I feel the broad head of his cock against my slippery pussy. He rubs his cock back and forth against my clit. I come again, instantly. My orgasm crashes through me and I have to squirm and wriggle my hips just to handle the overload of pleasure. He presses his cock between the folds of my pussy, easing himself inside. My pussy is still clamping voluptuously and he groans as his cock slides an inch deeper. “Fuck, you’re tight, baby.”
It hurts. He’s too big. His cock is too thick.
“Relax for me,” he murmurs. “My big cock wants to get all the way inside your perfect little virgin pussy so bad, sweetheart. I’m going to make you feel so good. And then I’m going to pump your tight pussy full of my hot cum.”
Who knew professors were so good at dirty talk? And so damn lusty? Professor Harrison’s fingers start stroking my clit as he drives his cock deeper, then he holds his big body still. He’s still not even halfway in. But his fingers play across my clit and the pucker of my ass in a sweet, skating rhythm. With each stroke, he grinds his hips so his massive cock slides a tiny bit deeper each time. And then, when I start coming again, he uses the milking clenches of my pussy to drive even deeper. And deeper. Until I’m totally impaled by his huge, rigid cock. I can feel it stretching me and filling me.
Now that he’s all the way inside me, he goes still, looking into my eyes. “How’s my girl? You okay, sweetheart?”
My fingers are weaved into his thick, dark hair. He’s so gorgeous. And the concern in his deep, rasped voice touches something else in me. We’re one, and it feels that way. He’s so deep inside me it’s like he’s become a part of me. He feels so good there, so big and comforting and powerful. I want to keep him there.
“Sweet Ivy,” he whispers, as though he’s feeling this newly-forged bond just like I am. “You feel too good.”
“You feel too good, too, Professor Harrison,” I whisper.
He laughs a little and I can feel the motion of his body deep inside me. I can feel his laughter and his heartbeat. “I think this qualifies. Call me Colton.”
And then he starts sliding his cock out of me, and all the way back in. It’s the most pleasurable feeling in the world. Getting fucked by his beautiful big cock.
“I can see your cum and your virgin blood all over me, baby. Do you want me to make you come again? Do you want me to fill you up with my hot cum? I love the way you feel.”
“Yes.”
He laughs again and starts driving his big cock deep, withdrawing less each time, going as deep as I can take him, grinding and fucking me slow and hard. The delicious friction rubs me everywhere, until the tidal wave crashes over me and I come again. My pussy tightens around his pulsing cock until he groans loudly. His cock jerks inside me and the jetting ropes of his cum fill me and spill over my pussy lips and down my thighs with each thrust of his big, driving body.
We come hard and long and when he’s finished he holds himself above me, gazing into my eyes and smoothing my hair. “How am I ever going to get enough of my sweet little girl?” he says.
It almost scares me, how good I feel when he’s inside me, looking at me like he is right now. How addicted to him I am already. Because it’s true. How will we ever get enough of this?
I knew I was a goner the minute she asked me for extra help. And now? Now I don’t give a fuck about anything. Except this. Except her.
My cock is still deep inside her, still rock-hard even though I just came harder than I ever have in my life. She feels too good. I don’t want to pull out. I want to fill her pussy up with my flooding cum, over and over. I’ve reverted to caveman mode and I simply don’t care.
Lately I’ve almost wondered if there was something wrong with me. I date women who are basically a bunch of uptight bitches I have no interest in. They’re bossy or they’re demanding or they’re rude to a waiter for not getting their fucking salad order right. It’s irritating.
Then there was Ivy. Watching me with those inky eyes. Sweet and perfect and so damn young. Staring at my cock all through class until I can think of nothing else but her. Of having her. Fucking her. Keeping her.
I’m crushing her, my weight pinning her under me so I can get deeper. I’ve forced her legs wide. My tongue is in her mouth, my cock deeply rooted as my fingers slide in and out of her ass. I’ve tasted heaven and now all I want is more.
