0 comments/ 79674 views/ 4 favorites Hit and Run By: Deborah "Hit and Run" is Part Four of the sexual story of my life. "Time Out" which was posted on 10/11 was Part Three. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past "sins" is part of my repentance. The very same day I got back to that certain institution of higher learning to begin my junior year, the sorority sisters sent me out for groceries. The refrigerator was quite empty. Just because I was the only one who had a car I got to go. They gave me a bunch of coupons and a long list. I went to my favorite grocery store which I like best because it usually is not very crowded, particularly on a weekday afternoon. The prices are higher than the bigger stores, buy hey, I had the coupons. It was a very hot and muggy day. I was wearing cut-off shorts and a very loose tank top. No bra, but I mean, you couldn't see anything. Who would have thought? I forgot something; two actually. It took me about an hour of pushing the cart to find all the stuff that was on my list. I crossed off each item as I found it and attached the appropriate coupon to the list. Very scientific. I get to the check out and I'm in front of the cart, reaching over and getting the items, matching them up with the coupons and giving them to the clerk as she passed the stuff through the scanner. Once, twice three times I bent over and reached in the cart. The man behind me, quite attractive and professional looking in a very sharp summer suit, is "giving me the eye." You know, looking, but trying to look like he is not looking, and actually trying, quite unsuccessfully, not to look. You had to have been there. Duh! Finally, click, click. So, I'm thinking now, the next time I go down for more groceries, do I like put my hand on the top of my shirt or not? If I do, he'll know that I know that he got a great boob shot. But then, I think he knows anyway. I realize that the look on my face must be, had I been him in a similar situation, "What? Did I forget to zip up my fly?" I was definitely attracted to this guy, although he was probably more than ten years older than me, and I would have flirted with him, but all he was buying was disposable diapers. "Definitely taken," I thought to myself. I never make the first move on a married guy. If they make the first move, I can only assume their wife gave them permission to fool around. Well, I did sort of flirt with him. I lifted up the front of my shirt and said, "Want a look from a different perspective?" Lucky for me no one else was behind him and the clerk wasn't paying any attention. Oh my, he like turned five shades of red. I broke the ice with, "Hey, no big deal. I like to be looked at. Now help me get the stuff out of the cart." I laughed and so did he. I thought that was the end of that, paid for the groceries, pushed the cart outside, loaded the stuff and took off. There is a deserted stretch of road on the short cut I take back to the sorority house and there was a car behind me, following much too closely. As I slowed around a curve the car smacked me in the rear. I pulled off onto the berm and so did the other driver. I got out. "Oh, it's you! I said to the peeping dude from the grocery store. "Nice Mercedes and nice dent you got in the front now. And look at my car. How in the hell did you manage to hit me?" "I'm so sorry, Miss. I was talking on my cellular phone to my stockbroker. Big deal brewing." "Well, do you want to call the police about this, or what?" I asked. "No, no. I don't want to report it to the police, or the insurance companies either. I'll pay you for your damages. It looks like a couple thousand dollars worth to your car." "You're kidding!" I exclaimed. "Those little dents and the busted light will cost that much? I never would have guessed." He nodded and pulled out his wallet and handed me a packet of $100 bills. "Will this take care of it?" he asked. I never realized $5,000 in $100 bills was less than a inch thick. "Well, sure" was all I could stammer. Walking over to my car, I reached through the open window of the passenger side to put the money in my purse that was sitting on the seat. He was right behind me. "You have exquisite breasts," he said as he reached under my shirt and squeezed them, at the same time pressing me against my car. "I loved your large aureoles when you lifted up your shirt. Oh, oh, they are getting bumpy and your nipples are getting hard!" "What the hell do you expect when you are pulling on them like that, and quit it!" I demanded. I tried to slip away but he had me pretty well pinned against my car. "I want you," he said as he bit my neck from behind. I could tell he was very hard. "But, but ... I don't even know you," I stammered. "You won't rape