Professor (First Time 2)

She’s perfect. She’s only eighteen years old, and half my fucking age, and so fucking off-limits, but she’s perfect. She half-strewn across my desk, her breast high and firm on her chest, the light pink nipples hard in mouth-watering little points. Her skirt is pushed up around her waist, and with her legs slightly spread, I can see the pink wetness of her tight little pussy.

Off-limits my ass, I’m going to make this girl mine.

She’s moaning as I kiss her, my fingers sliding over her pussy as I drop my jeans and my briefs and step out of them. I shrug my shirt off, and she’s cooing as she runs her hands over my skin and my tattoos and my muscles as I move against her.

“Please, Professor,” she gasps into my mouth as my hand slides up into her hair. “I want you to! I want you to have me.”

And its music to my fucking ears.

I growl into her mouth as I slide the throbbing head of my cock against her dewy wet lips. She feels like hot silk, and I can feel her wetness drip down my cock as I start to push the head inside.

Suddenly, she’s tensing up, and she pulls away from me to bite her lip and furrow her brow.

I stop, and frown. “You okay, honey?” I peer into her wincing face. “Look, we don’t-“

And then I get it. It’s that look in her eye that suddenly floors me.

She’s never done this before.

Holy shit.

I start to shake my head and pull away, but she wraps her legs around me, holding me close. “Wait, no! No, I want you to!”

“Ellie, Jesus, are you-”

She nods her head and I swear.

“No, really! I want it to be you, Professor!”

God help me, my cock twitches when she calls me that. I’m still pressed right up against her, her lips slightly parted around just the head of my cock like two wet petals, and I groan as I feel her muscles there flutter against my cock.

“Ellie, I can’t be your first, honey.”

“You can, Professor Martin.” Her eyes are wide and her face is flushed pink as she holds me against her like that and look pleadingly into my eyes. “You’re not like the other boys at school here, and I always wanted it to be with a man, like you. I don’t want my first time to be drunk at some frat party.”

The idea of some little frat shitbag touching this girl has me seeing red for a second, and the caveman inside of me screams mine.

The rational part of me wants to resists and say this is wrong, and that we should stop. But it’s the other part of me that already knows what I’m going to do. It’s the primal, animal side of me that wants to claim this girl in every conceivable way. It’s the side of me that wants to make her mine, make her come, and make her scream my name as I fill her fertile young body with my seed.

Ellie takes my hands and slides them across her full, soft tits, and I groan as I feel her rock her hips forward, slipping another quarter inch of my cock head inside of her and making her whimper. “Please, Professor?” Her tongue darts out across her lips. “Fuck me with that big cock.”

Yeah, take a guess which side wins.

She moans as I grab her face in my hands and kiss her fiercely, bruising her lips with mine. “This is only gonna hurt for a second, baby,” I growl as I start to easy my cock forward. She winces, and then cries out as I start to sink inside. But then suddenly, I just start to slip right inside, and we’re both clutching at each other and moaning as I drive every single thick inch of my cock inside her virgin pussy.

“Oh my GOD!” She moans, tossing her head back and clawing at my chest. “Oh my God it’s so big!”

I let her get used to the size for a second, feeling her impossibly tight young pussy gripping and rippling around my thick shaft. I start to slide out, and her eyes dart up to mine like she’s worried I’m stopping. But then I drive in again, rocking all the way back inside until my balls are resting on her ass, and she moans as her breath catches in her throat.

And then I start to fuck her.

She eases back across my desk as I spread her legs wide and start to pump my cock in and out of that wet little slit. She’s moaning and writhing, and arching her back off the desk as I hold her hips and drive into her again and again.

Her flawless, tight young eighteen year old body fits me like a fucking glove, like her pussy was made for my dick. I slide a hand up to cup and squeeze her gravity-defying tits, bouncing high on her chest as I fuck her with deep, even strokes. Her ginger hair fans out around her head, and her eyes are squeezed shut in exactas as she clutches at papers on my desk, sending books and reports scattering across the floor.

“Fuck me, Professor Martin!” She moans, her hands coming to her breasts and pinching her nipples as she gasps and looks up at me. “Show me how a man fucks!”

It’s like a dare, and I growl as I grab her by the hips and just start to pound into her. She starts to gasp and moan beneath me, ‘yes, yes yes’ babbling from her lips as I bury my thick cock in her again and again. And for a second, I’m aware that I’m not even wearing a condom, but I also just don’t fucking care.