by Jamie Knight
I couldn’t believe what happened next.
There was a stool in between where I was standing and the test tubes. Instead of walking around them and possibly avoiding a disaster, I thought that it would be a good idea to step up on top of the stool.
I grabbed the test tubes and it seemed like time stood still as I teetered there, hoping that I would gain my balance. But the stool was already tilting sideways and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before both the test tubes and I would be laying on the floor in a shattered and probably painful mess.
When I fell, though, Dr. Rivers caught me. His arms were as solid as I thought. I stared into his eyes as I lay there, stunned from both the fall and the glimmer in his eyes as he held me and looked right back at me.
I heard the pattering of liquid spilling and looked to see that one of the test tubes that I was holding had been full. The contents of the test tubes pooled around Jace’s feet. I waited for him to yell at me for being so clumsy.
But, he didn’t.
In fact, he looked at me with such longing that it made my breath catch in my throat. He didn’t move to put me down. He just held me there.
And then, he kissed me. His lips felt like heaven pressed against mine. His lips were so soft, yet firm. I liked kissing him. So, I kissed him back hard, throwing my arms around his neck. It felt like the room was spinning, even though we were standing still.
Everything started happening so fast.
He started taking his shirt off and helping me to take off mine. He kissed me hungrily, grabbing the test tubes from my hands and throwing them onto the table so hard that I was sure that they had broken.
He laid me on the ground and started kissing me, making a trail from my mouth, down my neck, and to my chest. He paused, kissing the small mounds of my breasts tenderly. His kisses sent sparks of electricity through my body.
He sucked on my nipple tenderly, while rubbing the other one in between his fingers. He alternated between kissing, licking and touching my nipples until he was driving me wild with desire.
“Oh, my God, that feels so good,” I told him. “We shouldn’t be doing this, but…”
“But you like it, don’t you?” he asked, looking me in the eyes as he squeezed my nipples a little harder now.
“Yes,” I admitted, feeling myself getting even wetter.
“You’re so naughty,” he said.
Only with you, I thought.
He watched as each kiss he gave me made my body jump from the sensitivity. It tickled and turned me on at the same time. He put his hand down on my panties. He took off my pants and tossed them to the side, leaning down to kiss my panties.
His breath felt hot against my pussy and I arched my back. Peeling off my panties, he leaned down and darted his tongue between my parted pussy lips. He licked my clit in small circles, looking up at me as I moaned and grinded my pussy eagerly into his hot, wet mouth.
He sucked and licked my pussy for a few minutes before leaning into me and pushing his hard dick against my pussy. He rubbed it back and forth, slapping it a few times on my wet pussy.
“You’re such a bad girl, aren’t you?” he asked, slapping my ass a bit.
“Yes,” I told him, pushing my butt out more to let him know I liked it. Only for you.
“Has anyone ever fucked you?” he asked me.
“No,” I admitted.
“I didn’t think so.”
He stretched my pussy open as if to inspect it for himself. I could feel myself dripping onto his finger and his cock that was half inside me already.
“I want to fuck you for your very first time,” he told me. “Can I take your virginity?”
“Yes,” I told him, moanly softly. I wasn’t even embarrassed. I loved how it felt for him to be half inside me, ready to take me, telling me how much he wanted me, begging me to let him have me.
He inched his dick inside of me slowly, while I clawed his back to brace against the force of it. His dick felt huge as he made me wider with each tiny thrust that he made, pushing his dick in more and more with each pump, my pussy getting wetter by the second.
“Owww,” I moaned, but he stroked my hair and asked me, “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I said, leaning back on his cock some, feeling brave now. “I love it.”
“You love to have your teacher’s cock in your pussy, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered, and he squeezed my ass cheeks, hard, pulling and pushing me back and forth his cock. “I love how your big cock stretches me wide and fills my pussy all the way up.”
“It’s my pussy,” he said, slapping my ass, harder now. “Don’t forget that.”
“It’s your pussy,” I agreed, in between moans. “Do whatever you want to do with it.”
I couldn’t believe the dirty talk that was coming out of my mouth. I couldn’t help it. I just wanted him to know how good he made me feel.
I closed my eyes tightly, my pussy throbbing as it struggled to hold his rock hard dick. My pussy felt a sensation of both pain and pleasure, but I was hungry for more as we lay there, writhing on the cold linoleum of the classroom floor.
My mind went wild at the thought of someone walking in and finding us there, our bodies a hot sweaty mess of passion. They would see me naked and him pleasuring my body in ways I had never known.
Soft moans escaped my lips as he slowly thrust his dick and out of me, his lips finding mine, kissing me sweetly as he fucked me, trying hard to contain himself.
My pussy walls tightened, and I wrapped my legs around him, my finger nails buried in his skin, as I held on for dear life. He fucked me harder and harder, his gutteral grunts accenting the air, while he scooted my body up slightly with each thrust.
As if desperate to stay in my pussy, he put my legs up over his shoulders and plowed into me even further. It felt like his dick was inside of my guts. It hurt. I screamed.
He clapped his hand over my mouth and fucked me light a jackhammer. I could feel my pussy started to pulsate on his dick as I exploded in an orgasm.