me, you're not the type." "What type is that? You never went on a blind date? Call this a blind fuck." He turned me around and kissed me hard and forced his tongue inside my mouth. I didn't kiss back but I didn't fight him either. Unbuttoning my shorts with one hand, he slipped his hand down inside my panties. Oh shit! Just my luck; I was wet. Well, I couldn't help it! This was starting to get a little exciting in a scary kind of way. "You're not going to murder me, or anything are you? I got to get the groceries back to the sorority house or the sisters will be pissed. It's worse than PMS when those bitches are hungry and there's no food." I was trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, you're not turning soft on me are you? You look like you are one tough cookie when you want to be. I want you to fight. That's half the fun." "What, you do this often?" I asked incredulously. "Only when I encounter a beautiful bitch in heat who is just dying for some rough stuff. Who knows, you might even learn something, Little Miss Smarty Panties." "OK," I said, "you asked for it. No, wait, you didn't ask for it, you are just fucking going to take it, or try anyway." With that I kneed him in the groin. He deflected my aim somewhat as he moved quickly. I dabble in martial arts and I gave him a quick left hook to the lower ribs and an uppercut with my right hand. He barely flinched. I raked my nails across his face and drew blood, kicked him in the shins and stomped on his foot. None of that seemed to faze him either. I thought I best try the talking approach again. "Why are you doing this? I would have given you my phone number if only you had asked." "I'm a gynecologist. I look at and touch pussy all day long. Thousands of women have quite willingly let me explore their innermost physical being and have discussed everything with me, including their orgasms or lack thereof. I only like it when women are unwilling participants. I only like it when I make them cum even though they don't want me to, or at least say they don't." I started screaming and scratching and punching and biting. "Now you're cooking babe!" and he threw me over his left shoulder and walked to the back of his Mercedes, opened the trunk and took out a blanket and rope. He carried me off into a wooded area near the road. He dumped me on the ground in a clearing. "Don't bother running. I'm very fast." I did anyway and he was very fast just like he said. He tackled me within twenty yards and as he laid atop me, he raped me. Well, sort of. He quickly pulled down my cut-offs and panties, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and entered me quickly. It was like all in one motion and happened before I even knew it. He was huge and I was not yet adequately lubricated. He was hurting me and he knew it. But he only thrust deep inside me once and then he pulled out. "No," he said, "that's not how I want it. You already fought, now I want you to beg." When I got a good look at that big cock I thought to myself he just might be right. [BREAK] He pulled my shorts and panties the rest of the way off, lifted my tank top shirt up and off and carried me back to the blanket. The good doctor tied me up in some strange contortion with the rope, which was some kind of nylon stuff and didn't bite into my skin at all. My hands were tied behind my back and my legs were tied loosely to my hands. I was lying on my back, resting on my elbows with my knees up and my legs spread. "Perfect!" he said as he smiled seductively. "You can call me Doctor if you like. Now I am going to give you a vaginal examination. With my tongue." He gave me a few little licks. "Yum, yum. You smell and taste wonderful. What do you douche with? I'd like to recommend it to some of my other patients. Sometimes I wish I could put a clothespin on my nose." "I douche with rat poison you fucking pervert!" I screamed at him. He laughed and went back to licking my clitoris softly and gently. "Oh my, and aren't we getting more than just a little wet here? I don't think I'll be needing these," he said as he pulled from his pocket a handful of small samplers of Vagisal Intimate Moisturizer and other lubricants. He put them away and plunged his face back into my very moist triangle. Separating my wet pubic lips with his fingers, he spread me wide open. First he licked under my clit and inner labia and occasionally swirled my clit in his mouth. He was driving me crazy! Then he alternated with his tongue, slow flat licks, and with his lips, sucking gently. Soon I was squirming with pleasure. He was way better than any other man who ever ate me and even better than my girlfriends. I didn't want him to know that, though, and I tried to keep myself under some