She’s sore so I slow my pace. Remind myself to be careful with her. She’s so small, so sweet. She’s mewing little moans as I thrust my cock into her, burying myself to the hilt. I’m already fully hard again. The squeezing, fluttering tightness of her juicy pussy is too damn luscious.
“Professor Harrison,” she’s cooing. “I can’t. It’s too much. I can’t.”
“You can and you will,” I tell her. She’s already come four or five times but there’s no way I’m stopping now. She asked for this and now she’ll fucking get it. My lust has a mind of its own. My cock is too hot and too needy. It wants to bury itself over and over in all that tight wetness until it spills my seed deep inside her.
She cries out as she comes again and the soft-tugging pulls of her pussy clenching around my overflowing cock blow my mind. I come hard, thrusting as deep as I can get, flooding her with fresh cum. There’s so much, it spills down over her ass and her thighs.
I want to keep fucking her but she’s got tears in her eyes.
Fuck. I can’t have that.
“I’m sorry, baby girl,” I say, sliding my still-hard cock from her limp body. Milky cum spills from her pussy as I pull out. Her thighs are stained with her virgin blood. Her face is smudged with tears and shadows of her make-up. “I’ve been too rough with you.”
Her fingers wind into my hair. “I like you rough, Professor … Colton. But it’s so much. You’re so big. I’m a little sore.”
Of course she is. She’s a virgin who just got fucked – twice – by a raging eleven-inch cock.
I smooth her hair and kiss her lips. Carefully, I pick her up. I carry her upstairs to my master bathroom and turn on the shower. Once it’s warm, I set her gently down under the removable shower head. She’s unsteady so I stay close. I take some shower gel and run my hands over her skin, soaping her everywhere.
I start with her tits. Damn, they’re perfect. Bouncy and full and perky as fuck. Her nipples are practically pointing towards the ceiling. I swirl the soap over her creamy mounds, focusing my attention on her soft nipples. I squeeze gently, pulling and playing the little buds until she’s moaning. I soap her stomach and her thighs. Her round little ass. I soap her pussy, gently. She gasps a little when I touch her sensitive flesh. I remove the showerhead from its holder and start rinsing her. I lick and suck on her nipples. Then I kneel down in front of her and hold the shower head close to her pussy. I use my fingers to open her pink petals. Her clit is like a tiny pink pearl. I lick it, playing it with my tongue until she’s moaning my name. Then I hold the showerhead so the gently jetting water hits her clit. I slide my fingers into her pussy and her ass, thrusting in a subtle rhythm as the pressure of the water makes her come. Her pussy starts to spasm around my fingers and her knees give out so I catch her and hold her as her orgasm spins out.
She’s limp and dazed, shattered by her release.
I flick off the shower and lift her. I dry her with a towel and carry her to my bed.
I dry myself and climb in next to her.
She’s gazing at me with those watchful eyes, blinking her long eyelashes at me.
“You okay, baby girl?”
She snuggles up next to me and kisses my mouth in tiny, fluttering love bites. Her eyes close. “You make me feel so good,” she says. “So safe.”
And just like that, in my arms, she falls asleep.
I hold her close, just watching her, for a long time.
The longer I watch her, the more I realize: I’m in too fucking deep.
I don’t want to let her go back to her life and her friends.
I want to keep her.
Fuck.
W
hen I wake up I’m naked in Professor Harrison’s arms. He’s lying next to me with his muscular body completely wrapped around me. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t escape his iron-clad embrace without waking him. He looks peaceful when he’s sleeping, but he still reminds me of a big, hairy bear. A really buff, sexy one. There’s dark stubble on his face. His chest is hairy, too. His face is absolutely gorgeous, like a rugged GQ model and a bad-ass pirate all rolled into one. His lips are parted and his mouth is so luscious-looking, I can’t help myself. I want to kiss him.
I remember some of the details of last night. God damn. He didn’t just take my virginity, he freaking obliterated it. And as I move a little, snuggling closer, I’m reminded of how punishing his big, thick cock was as he thrust into me. So demanding. Every muscle in my body is sore.
