by Lolita Lane
“That’s not a recognized field of study, though.”
“It should be.” Another kiss, another ravishing of my body. He pressed me downward, letting me lay flat on the desk as he pulled my panties off. Now completely bare in front of him, he just stood there, mouth agape at his toy, now all properly unwrapped. “It’s been hours since I’ve had you. That I didn’t bust into Professor Schmoltz’s room to fuck you again should give me another award for my zen-level self-control.”
Now, though, I was right there for him, him coming down my body, spreading my legs, caressing my clit, feeling my heat. Fingers weren’t going to be enough for him, no. He had to taste that heat too, his lips coming down to my nub and seizing on top of it. The shock-waves rocked through me from his touch, his tongue slithering out to poke at me too, tease me further, and make me even hungrier for him. The fire within was growing bit by bit, and he was damn intent to suck up each and every little bit of my wetness, like it could cure cancer or something.
I was shaking, coping with him, my legs over his shoulder, him never stopping. His fingers thrust inside me, digging deeper into me. His tongue wrapped around my clit, and then they tagged out with one another, switching places to continue their goal of making me scream for Ian. Tongue thrusting deep, pistoning inside me as if it were a cock itself, a delicate touch on my clit, massaging it, building that fire in me steadily and fiercely.
God, I’d heard the stories of so many men being selfish and not being all that great of eating women out. I couldn’t know, since I’d only ever been with Ian, but if Ian wasn’t one of the ones who were good at it, I was almost scared to see what good really was.
Soon, I was tossing and turning under his pressures, my toes curling. I reached down between my legs, and took a full grip of his hair, and saw him shoot me a delightful glare in return. To pay me back, he kicked it higher.
I was quickly approaching that point where any moment I was going to cum, and there was nothing I could do to prolong it any longer. I was completely at his wonderful mercy. One last lick, one last suck, one last pet, it was all I needed.
It hit me so wonderfully, my eyes watering and me calling out his name so loudly. I wondered how good the school’s soundproofing was, and if I was going to have to deal with some awkward looks when I left.
Fuck them all. If everyone could watch me getting fucked like this, it would be a worthy price to pay in order to be fucked like this.
Panting hard, I slowly began to come down from my high, only the strong, fading feeling of the orgasm with me. I knew Ian didn’t bring me in here just for that.
I also knew that if we were going to be more than friends, it was going to be more than him worshiping me. I needed to show him how hot he made me feel too. Show him my appreciation.
With some effort, I managed to pick myself up, and rose up to meet him as he rose as well. Sharing another kiss, I looked him right in the eye. “Maybe I want to taste you too, Ian. Let me at you.”
He nodded, his eyes wide, very happy with what I was offering. I reached down for his pant button, undid it, but he was more than happy to do the work for me. Pushing his pants down around his ankles, pushing his boxers down, tossing his shoes away. Soon, he was naked as I was, his cock hard and hungry for me just by seeing me. He jerked himself slightly keeping himself nice and hard, and I was quick to use my hand to take over for him. It was his turn to sit on the desk and be worshiped, and worship him I would.
A hell of a man, and a hell of a cock. Feeling the hot rod in my head, I continued to stroke it, and laid one last kiss on Ian’s lips before bringing my head down to his throbbing erection. I kissed him on the cock-head, and teased him with the tip of my tongue. I felt him out more and more, learning to love his cock, even in my mouth. With how he treated me, I knew that I had to treat him just as well if I wanted to be at peace of myself. Good relationships are about give and take, and sometimes that means taking a load in the mouth while giving head.
Shooting him a delightful glare, I came to his balls, tickling them with my tongue, sucking on them. I wanted what was in store. I wanted it anywhere. I wanted to make sure that now that I had him, he would never be able to live without me. When fate delivers you a guy like Ian, you do whatever you can to not let go.
Letting my licks slide up the underside of his cock, I came to the tip, and opened my mouth nice and wide for him, and started to slide him past my lips. He groaned as I took him in, as I sucked on his flesh and tightened my mouth around him so intensely.