semblance of control. But finally I lost it as he licked my hot swollen clit with harder and more demanding strokes. I started yelling and screaming louder than when I was fighting him off. Thrusting my hips upward with excitement, I exploded in a powerful climax I felt from my head to the tips of my toes. "Yes! Yes!" I cried as I squirted juice all over his face. He continued to lick me gently as I came down from the most wonderful orgasm I had ever had and I'm sure he could feel my entire body shuddering right through my clit which he still held in his lips. "Please stop! Please. No more. Not right now." "Whatever you say, Little Miss Smarty Panties," he said sarcastically as he pulled his face away from my soaked and throbbing pussy. I laughed. His face was all wet and cunt juice was running down his chin and onto his shirt and tie which he had never bothered to remove. Damn, he didn't even loosen the knot on the tie! His pants were also still on and his big stiff cock was still sticking through the zipper. "What are you going to tell the dry cleaner about the spots on your tie? That you are a real sloppy pussy eater? Duh!" and I laughed again, even louder. "Oh, a funny girl, huh? You got a big mouth. A nice big mouth. Just right for a nice big cock!" He stood up, pulled me to my knees and lowered his pants and shorts. My hands of course were still tied behind me. Grabbing my hair with both hands, he pulled me onto his cock. There wasn't much I could do but open wide and let him fuck my mouth. He did all the work and it didn't take him long. Back and forth and up and down he jerked my head. When he was really going he had one hand on the top of my head, the other under my chin, lifted up my face and just rammed that big cock as far down my throat as he could. When he exploded down my throat he let out a yell that sounded like somebody being tortured. I'm glad I'm not the only one who screams bloody murder when they get off. He pulled out and shot his cum all over my face and rubbed his gushing cock on my lips. When he was down to the last few little spurts, I opened my mouth again and slurped on his cock, sucking and licking up every last drop. I put him all the way back in my mouth and felt him shudder as he came down from his orgasm, just as he had done for me. When he finally could talk again he said, "Now we are going to have a doctor/patient chat. I know you have clitoral orgasms," he said and smirked. "Did you ever have a cervical-pubococcygeal orgasm; a vaginal orgasm?" "Well, yeah. I know a little bit about Kegel exercises and such. My sister is a doctor and she explained some of this stuff to me. I think I have had vaginal orgasms." "What do you mean, you THINK you have had vaginal orgasms? Either you have or you haven't. I seriously doubt it owing to the fact that most of your lovers have probably been young studs who can't wait to get off. Now, I'm going to explain this all to you and I want you to pay attention very carefully. But first ..." and he began to lick my clitoris again. Just when he got me started again, he stopped. "Don't stop! Why are you stopping?" "Are you sure you want me to do this again?" "Fuck yes, now get to it!" "Beg." "Please?" "C'mon, you can do much better than that." "Would you please, PLEASE, shut the fuck up and eat me again?" "You're not angry with me? About abducting you? Or cumming all over your face?" "No, no. Paybacks are a bitch. Now eat me again and we'll be even. C'mon, hurry up, PLEASE! You got me all started again, now fucking finish it! And why don't you untie me? You don't really think I'm still going to run, do you?" Ignoring me, he went back to incredibly enthusiastic muff diving. Ten minutes and another great orgasm later, the doctor began his lecture and we began the show and tell on the subject of vaginal orgasms. Speaking of telling, you don't really think I am going to tell you about "The Secrets of Vaginal Orgasms" which I learned that afternoon do you now? Yeah right. You can read about it in my soon to be published book. I will tell you that I had more than five vaginal orgasms in about an hour. Somehow I lost count. I became totally exhausted from the multiple orgasms but the good doctor still had not had another orgasm yet. "What's the matter, Honey?" "Oh, now I'm Honey, huh? These positions don't work for me. No big deal." "Well, it's a big deal to me. Untie my hands. I'll give you a real special blow job instead of you just fucking my mouth." "No, no," he said almost shyly. "I want something else. Your ass. You have a beautiful ass. I want to fuck it." "OK." "What?" "I said OK. What fucking part of 'yes' don't you understand?" I screamed as I rolled over, leaned on my elbows with my 'beautiful' ass up in the