But the demands he made were all about getting closer to me. Giving me pleasure. I had never known such pleasure even existed.
Here, in his arms, I feel safer than I have for a long, long time. I know part of the reason I was attracted to Professor Harrison in the first place is because he’s older and so successful. Growing up without a father, I’ve always felt that gap in my life like a big black hole.
And once I got a little older, I realized I could fill that gap.
The very first time I saw my professor, I wanted him. Partly because he’s sexy as hell and built like a wall of hard muscle. And partly because I’ve always dreamed about having a man just like him to protect me and take care of me. Not that I can’t take care of myself. I can. And have been for a long time now. But sometimes it gets so lonely.
Sometimes I have sweet fantasies about being taken care of. Not financially (I actually have plenty of my own money from a video editing app I developed about two years ago, then sold), not at all. I want to feel emotionally involved with someone. Someone strong. Someone in control of their own life. Not weak or lost or wishy-washy.
I want to feel not only physically protected but dominated. I don’t know why, but it turns me on. I think that’s why I’m not attracted to boys my own age. They just don’t seem manly enough. They don’t give me that feeling of safety. What I want is a big, seasoned man in the prime of his life.
The first time I saw Professor Harrison, I knew he was the one. Confident to the point of being arrogant. Completely in control. And so gorgeous I went wet every time I was near him.
After fantasizing about him for six months, it feels so good to be here with him now. In his bed. Remembering all the things he did to me last night.
He made me feel like the most desirable, safest, perfect girl in the world.
A girl could get addicted to feeling like that.
I wriggle closer. The hard silkiness of his cock rubs against my stomach. I thought men were supposed to be soft sometimes. Not Professor Harrison. He’s always hard. My body starts reacting. My pussy starts tingling again. This lusty hunk of grade-A male turns me on so much I can hardly stand it.
I kiss his lips, licking lightly into his mouth, nipping at his plump bottom lip. Still groggy from sleep, he suckles on my tongue and his monster hard-on digs into my stomach. “Mornin’, baby girl,” he says. His voice is low and rasped and sexy. “How’d you sleep?”
“Good. So good.” Like nothing could every harm me or make me afraid when I’m in his arms.
He looks into my eyes. “What are your plans for today, honey? I was thinking of taking my boat out.”
“You have a boat?”
“Spend the day with me.”
I’m excited. He wants me to stay with him. He doesn’t want to let me go. “I would love to,” I say shyly. I don’t know why I’m feeling shy. He’s already seen and tasted and had almost every inch of me.
Professor Harrison kisses me, taking my mouth with lusty aggression. His hands are on my breasts, teasing my nipples.
“I want you,” I whisper.
He slides lower, fingering my pussy, slipping inside. I wince a little. I’m tender from his punishing possession the night before. “If you can’t take my fingers, little one, how are you going to take my cock?”
But I want his cock. I don’t want him to deny me more of that star-studded pleasure. I curl my fingers around his thick length and guide him closer to where I want him. “I want it. Give it to me.”
“I’ll give you everything, baby girl. Everything you want. Let me show you another way I can give you pleasure.”
I stare up at him innocently. “What other way, Professor … Colton?” I giggle. It sounds funny saying his name.
My giggling seems to have turned him on even more. I’m still holding his cock in my fist and a burst of pre-cum seeps out, over my fingers. I want his seed inside me. So I wriggle closer, putting the head of his cock between the lips of my pussy.
Professor Colton flips me onto my stomach.
“What are you doing?” I ask. I’m getting impatient. I want him inside me.
His hands are on my hips and he positions himself behind me, pushing my head down and lifting my hips. He forces my knees apart with his thighs. I can feel his cock slip between the cheeks of my ass. Then I feel him spreading something cool and slippery over my ass. There’s lots of it. His fingers push inside me and it feels so good. “What is it?” I gasp.