“Oh my God! I’m going to come,” he said in a whisper, clenching his teeth. “Are you on anything?”
It took me a moment to figure out that he was talking about birth control. And I wasn’t on anything and we weren’t using a condom.
“No,” I managed to choke out.
He pulled his dick out, letting on a loud, long groan, squirting white, hot cum across my belly. He collapsed on to of me, breathing heavily.
We laid there on the floor in each other’s arms for a few minutes, basking in the ambiance of our sweet lovemaking. His fingers were still inside me. My pussy was still wet.
I was his, all right. And now I knew I would never be able to forget him.
Chapter 8
Jace
My body was all lit up from the amazing session that Izzy and I had just had. I held her tightly, not wanting to let go. I didn’t want this moment to be over.
Plus, it was good, and I was hungry for more.
“What do you say we go back to my place?” I asked softly.
She looked up into my eyes without hesitation and agreed.
I knew that it was a big risk to take her back to my house because if I got caught with a co-ed and news got back to the university, there might be some hard conversations had. I hadn’t worked this hard to throw it all away for nothing.
But Izzy wasn’t nothing. The way that she felt when I was inside her, so slippery and warm…
My dick grew hard just thinking about it.
I knew that I had to be strategic about how I did things.
“I’m going to pull my car around to the corner of Maple and Grove and wait for you there. Get dressed,” I told her.
I got up, quickly threw my clothes on, and went to my car. I felt giddy at the idea of doing something so secretive, so wrong.
But it felt so good. I couldn’t wait to be inside of her again.
I drove to the corner and stopped, not wanting to
turn my car off. I looked around for her. After a few minutes, she jumped into the car and I sped off. My house wasn’t very far from the university. I went into the underground garage, thinking that no one would notice if I came in from the garage entrance.
I was right. There was no one in sight. Everyone had probably gone out for the night or were already tucked into bed. Either way, it gave me the chance to grab Izzy by the hand and make my ascent up to the fourth floor where my condo was.
I couldn’t get inside the apartment fast enough before I was all over Izzy, kissing her.
I didn’t waste any time.
I took her over to the island in the kitchen and leaned her over it.
I leaned down, pulling down her pants, exposing her round, bare ass. I rubbed my hand across her smooth skin, feeling my dick jump to attention in my pants.
She was so hot I nearly lost control just looking at her. I couldn’t believe I had just taken her virginity. And here I was fucking her again.
Izzy looked over her shoulder at me, try to see what I was doing. I didn’t want her to know how much of an effect she had on me – that she could stop me in my tracks and leave me breathless.
I pushed her back down against the island, leaned over and grabbed a condom out of the drawer, opened it and slid it on. Spreading her ass cheeks apart with both hands, I slowly pushed my dick into her pussy.
She yelped and jumped like he wanted to run, but I held her there in place, pushing myself further into her pussy. Her pussy felt warm and tight, squeezing my dick as I fucked her, stroking my dick in and out of her.
“I know you can handle this big dick of mine,” I told her. “I know your pussy loves it.”
“My pussy loves it,” she repeated. “It’s amazing.”
I grabbed her hips and pulled her back. I took my dick out of her and turned her around. Then I picked her up and put her up on the marble granite counter top, spreading her legs out into a v shape.
I entered her again, watching her eyes roll into the back of her head as she bit her lip. I pulled her onto me over and over, my hard dick sliding in and out, delving deep into her wetness.
I put my finger in her mouth, letting her suck it. The wetness of her mouth drove me wild.
“Fuck yeah,” I told her. “Suck on my finger like it’s my dick.”
“Mmmkay,” she moaned, my finger stuck all the way down her throat.
I crossed her legs, folding her pussy over my dick even tighter. Her eyes widened as I ploughed in and out of her pussy. Her mouth made an o shape as she gripped the edge of the counter, trying to keep her balance. But I wasn’t letting her go.
I felt myself losing control, but I wasn’t ready to stop. I pulled out my dick and carried her to my bedroom. I laid her carefully on the bed, crawling to join her. Her skin felt so soft and warm as I caressed her. I could hardly believe that she was lying by my side.
She reached her hand down and started groping my dick. She took off the condom that was still on, covered in her slippery wetness. Leaning down, she put her lips on my dick, softly kissing the head.
Her juicy lips felt good on my dick, which was growing hard with each peck of her lips. She parted her lips and slipped the head of my dick inside of her mouth, licking and sucking my dick, making it more wet with her saliva. I laid back on the bed, looking down at her in amazement as she gave me an incredible blow job, slurping and rubbing her hand up and down the shaft of my dick.
How could she have been a virgin and give such good head? But I knew she had been. I had felt it.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she said, almost reading my mind.
“Well, you really know what you’re doing,” I said.
“Must be instinct,” she joked.
She put my dick in her mouth again, taking the entire shaft in, almost choking. I felt jarred, like I could have blown my load at any moment. I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled my dick out of her mouth, hoping that I wasn’t going to lose it.