air. "Fuck my ass, and make it quick! My sorority sisters are gonna be so pissed. They are probably eating the neighbor's dog right about now. Hey, why don't you come back to the sorority house and explain to those hungry bitches why I'm so late with their chow? Who knows, you might even get laid. Uh, did I forget to tell you that these girls are nymphomaniacs?" "I think not, my dearest Little Miss Smarty Panties," he replied as he started to slip that big cock up my ass. "Yeow! I yelled. "Do you think you could please use some of that Vagisal or other lubricant you have in your pocket?" He greased it up and I loudly moaned with pain and pleasure as inch by inch he shoved it in deeper and deeper. When I started to thrash around, he grabbed my hips and held me tightly. Oh, he liked this and it wasn't all that bad for me either, other than it hurt like hell. I put my hand underneath myself and started to rub my very raw clit. I got off again one more time, just as he did. It felt like a jackhammer was up my ass as he thrust and spurted until he shot every last drop. I was squealing and he was screaming so loud I think we might have woke the dead. He got up and put his clothes on. "You can keep the blanket and the rope," he said as he unloosened the knots, just enough so I could get free with a few minutes of effort. He just walked away. I heard him drive off back the direction he came from. As I freed myself I debated whether I should notify the police. I wondered if they would ask if I had orgasms while he raped me, if that's what I said he did. How would I reply? "Yes, about eight or nine times. I lost count." What just happened definitely was hit and run, but hell, I got paid for that didn't I? And then I thought about all the times I had been fucked but not kissed. This dude at least kissed me before he took what he wanted. Trying to track down my mystery hit and run gynecologist with the Mercedes proved futile. Nobody seemed to know anything about him. I should have taken down his license number I suppose. I learned an important lesson in life from this experience ... if you do coupons, wear a bra. I still go grocery shopping at that very same store every chance I get. Now, I wear a bra, under my long jacket. I do not, however, wear panties and when and if I see that doctor dude again I am going to flash him to see if he recognizes me. I mean, he is a gynecologist. One would think he should be able to recognize one pussy from another. I still have his blanket and rope in my car. Who knows, I just might fuck him without asking. Hit and run! Hit and Run The day I met Christian Fuller, my life changed completely. Now, that's a pretty big statement to make, considering I'm only 21 years old, but it's true. Before Christian, I was nothing. Nobody seemed to notice me. I was always in the background. I went to parties, had friends, I even went on one or two dates with some guys back home, but I always felt like somebody else's shadow. My life was like watching a fabulous party through a dirty window. I had enrolled at a fairly bland university on a fairly bland course in September 2005 and had moved out of my parent's house in Suffolk hoping that now, at last, I could have an adventure. Unfortunately, the first few months of my course were harder than I had anticipated and I ended up staying in my grotty student bedroom writing page after page on Barthes, Bakhtin and a whole load of other theorists I forget now. I had a big essay due in and was panicking a little. Our tutor on media theory had recently left, and the supply tutor knew nothing on the subject and hadn't been a lot of help. I was on my way to the university library mid morning. The weather had turned colder and I was wrapped up warm in a thick coat and scarf. You could barely see my face, I was so wrapped up, but it was only a short walk to the campus so I hurried on my way. I had my mp3 player on and was listening to some old soul music, planning my essay in my head and generally not paying much attention to the world around me. There were some busy roads surrounding the campus and I was approaching one of them. I walked straight out in front of a side road and bang! I was knocked down. The last thing I remember seeing amidst the blinding pain in my right leg, was a handsome, chiselled face of a male swimming above me before I blacked out. What happened after the accident I can only relay from other people's accounts. An ambulance came and took me to the hospital. My leg was in a bad way and I had broken some ribs so the doctors took me into surgery and fixed me up. When I came to, I was in a quiet, airy room with my leg stuck out in the air and barely able to move for all the bandages. My first thought was that