“It’s lube, baby. I’m going to fuck your sweet little ass, honey pie. It’ll feel real good, you’ll see. Just lift up a little higher, baby girl. That’s it.”
How will he even fit? For some reason the idea of doing something so … naughty makes me even wetter. And hornier. I don’t care where he fucks me, as long as he does.
Professor Colton pushes the head of his cock against my tight backside. I ease back against him. I lift my hips a little higher so he can do whatever he wants to me.
He pushes harder. The head of his cock nestles inside me. It feels so tight. He uses the lube to slide deeper, inch by inch, allowing my body to adjust to his slow, forceful invasion.
I hear a low moan and realize it’s me. It feels so good with his big cock inside me this way. Once he’s all the way in, he crouches over me, fingering my clit as he eases himself in and out, in and out, thrusting deeper with each drive.
I’m coming.
I’m coming so hard I can’t think. I can’t see. I can only moan and buck softly and take everything he has to give.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby girl,” he growls into my ear. “You feel too fucking good.”
I feel it then: the violent jerking pulse of his big cock inside me as he finds his own release. The flooding wetness that spills everywhere. The dark, beautiful bond, enough to change me. To forge a connection that’s all about pleasure and lust and … just now, as he pulls out and holds me close, kissing my lips and making sure I’m okay … something more.
I’m so fucking hot for this girl.
I’ve just come harder than I ever had in my life. All over her. In her sweet pussy, three times. And now in her unbelievably tight little ass. Her body is driving me insane. She’s so needy. She’s as hot for me as I am for her. And that’s fucking saying something. I literally can’t keep my hands off her.
I take her to the shower – again – to wash her plush little body. Everywhere. Running my hands over her smooth skin.
Mine. All of it.
Then I help her dress. “My dress is ripped,” she says, blinking her long eyelashes like a minx. “And my panties are a lost cause.”
“Your dress isn’t too bad.” There’s a rip up the seam of the short skirt but other than that it looks fine. “And you don’t need panties.”
She giggles again and the sound of her laughter gives me an instant hard-on. Not that I wasn’t already hard but this is fucking ridiculous. I just came and already I’m leaking more pre-cum.
“Professor Colton?” Another gush at the way she says my name.
“Yes, sweetheart?” I’m grumpy, not at her, but at what she’s doing to me. Basically making me bat-shit crazy. For her.
She’s eyeing my spillin
g monster of an erection. “I’m thirsty.”
Fuck. She’s going to kill me with lust. I’d let her suck me off but to be perfectly honest I think I’ve worked her too hard already. I want to feed her some breakfast – actual food – and take care of her. My needs can wait. And since my needs seem to be on constant and non-stop overdrive, they can at least wait until after breakfast.
Or during.
I put on some jeans and leave them unbuttoned since there’s no way in hell I’ll get them buttoned right now.
Then I carry her downstairs and gently set her on the wooden island in my kitchen while I cook her some food. Before I start cooking, though, I lift the skirt of her dress so it’s above her thighs. I spread her legs a little. And I lean down to lick her, just a little, so I can see her wet little pussy while I work.
“Mine,” I growl, sinking my tongue deeper, and she giggles again, running her fingers through my hair. “Keep your legs open for me, sweetheart. So I can see what’s mine.”
“You’re so cute, Professor Colton. You’re so greedy!”
I kiss her lips so she can taste herself and I fuck her sweet mouth with my tongue.
Until I finally manage to get a grip again, and pull away from her, which is fucking torturous. But I need to feed her.
So I put some bacon and eggs on to fry and cook some hash browns. And I pour her a mimosa, even though I shouldn’t. She’s only eighteen. But I want her loose and happy and relaxed. I don’t want her to have any doubts about anything.
She takes the champagne – which is admittedly a little light on orange juice. “Are you trying to get me drunk, Professor Colton? It’s not even lunchtime yet.”
“Actually, it’s one o’clock.”
“It is?”
Our sex marathon made us lose track of time. I don’t even want to think about time. Or reality. Or anything but my sweet baby girl.
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