He is laying on me, panting. He props up and looks at me. “Are you okay” he asks. “Oh, I’m more than okay”. He stands up and pulls out of me. I wince as he slides out. My pussy hole is burning and throbbing. I am no longer a virgin. It feels so different. I am so glad I did it. I came twice in a row?! I didn’t even know I could do that. There was blood on the condom. “Oh, I’m so sorry” I say, looking embarrassed. “It’s normal. It’s supposed to happen when you get your cherry popped” he smiles. “Your thick cock didn’t make it any better”. He gasps at me. I stand up and fall down, he catches me and stands me up. “Are you alright” he chuckles. “Yeah, my legs are just weak” I say, trying to hold onto him. They were still shaking. I hadn’t felt anything like this before. “That’s how you know it was good” he kisses my neck. My aching pussy comes back to life at the feeling of his lips.
Chapter Three – The Desk
It was hot outside today. The 92 degree weather had everyone itching to leave for summer break. I had opted for a short, thin, cotton dress with a thong and no bra. I wanted to get some air. I went to my Sociology class and sat through a boring hour and a half of lecture about community norms. Boring. I doodle in my book about Dr. Keaton. I scribble around until he dismisses class. I grab my back pack and walk down the hall. Dr. Keaton used class 184 for our Lit class. I flowed down the hallway and into the room. It had most of our class in already and Dr. Keaton was writing on the chalkboard “Poetry and all fine things”. He catches me out of the corner of his eye and adjusts his stance. Probably trying to readjust his throbbing cock from the sight of me.
I walk over to the second row of seats as he turns around. He gathers some papers on the desk and starts to shuffle them around. I bend over, pointing my sweet, round ass to him, and set my backpack on the floor. I feel my dress ride up past my ass, showing my bare, tanned cheeks. I stand back up and turn around to see a small smile on his face. I know he saw what I wanted him too. I set at my seat, making sure no one sat in front of me. I wanted him to be able to look up my dress under my seat. Since we had stadium seating, it wouldn’t be hard for him to catch a peak. I wanted to tease him the entire class. Maybe he would make me pay for it afterwards.
He begins teaching about poetry and the different types. I get lost fantasizing about him. I picture him looking up at me, face deep in my pussy. I picture taking his cock to the back of my throat and rubbing my pussy while I do it. It begins to make me wet and I have to readjust so that my thong sets right. He sees me open my legs and shift, taking a quick peek underneath. His cheeks flash a little red and he walks to the other side of the classroom. He is still teaching and I’m still thinking about his big dick. My nipples point through my dress as I raise my hand to ask a question. “So what did Shakespeare mean when he wrote the first poem” making sure to rub my hand over my breast, making my nipple point harder through my dress. “Well, Ms. Waterbury, he means many things. Who can help her?” A male student in the back begins explaining what he meant when he spoke about a rose. The teacher looks back at me and I wink. He turns his head quickly so that no one notices.
I arrange myself so that I can slip my thumb under my thong. I want to play a game with him. “Get your papers out from last night. Let’s go over your work” he starts to shuffle the papers on his desk. I slip my thong down and stand a bit, acting like I’m reaching for my bag and drop my panties to the ground. This is so exciting. I am only wearing this thin cotton dress. No bra. No panties. What am I doing? My heart races with excitement. “Work on the example on page 356 in your book. Come up to me with questions. Perfect opportunity. He sets at his desk and starts to scribble. I ball my panties into my hand and stand, holding them behind my paper. I walk down the steps and head to his desk. He looks up at me. “Yes Ms. Waterbury” he raises an eyebrow at me. I lean over the desk, pulling my dress up a bit in the back standing on his left side, both of us facing the classroom. “What does this word mean, in the third paragraph” I move my hand to lay my paper on his desk and drop my thong into his lap. He explains the term, oblivious to my blue underwear in his lap. I could see a bit of my wetness on the crotch. I bet he will like that. “Thanks” I say, rubbing his arm ever so slightly. I tap his leg with my knee, making him look down. He begins coughing and getting choked. I turn and walk back to my seat. His face is red and he looks at me with pure desire and a huge smile on his face. He shifts in his seat and it looks like he put them in his pocket. He knows I don’t have any panties on now.