I was not alone, and I wondered where I might be and who with. The whole experience seemed very strange to me, never having stayed in hospital before. I think I must have cried out, for the next second the strange, but beautiful face from earlier leaned over me with a frown wrought across his brow. I became aware that he was holding my hand and tried to sit up, now very confused. When he spoke, his tone was deep and rich and commanded attention. He asked me to be quiet and calm down, he was going to get a nurse. He left. My hand grew cold. A nurse came, with the man behind, who seemed very tall in my little room. She explained that the man was Dr. Fuller, a university professor and he had been the one to knock me down. She was young and pretty and the sight of her simpering around him infuriated me. I asked if she could contact my parents and tell them about my accident, more to get rid of her than anything else. She was reluctant to leave, and spent a long time fluffing my pillows and seeing things were in order before she went. And then it was just me and Dr. Fuller. He had a presence about him. His hair was light brown and long, just touching his shoulders. His face could have been carved from marble, the skin was so smooth and his features so dazzling. He was very tall with large hands and, although I couldn't crane my neck to see, I imagined large feet. His presence made me feel terrified and brave. I had never had a serious crush on anybody before, but when he cast his dark gaze on me, at last, I thought I would die from the heat rushing about my body, rousing life into places that I had always imagined as dead. He spoke to me kindly, I think he could tell I was little afraid. He apologised for mowing me down, but I think the redness of my cheeks and my shallow breathing gave me away. Being run over by him was the single most incredible thing that had ever happened to me. Over the next few days he visited me often, I think he must have felt guilty. I learned a bit about him in them few, blissful days where he cared for me. But with the arrival of my parents fussing over me, his visits became less and less. On his last visit, he told me to call him Christian, and that he had just started a new post as the media theory tutor on my course. I was speechless, well, I was always speechless whenever he was near, but on this occasion, I couldn't even form words in my mind. I imagine that he must have thought I was feeling ill, as he left before I could tell him that he would be seeing me again in his new lecture theatre when I was better. After this revelation, my only thought was to recover fully. My leg was healing fast, but every second spent away from Christian was unbearable. The doctors and physiotherapists were amazed at my determination and progress. Within three weeks I was walking a little, and after four weeks, I was allowed to return to university. The day I was due to go back, I got up very early and spent hours getting ready. I had never paid much attention to my looks before, but I knew I had looked a mess when Christian saw me in the hospital, and I wanted to astound him, to make him as breathless at my arrival as I was with his. I had just emerged from a very hot shower and had my towel wrapped around me. I stood in front of my mirror in my bedroom and closed the door. I dropped my towel to the floor. For the first time in what seemed like years, I studied my reflection in the mirror and drank in the details of my body. I had changed so much, and never noticed before. I laughed to myself to see that I had grown into a woman that many might find attractive. I was slightly shorter than average height and my body was slim, with large, round breasts and a small backside. My hair was long and very dark against my ivory skin, curling gently at my shoulders; and my eyes, I had never noticed before how they sparkled deep blue. I was curvy and supple; my skin felt warm but my nipples were erect and plum pink from their exposure. I felt them, pinching them gently between my thumb and forefingers and felt my cheeks flush. I stroked my body, feeling the curve underneath my breasts, down my flat stomach to the soft, shaven area of my pussy. I was embarrassed to touch myself there, especially looking so brazenly at my own reflection, but I thought of Christian and imagined his hands instead of own, rubbing the wet velvet slit of my cunt and bringing his mouth down to kiss me deeply at the apex of my thighs. I stroked my clit faster and rested a hand against the wall to steady myself. I felt the waves of pleasure rise inside of me as my hand worked like lightning and my eyes snapped open, watching my wet fingers rub faster and harder against my swollen clit. Eventually, the