Once I finally had calmed down, I looked over at her and shook my head. I rolled her over, pinning her down. I got another condom out of the end table next to my bed and put it on before ramming my dick into her pussy again.
I rocked back and forth on top of her slowly, enjoying the steady rhythm and feel of her slippery pussy gliding back and forth over my rock hard dick. She felt so tight, I knew that she was telling the truth when she said that she had never done anything like this before. Her pussy felt good, like unwrapping presents on Christmas morning. I didn’t want to come out of it.
She didn’t look like she wanted me to stop anytime soon, either.
“How about you get on top?” I said gruffly.
She looked at me uncertainly, but I wasn’t worried. I laid back, rubbing my dick while I watched her straddle me.
She reached down and guided my dick into her pussy, pressing her lips together and holding her breath as she tried to handle every inch of my long, hard dick. Her pussy was so wet, hot juice from it dripped down onto my cock, making their way down my leg.
She put one foot on either side of me and slowly started to lift herself and place herself down on my dick. I put my hands on either thigh, helping to steady her as she rode me. She leaned over, putting her hands on my chest, beads of sweat splashing down on me from her brow.
She humped me greedily, her small, firm breasts bouncing in the dim light of my bedroom. The whole room was filled with the scent of her pussy, a light airy scent that I hoped would linger and remind me of her.
Before I knew what was happening, I felt my dick start to jump. I was cumming. I let out a loud yell as I shot cum into the tip of the condom that was deep inside of Izzy’s wet pussy. She rode me faster and faster, cumming herself, her body spasming as deep waves of pleasure rippled through her body. Then she rolled over onto the bed next to me.
We both laid there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch our breath.
It had been a while since I had had sex. I’d been focused on my new job. And I couldn’t remember it ever being this good.
I looked over at Izzy, wishing that I could read her mind. She had a look of sweet satisfaction on her face. A tender smile played about her lips. It almost looked like she was glowing.
After a few minutes, she propped herself up on her elbow and just looked at me. I looked back at her. We laid there wordlessly, staring at each other. No words were needed to express the amount of passion that we had just shared.
But, I still wasn’t ready for the night to be over. In an effort to shift the mood, I suggested that we find a movie to watch. She agreed.
We walked into the living room and I turned on the TV. I didn’t have any movies, so we browsed Netflix until we found a movie that seemed interesting. It was only on for maybe two minutes before Izzy and I were making out again.
She caressed my face with her delicate hands, the coolness of her touch refreshing to my skin, covered in five o’clock shadow.
“Are you cold?” I asked her, wrapping my arms around her body in a big bear hug.
She shivered, but shook her head. I could feel her circling her hips, gyrating them slowly, pushing her body against me. My heart started beating a million miles a minute.
I had to have her again.
I rubbed my hand on my dick, feeling it grow with each stroke. Her hard nipples pressed against my chest. I reached down and caught one in my mouth. She moaned and leaned her head back, pressing her pussy against me.
I poked my hard dick against her pussy, waiting for her to open up. She slipped me inside of her soaking wet pussy, inhaling sharply as I filled every wall. I could hear the slickness of her pussy as it glided over my dick.
I pushed her down onto my dick over and over, holding her shoulders so that she wouldn’t squirm away. I could tell that her pussy was tender, probably aching from all of the activity that it hadn’t been used to.
“I want to try something I feel like doing,” she said, hopping off my dick and sitting
up.
I liked it when she took charge like this. It was unexpected, and I enjoyed the surprise.
She told me to stand in front of her. She spit on my dick, put it between her breasts, and squeezed them together. She rubbed her breasts up and down the shaft of my dick.
That drove me wild.
I fucked her chest, watching the head of my dick disappear and them reemerge from their hiding place. It wasn’t long before I was cumming, shooting a thick wad of cum on her chin, neck and chest. She flinched as the hot liquid shot out like a sprinkler, but she sat still, letting it cover her, licking her lips and catching some that had reached her lips with her tongue.
I got up, taking her by the hand, and guided her to the bathroom, finding a clean towel. I ran her a bath and motioned for her to get in. She looked at me, questioningly.
“Let me guess,” I said. “No one has ever drawn a bath for you.”
“Well, other than my mom or one of my sisters? No.”
I climbed into the bathtub, extending my hand toward her for her to join me. She hesitantly took my hand and stepped into the tub with me. I sat down and helped her ease herself down into the water. She laid back on my chest, her long, dark hair tickling me.
I held her closely to me, my eyes closed as I kissed her along the nape of her neck and her hairline. She snuggled into my arms, our hands both interlocked.
All of this felt like a dream. I never thought that this was how the night was going to turn out, but I would have been lying if I didn’t admit that, despite the completely taboo nature of what had happened, everything about it felt so right.
“I should be getting back to the dorms,” said Izzy, breaking into my thoughts.
I helped her up out of the tub, got out, and drained the water. We dressed silently. And I thought I caught a glimpse of sadness in Izzy’s eyes while I waved good bye when I dropped her off. I wished that I could have walked her to the door, but I knew that it would have drawn too much attention, to have a professor walking a female student to her dorm, so I just made her promise to let me know that she had made it in safely.
