Even after everything that Austin had done to me, it was still hard to believe I just got spanked in a tutorial room on campus. And I was going to cum like a banshee. And get fucked … hard.
Austin's palm circled around on my ass cheek where he'd just spanked me, keeping me on edge about getting another smack as he returned his attention to eating my pussy from behind. Instead, his other hand curled around my thigh, pulling my body against his mouth as he really buried himself in his task.
My juices were flowing freely, but my husband's almost superhuman tongue was up to the task, and I didn't feel any of my sweet nectar flowing down my thighs. Each breath I took was becoming less like breathing and more like shrieks of ecstasy, as my orgasm threatened to rob me of my powers of sight when it arrived.
Sensing how close I was, Austin gripped as tight as he ever had, locking himself in place and going to town on my clit. I thought the world was going to explode along with me.
Pleasure, pure and white hot, made me gasp. I was just about to let it all out in a window-shattering affirmation when I saw the handle on the door start to turn and I clamped my hands over my mouth.
I couldn't tell Austin to stop. If I let my hands go, then all I would do is let loose a scream of ecstasy. All that pleasure churned and broiled inside of me with nowhere to go, as I watched the handle jiggle as the person on the other side found the door locked.
Austin, oblivious or apathetic, forced ever more pleasure into the pressure cooker that was my body until I was beyond what any nineteen year old girl could take. The handle stopped moving and I prayed that the footsteps I heard walking away were real rather than wishful thinking.
Either way, I let out a long groan of relief and satisfaction, hoping that all that stress hadn't done any lasting damage to my internal organs. My legs were not supporting any of my weight now, as the last tendrils of my climax made me twitch and Austin's tongue finally slowed.
"Time to do what you were born to do, little girl. Stay right there, that's exactly where I want you," said Austin, getting to his feet.
I wiped a bit of dribble that had found its way out of the side of my mouth. "Wait, somebody's coming," I panted.
"Yeah, me, in you."
"But-"
Smack!
My husband's palm came down right on top of the last handprint and I sucked air in through my teeth. Seconds later, the sound of a zip told me all I needed to know about how the remaining time until my tutorial would be spent.
Fat, hard, dick pushed at my still-quivering pussy-lips and started to slide inside me. I scrambled to regain my grip on the edge of the desk and grunted with the effort of accommodating him.
No matter how many times he fucked me, the first thrusts were always like my first time with him. The panic, the primal need, coursed through my body and made me push back against this huge masculine invader, despite the fear and sense of him being simply too big.
Everything else in my world disappeared except for the sensation of fullness as inch after hard throbbing inch of majestic cock found a home in my tight little pussy. Austin pushed himself halfway in, then pulled almost completely out, before thrusting himself forward again until I felt his jeans against my ass.
"Holy mother of fuck, you feel good," growled Austin.
He had no idea. The triumph of taking a cock like his, the way it pulsed and twitched against the sensitive walls of my vagina, the way his powerful body rocked mine, felt like being the sexiest woman who ever walked the Earth, if only for a while.
Austin buried his hand in my hair and grasped a fistful, before steadying himself with his other hand on my ass, and thrusting his length in and out of me. He pulled back hard, dragging my head up off the desk and forcing my entire body against his pounding cock.
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.
I was nineteen years old, healthy, in a vigorous sexual relationship … and I'd never used any kind of protection. Faced with this nausea, it was a stark reminder about basic human biology.