I make sure to keep my legs open, so anytime he looks up (which is often) he can get a perfect view of my pink, wet pussy. This pussy has only been taken by him. I want him to take it again. Class is almost over and I text Ronnie, letting her know I would meet up with them at practice. I want him to fuck me again. I linger back once he dismisses, making sure to stay behind everyone else. Once the door shuts, he looks at me. “Are you insane” he asks, pulling my underwear from his pocket. I walk down to him, setting my backpack on his desk. “No, just horny” I reply, biting my lip. “You are such a dirty little girl”. He rushes to me and wraps me in a kiss. He reaches under my dress and starts to caress my ass cheeks. I get on my tiptoes so he can grasp underneath. He picks me up and slams me onto the desk. “You wanna get fucked, well baby you’re gonna get fucked”. He walks over to the dooring, locking it and shutting off the lights. The only light is from the little window coming from the hallway.
I hear his belt buckle ring and hit the floor with his pants, he walks up to me and grabs me by the throat. He kisses me hard, pulling my dress up and then over my head. He pushes me onto the desk, making me scoot the whole desk. He rubs my clit with his thumb. This is just about enough to send me over the edge. He pushes his dick up against me. I can feel his member dragging across my clit. I am so wet. His cock is sliding around my lips. I am so slippery. “I want you, please” I beg. He slips the tip in, making me moan. “Yes, oh I love it”. “Yeah, you love this dick”. “Oh, I love this dick”. He slides all the way in, then pulls completely out. “No come on, give it to me” I wriggle around on the desk, waiting for him to come back inside of me. “You’re a little tease” he says, lightly rubbing my clit with the tip of his dick. It is sending shocks and waves of pleasure through my body. He leans over me, slide the tip in, puts his mouth on mine, and then slams his thick cock inside me, jolting the whole desk. He must’ve been prepared for me to cry out because he takes my mouth in his, covering it. Kissing me hard. He slips his tongue in my mouth as he begins to pound me.
We are moving the desk. We hear someone knock on the classroom door, he grabs a handful of my hair and shoves my face into his shirt, still fucking me. We ignored it. They knocked again. He kept going. “I can’t stop fucking this sweet pussy” he whispers in my ear. “Stop, I’m going to cum” I say. He picks up the pace. He picks me up off the desk and pins me against the chalkboard. It’s cold and powdery against my back. I’m breathing hard against his shoulder. He’s bouncing me off his dick. My head is hitting the chalk board. I lean forward and wrap my arms around him. Now there is friction from his stomach on my clit. I can’t see anything. It makes my feeling more intense. I can feel his body. Breath. Skin. Cock. It’s taking my senses. “I’m going to cum” I whisper. He turns around and sets me back on the desk. I lay flat and let him take me. He’s grabbed my hips and he’s drilling me. He’s moving the desk back and forth with each stroke. The darkness envelopes me as I cum all over us. I can feel it running down my slit into my ass. My pussy is clenching around his dick in unison with my heartbeat as I keep cumming.
“Oh you feel so good” he says through his teeth. He’s still pounding into me. He slows down, sliding in and out. He leans over and trails kisses across my collar bone and neck. It is making me throb down there. I wriggle under him, running my fingers up and down his back. I run my hands through his hair and bite my lip. I moan under my breath, trying to control my volume. There’s no telling who has already heard us. I don’t care. I want this. I love this. He pulls out of me then all of the sudden I feel his mouth on me. I gasp in the dark, feeling his tongue flying around my clit. He grips my thighs hard and holds me to his face. He is shoving his face into me. My feet are pinned against the desk. I can’t move my legs, I set up and shove his face into me. I am riding his face and squeezing my legs. My whole body is twitching and shaking. I start to cum. My back is moving so strongly I almost fall off the desk. I have my legs over his shoulders now, holding myself to him. I am still cumming. I try to scoop back and he only goes faster. I moan and moan. Oh it feels so good. I moan more.
He stands back up and pulls my legs around him, scooting my open pussy up to him. He slides in me with ease, slipping right into that sweet spot. My legs shake in response around him. He is rocking with my body, breathing heavy against my cheek. He grips my ass with both hands. “Oh baby, make me cum”. I reach up and kiss him hand on the mouth. I slip my tongue in and bite his lip. This sends him off. I reach around and pull the back of his hair, making him shoot cum inside me. “Oh, I can’t stop” he says, fucking me harder. “Yes Dr. Keaton, yes. Cum in me. Make me take it”. He moans in my ear, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks. “Yes, holy fuck yes” I moan. I lean back so he can go deeper in my. Oh fuck this is good. He moans loud, then pants into my neck.