I could feel him shudder pleasantly inside my cheeks, which also made my resolve even more steadfast to please him. He was gripping the edge of the table tightly, caressing my head as I continued to show him such wonderful things.
“Damn, if we’re going to accuse anyone of anything, I can’t believe you were a virgin yesterday yet you suck my cock so damn well.” He bunched up my hair, getting it out of my face and out of the way of my dirty work. “You must just be that enthusiastic to be a cocksucker, Dana.”
I stopped a moment. “Only if it’s yours.” I continued by shoving him deep and giving him a huge, powerful steady suck, testing how much I could do without starting to hurt him.
His head fell back, telling me that I hadn’t yet crossed that line. I kept at it, though, I wanted to give him everything he gave me, push him to the limit, turn him into a gibbering and orgasmic mess. Faster still, my head bobbed up and down on his cock, me getting a show of him struggling to cope with what I was doing. A drip of his cum hit my tongue. I was a virgin a day ago, yes, but I knew more than most would think I would. I knew that was the prelude, and the main thing I wanted was what was to come. If it was anything like that drip though, I was craving it.
“Jesus, Dana, you’re like a woman possessed.” He was breathing heavily, coping with what I was doing for him. It wasn’t just his cock, I massaged his balls too, making them nice and tender, waiting and hungry to unleash their load in me.
His breath was ragged, his breath was tense. His groans were low, and I knew I was on the verge of it. As much as I wanted his load, I expected him to pull out of my mouth, and deny me his seed so he could use it where nature intended it to go, no matter how much other circumstances made it useless.
This time, though, I was wrong. His groans became longer, his cock pulsed against my lip. “Goddamn, you’re good,” He said almost silently.
There it went. The heat rushed into my mouth, and I savored the sweetness that was filling my throat. I struggled to swallow it as it came, but there was just way too much of it. All of it, a tribute to how badly he wanted me. How much he was thrilled to finally have me. I couldn’t contain it, it making a mess out of my face. Like a child messily eating, I had Ian’s seed all over my face. It felt odd, I knew I must have looked ridiculous. Ian looked down, laughing, confirming my suspicions. He withdrew his spent cock from my mouth, and I greedily lunged at it to finish cleaning its mess off of it.
“That’s a fine look for you, Dana, but you might want to clean up.” Taking another breath, he opened up the desk. “Ooo, little moist towelettes. That’s convenient.”
He ripped open the package, and proceeded to wipe my face off for me. The coolness contrasted with the heat of his cum, but it was nice to be treated like this after doing something so sinful, so filthy.
With him close though, I easily realized that we weren’t truly done. His cock trembled, still hard, slapping against my thigh. “Damn, you don’t go soft easily do you, Ian?”
“It’s you, Dana. God, sorry, I’m just so fucking stoked to finally have you. I gotta fuck you Dana. I gotta fuck you right now.”
I nodded. I was impressed that he was still hard, but having more of Ian was definitely something I wasn’t going to complain about one single bit.
As I rose to my feet, he swept me off them, switching places with me once again, spreading my legs and making me more comfortable. I didn’t know which professor’s desk we were defiling, but after we were done they were
probably going to want to spray it down.
Ian was quick to be right back on me, kissing me, running his hand down my body, and guiding his cock up my thigh to aim it to where I wanted it to go. He slid in so easily, my own hunger for him matching his for me. God, it was so intense to have him inside of me, with how he tickled me in all of the right places. With him so wholly inside me, our eyes meeting, or lips locked, there wasn’t any way we could possibly be closer than two people could be at that moment.
When he started to fuck me proper, I was relishing the feeling that came with what he was pushing into me. Waves of delight coming in and rolling out, growing slowly greater with every sinful penetration. Every little movement was delightful, and I still couldn’t believe that this was happening.
