No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop a few squeals and moans escaping my mouth as Austin steadily built up the pace of his fucking. I was thankful for the muffling sound of his jeans against my skin, otherwise the clapping sound might have made passersby in the hallway think a magician was giving a performance to an enthusiastic audience of one.
In a way, that was exactly what was happening, except no magician in the world ever sported a wand as thick as Austin’s. Driving into me with all the power of the elite athlete he was, I arched my back, feeling my breasts shake inside my bra with every impact, my nipples rubbing against the silky material.
If I was right about Austin having a lighter training schedule today, it sure felt like he was using up all the extra energy on me. Every stroke of his sizable cock seemed to fuel his own fire, and he steadily increased the pace of his thrusts until he was jack-hammering into me so hard and fast that the room went blurry and I had to shut my eyes.
I felt like I was almost having an out of body experience, transported to another realm of ecstasy, mouth wide open, eyes squeezed shut, and a heavyweight fighter pounding into me from behind with such power that I thought I might get bruises on my ass cheeks. My panting quickly transitioned from mere attempts at supplying my body with the oxygen it needed, to gasping ‘O’s of bliss, while Austin growled his own pleasure.
I could feel a sheen of sweat breaking out and cooling on my forehead as I was pushed inexorably towards my first on-campus orgasm. With one last moan, it hit me and I felt suddenly weightless.
The desk, and the rest of the room, seemed to drop out from underneath me. It was like I was floating through space, every square inch of my skin bombarded by pin-pricks of pleasure while the most glorious cock in the universe sawed in and out of my pussy. The first hot spurt of Austin’s creamy sperm slowly brought me back to a reality that was just as wonderful.
By the time I fully occupied my body again, Austin had completely spent himself into my depths, and I could already feel a rivulet of cum starting to spill out around his girth. I looked up at the clock and was shocked to find that there was only five minutes left until my tutorial was supposed to start.
“Ahhh!” I squealed and struggled to find my feet so that I could push the desk forward and get myself off his cock.
When I turned around, Austin was standing there with his hands on his hips, eyes closed and his head rolled back so his face was towards the ceiling. His cock was still standing out hard and proud, glistening with our combined juices, and for the first time since I’d known him, it looked like he was catching his breath after fucking me.
I smoothed down my skirt and then bent over to plant a big kiss on his manhood to bring him back to reality. “Put it away, I’ve got a class starting!”
Austin shook his head as if in a daze, but began to perform his next magic trick, which was fitting his cock back into his pants. The room was hot with our exertions, and I opened the windows after putting my panties back on, lest I made a slipping hazard on the floor with all of Austin’s seed beginning to leak out of me.
Once that was done, Austin had himself looking respectable again. I strained up on the tips of my toes to give him a kiss and he wrapped his arms around me, lifting me in the air as our lips embraced.
“Love you, babe, see you tonight, OK?” I said.
“Love you too. See you then.”
He set me down on the floor and walked back to the door. When he unlocked and opened it he found the post-grad tutor on the other side just reaching for the handle.
With slack-jawed awe, my tutor scanned upwards from handle-level until he made it to Austin’s face and stuttered out a request for an autograph.
Skylar
I felt awful, but not as awful as I had earlier. The clock on the bedside table said it was a little after eleven in the morning, so I had apparently dozed off for a while.
Yesterday I woke up with what I assumed was a stomach bug of some kind, and decided to stay at home instead of going in for my classes that day. The last thing I wanted to do was to be sick for Austin’s title fight on the weekend
I took it pretty easy all day, and the symptoms more or less cleared up. It wasn’t until I was flicking through a magazine and saw a full-page ad for diapers that my heart froze for a second, before bursting through the ice-shell with a blast of hot and frantic beats.
What if…
I’d been through sex ed, and biology 101, it wasn’t like I didn’t know how these things were supposed to work, but somehow between the desperate lust of my wedding night and now, it had somehow faded in importance. I’d become addicted to feeling Austin’s bare manhood inside of me, and the thought of a condom had transitioned from common sense to some kind of foreign concept.