I had a future ready and I didn't want to take any risks on it derailing.
I didn't worry about that with Stephanie. Fuck, I couldn't help but wonder if I would have welcomed it.
"What're you thinking about?" she asked, looking up at me with that beautiful smile of hers.
"Um, uh, football. Yeah. Football."
She squinted at me and rolled her eyes. "Men."
I felt like pouring my heart out to her, yet no, I couldn't. What the hell were we?
19
Stephanie
Stephanie
* * *
It took me a bit to realize I had other things to do that day rather than lay there naked with Trevor.
The world is a cruel place.
After wiping myself down and getting dressed again, we had a few more minutes before I had to go sit in on Professor Hatch's next lecture, and Trevor had to go off to another class.
Ever since we finished? There's been a definite uneasy silence between us. He wasn't thinking about football, I knew that much.
I couldn't resist him, I realized. I'd failed, and I failed horribly. I meant to keep my legs closed around him. Be professional.
As soon as he dropped his sob story? As soon as he proved to me he wasn't just a dumb, mindless jock? Legs flung open, ready to take another unprotected load inside of me.
God, I felt like such a slut. I even called myself that. Granted, I insisted that I was only his slut, but that still makes me a slut.
"So," he said, pacing around. I think at this point he was hoping the glow of having just fucked would wear off him. He too knew that our relationship couldn't exactly be screamed out to the world.
"So?" I mimicked.
"Tomorrow then? I'll keep up the studying. Just keep pointing me where Hatch wants me to go."
"I will. It looks good for me if you pass with flying colors, you know."
"Don't want to let you down, babe." He winked. Then looked confused again. Bouncing between flirtatious and being professional. Why was this such a pain in the ass?
"Good. If you fail, I'll kick your ass."
"Sounds kinky."
"It won't be in the kinky way."
“Maybe we should try the kinky way."
"Maybe we shouldn't."
More silence. Really, where was I expecting this to go? Did I think I was going to end up hearing wedding bells?
With a sexy as fuck jock football player? Who was my student?
This was all going to make some therapist a whole lot of money, I figured.
"I guess I should get going," Trevor said as he picked up his books. "Mayer gets pissy if you're late, and late to him is any later than five minutes early."
"Believe me, I've had that type of professor, too, don't worry."
"I'll... I'll see you later then."
I nodded. Fuck, what was I going to do with all of this?
He left me behind, and I gathered my own things.
I then almost jumped out of my shoes.
"Ah, Ms. Casey," an old voice said. "I see you just finished with Mr. Richards."
"Finished with him?" I turned toward Professor Hatch like I was a deer in headlights. "No, I didn't finish him, I don't know what you're talking about."
He raised an eyebrow. He had apparently sneaked in behind me shortly after Trevor had left. "You finished your catch-up lesson with him, no?"
"Oh, that. I thought you meant something else."
"What else would I mean, Ms. Casey?" He looked me up and down. "Why are you so sweaty?"
"Um, I just had my jog. Before class."
"And you're still sweating?"
"Um, yup."
"You should see a doctor about that. Sweating that much that long after exertion seems like it could be evidence of a severe glandular problem."
There was no glandular problem. I was just unsure if I was sweating from the rigorous exercise I had done with Trevor or from nervousness of being on the fringe of being caught. "Thank you for your concern, Professor."
"You're welcome. Good body health is important to keeping a mind healthy as well."
"I totally agree," I replied, exaggeratedly nodding.
"Now, how is Mr. Richards coming along? Is he picking up on what he's missed?"
"Oh yes. He's taken right to it. He's actually been studying in his off time. I think he's reasonably bright, he just fell behind on the effort aspect. I don't think he'll have any trouble getting a passing grade on his make-up midterm. He's driven to get back out on the field." Honestly, I was surprised that the words I were saying were genuine and had nothing to do with the fact that he had given me the most mind-blowing orgasm in my life moments before.
"Good, good. You never know with these athletes. Most of them are dumb as bricks, but it's nice to see one who will actually try."
"Trevor is definitely the latter, Professor."
He nodded. "Come. I have an important lesson to discuss today, about how writers in Chaucer's day even called him a hack, exploring how things change the more they stay the same."
I chuckled, and followed along.
"Although you do have about ten minutes." He sniffed me. "You might want to run yourself through the shower. You are allowed to use the women's locker room as faculty, you know."
Pure blush filled my cheeks. "Um, yes sir, I think I'll go do that. I didn't have time after my jog. Sorry."
"O
h, don't apologize. You have a condition, after all."
"You mean the glandular thing? Aren't you jumping to conclusions?"
"A healthy young woman like you really shouldn't be sweating so much it affects your hygiene. Take care of yourself, Ms. Casey."
Shaking my head, I let him go ahead of me. My only condition was falling head over heels in love with my fucking student, of all things.
20
Trevor
Trevor
* * *
It was sort of baffling how much football dominated my life, and how I didn't get around to realizing it until it was forced out.
Like, I actually showed up to all my classes. I knew Hatch's course was the only one keeping me off the field, but I showed up for the rest too. I put in the work.
Not because I wanted to prove Stephanie wrong and somehow nab valedictorian or something stupid like that, but just out of boredom and lack of other productive things to do.
What didn't help? My second passion, pointless college parties, were losing a whole lot of their luster.
I walked into the frat's kitchen, looking for some food. All I found was a can of hot dog chili. Could I even really call that a meal, especially since I didn't even have hot dog buns? Or hot dogs for that matter? I ran finances through my head to try to figure out if I could really afford to order some Chinese. God, that was what I yearned for. I didn't want a Lamborghini or an Armani suit, I just wanted to be able to order Chinese food without thinking about it.
Grunting as I ran math in my head, I realized I could probably manage it and still have my phone work. I pulled up said phone and fidgeted an order out, then collapsing onto the sofa.
As it often did when I entered a situation without anything else to think about, my mind turned to Stephanie.
I couldn't get this chick out of my head.
Like, I knew I had gotten her addicted to my cock. Against all common sense, we fucked. In the middle of a classroom. We fucked hard.