If I didn’t believe it the second time it was happening, would I believe it the seventh? Seventieth? Maybe that’s what they mean when you find the one. The passion lives forever, and I wanted that feeling. I wanted to be filled with utter amazement every time he looked at me. I wanted to always delight in him, knowing that there was someone waiting to ravish me like this.
He pressed me down on the desk hard, his kisses raining down his body, his rhythm in fucking me eternally steady. Kisses on my breasts, the way he sucked on my breasts, the way his hands wanted to explore every bit of me. My fingers clawed down his back as I started to fuck him right back, bucking into his movements, urging him to go faster, reminding him that I wasn’t a virgin anymore. Grinding on him, urging him further, moaning into his ear.
“You sure you were a virgin yesterday, Dana? I think I need you to bring me some references.”
I grunted, the rising tide inside me already becoming difficult to manage. “What, if I’m not pure, you don’t want me?” Was it my lust for him, or was he simply truly that good?
He slapped debris off the desk, climbing onto it, fucking me faster, harder. “You’re not pure anymore, that’s for sure. When I’m done with you, you’re going to be so impure that entering a church is going to make you burst into flames.”
Ian was tense, driven to take me. So powerful, so intense. I kept losing track of my thoughts and what I wanted to see because bliss jolted through me at every moment I wanted to open my mouth. That I was able to respond to him at all was a miracle in itself. “That’ll make the wedding difficult,” I said, moaning immediately afterwords.
“Talking about a wedding already,” he replied, his grunts making his voice as ragged as mine. “Am I fucking you that damn well, Dana?”
All I could do between my coos and moans was nod, and nod incredibly enthusiastically. My entire body was shaking with every time he thrust into me. Our forms rubbed together his chest tickling mine, the sensations that we were sharing so powerful and intense. He ran his hands through my hair, his gaze into mine powerful and full of need.
My legs folded around him, my arms around his neck. I was past the point of fucking him back, and now I was simply enduring the oncoming train that was Ian.
I wanted it, but that didn’t matter. It was coming anyway. Every bit of friction was building that storm inside of me, and soon it would fully unleash all over my body and give me everything that I wanted. Any moment, it would come…
When it did, God, I was vibrating in his grasp. Everything in my body was so completely overwhelmed by him. Screaming for him. I could barely even see Ian before, my vision so blurry with the haze of ecstasy that was wracking me at that moment.
My body was like a vice around him in so many ways, it wouldn’t let him get away for anything. Feeling him grunt, his seed rushing into me, spewing out and loading me with more of that sweet a delicious warmth.
I was breathing so heavily, and I felt damn near like I was nearing a heart attack.
Still, I felt him remain strong within me.
Even when my grip lightened, and Ian started to pull back, sliding out of me, a trail of his cum leaking off his cock, I looked down at it, and saw it still pulsing strong. My eyes were wide, and I shook my head. “You’re still hard?”
“How many times do I have to tell you Dana? You do this to me.”
I took it as my duty to take care of him, but I was at a loss on how to effectively complete the task. Should I suck him off again? Let him keep fucking me? I had no idea what to do that would push him to the limits like he had pushed me.
“There’s so much I want to show. So much time to make up for. There’s a whole library of ways to enjoy one another, Dana.” Ian walked over, and picked up his jeans, and rifled through his pockets.
He pulled out a tube. I squinted at it. “Why did you bring toothpaste with you? Are we getting into super strange bizarre fetish territory?”
Ian laughed, but shook his head. “If this is strange and bizarre fetish territory for you, I welcome you from the 1950s, and I never knew you were a time traveler, Dana.”
Confusedly, I looked on as he approached. “Then what are you up to?”
“There’s a whole new world of delights I can show you.” He leaned in, planted a kiss firmly on my lips his hands wrapping around my body, sliding down my spine, and coming to my ass cheeks. He spread them, coming to a place I really didn’t expect him to go. “Some place I’m sure I can make you enjoy.”
“You… you want to fuck me back there?”
He nodded.
“Isn’t that supposed to hurt, Ian?”
“If you do it with some idiot who just rams his junk back there, yeah, it will.”
“That isn’t helping my opinion.”
He leaned in, caressed my face with a smile. “If you do it with someone who cares, and goes out of their way to make sure you’re comfortable to the fullest, you’ll end up enjoying it.”
“You know this, how?”
“I’ve, um,” he blushed. “Done it with some other girls.”
I crossed my arms.
“What? We weren’t a thing until yesterday. I didn’t think I had a shot with you until the day before that.”
I just shook my head, bemused at the situation. “I guess I can’t hold it against you. So you want to show me how you can make me like having my ass fucked?”
“That’s exactly what I want to do, Dana. Trust me, and you’ll enjoy another variety of bliss that the carnal world has to offer you.”
He took my hands into his. I trusted him. He was still my best friend, even if we were now totally into fucking one another’s brains out fervently. “Alright. I’ll give you a shot.”
I swallowed. Really, I guess in someways it was good not both of us were virgins. I honestly didn’t know much beyond the basics, and if he could open my eyes like he said he would, well, that’s what I wanted out of a boyfriend anyway. Someone to experiment with, someone to enjoy, someone who would push me to the limits of bliss.
“Come on, then. First, you need to get nice and relaxed for me. Why don’t you bend yourself over the desk for me?”
I nodded, and did as he said, giving him full access to my ass. He ran his finger down there, and ran it around the ring of my pecker. I was still super nervous about this. I knew that some women liked it, but also some people liked being whipped and called Daddy. I didn’t know if something like this could really be for me.
Ian, though, was gradual and subtle in how he was treating me. Everything felt a little bit odd as he touched me back there, moving his finger around. Odd, but not painful, or bad, or anything like that. He tickled the hole, teasing pushing his finger going in. I gasped as he entered it, but I wondered what would follow.
Soon though, he removed his finger, and moments later, it was replaced by a cold, yet quickly warming, oil. He started to move it around my hole, continuing to tease and stimulate me. So that was the lube, I realized. “Yeah, first mistake people make. You don’t go back there dry. Your pussy may be dripping wet for me, Dana, but no matter how badly you want me, your asshole can’t be wet for me. So we need a little help from humanity’s perverted innovation.”
“Have to use an aid to
do it. That’s so unnatural. I guess this is why it’s considered a sin against nature,” I said, my tone clearly mocking.
“When are you religious?”
“I’m not stopping you, am I?”
“No. No you aren’t.” He then pushed a finger into my asshole, lube included. The continuing oddness of the feeling moved through me. Still strange, I was definitely intrigued to see this out even though I wasn’t yet fully convinced that this would end up beautifully for me.
That one finger kept sliding deeper into me, continuing the feeling, continuing how he was preparing me. I could definitely feel myself adapt to the size of the intruder, and he wasn’t going to stop at just one. No, another finger added in, again stretching me beyond what I felt I could tolerate back there. Granted, I didn’t put a lot of things back there so I wasn’t all that experience. In that I’ve never put anything back there. This was completely new ground for me.
He started to fuck my asshole with his fingers, and more surprising still, my body continued to adapt to the strangeness. I let out nearly silent gasps as I coped with the invader he had presented me with.
“How you feeling?” he asked.
“Like you got your fingers in my ass.”
“Meant pain-wise? This hurting.”
“Not really.”
“Then maybe you’re ready.”
I tilted my head looking back, watching him stroke himself, applying copious amounts of lube to himself as well. I kept my breathing steady, and braced myself on the desk. He came behind me, holding my hips steady, bringing his cock to the forbidden entrance.
“If anything feels painful, if anything feels awful, Dana, you tell me and I’ll stop immediately. I want you to enjoy this as much as I am.”
I nodded my understanding his way.
His cock-head was pressed up against my exit, which still hadn’t recovered from the fingers. Slowly, he pressed the head in, spreading that tight hole apart. The feeling was immense, my muscles truly unsure of what to make of the foreign cock going where it didn’t belong. Another deep breath, and he kept going.