pleasure rising inside me peaked and I felt myself shudder and groan as my orgasm washed over me like a fierce wave. I withdrew my aching hand and slumped down onto the floor, panting and dishevelled. By the time I arrived at university, my orgasm had long since been replaced with a feeling of nervousness to the point of nausea. I felt sure that Christian would take one look at me and know instantly what I had done earlier today, that everybody would see my feelings for him written as plain as ink over my flushing face. By I needn't have worried. The lecture theatre was packed when I arrived and Christian was busy with the overhead projector. I took a place a few rows from the front and took out my notebook and pen, disappointed that he hadn't noticed me. The lecture began and my disappointment was replaced with a renewed enthusiasm for my essay. Christian was a great lecturer, and covered all the areas I had been worried about. I could also tell that half of the girls in the room wanted him as much as me. He was about to show us a clip from a film and the room became filled with the low murmur of chatter as he set up the dvd. He reached over to dim the lights which were near me and suddenly, his eyes locked onto mine. I felt his stare burning into me as the lecture grew dark and the clip played. I kept my eyes straight ahead; I felt I couldn't bring myself to look at him. But he knew who I was, he'd registered that it was me and when the lights came back on, he had a curious grin on his face. The rest of the lecture went smoothly and at the end, I packed my things to leave. But he walked over to me as everybody was leaving and his smile was worth every second of agony I had endured over the last few weeks. Even now I felt my leg twitch with the remembered pain. "Sophie!" he grinned, his voice deep and moving. "You never said..." I felt my face burn and my eyes were hazy. "I didn't get a chance...I'm here now." My voice sounded thick and I couldn't meet his gaze. "Well, it's good to see you back on your feet. And even better that you're in my class." I felt his eyes running over my body and taking in the little details of my appearance. My nipples grew bullet hard through my t-shirt and I saw his eyes flicker over them. "I hoped that I would run into you again." His voice sounded huskier but he shook his head and chuckled at his own pun. "Sorry, I didn't mean..." I laughed and met his eyes. "I know what you meant" I replied and managed to hold his gaze a second longer then necessary. I made my excuses and left before my desire for him gave way. As I left the room, I could feel him watching me walk all the way down the corridor. The next few lectures with Christian became easier as I learnt how to handle my feelings. I learnt how to control my flustering and stuttering when he spoke to me and was rewarded with being able to spend more time with him. Sometimes he joined me and a few other students for a coffee after the lecture and I found that perhaps my little crush wasn't completely one sided. When I moved to stand up I felt his eyes on my body. If I reached over the table, I sensed his eyes lingering on my breasts. And he became more flirtatious with me too, sometimes touching my knee lightly under the table during our coffee breaks, at other times he would give me a knowing smile when he handed out course documents during lectures. His attention focusing on me made me more confident and bold. I wore slightly more revealing outfits to lectures and voiced my opinions in class. I suddenly found myself with real friends. One night I was working alone, late in the library. The deadline for the essay was the following morning and I was making some last minute adjustments so I could drop it in to the assignment room that night, and take the next day off. I was engrossed in my work when I felt a hot breath against my neck that me shiver. I turned around and Christian was watching me intently, his face had a hungry expression and hovered just a few inches from mine. A split second later, and his expression had changed, he was smiling as he moved away from me. "Still working on that essay?" he asked. I swivelled my chair around to face him and returned his smile. "Nearly done. Then I'm off home to bed." At the word 'bed' his eyes narrowed and he breathed out sharply. "I would have thought you would have been tucked up in bed hours ago with your boyfriend" he scratched his head and tried to look nonchalant. I wrinkled my nose and began to close down the computer. "I don't have a boyfriend" I answered, my voice quivering. The pause hung between us as I gathered up my things. "Then let me give you a lift home. It's too late for you to walk back alone." I thanked him and he came with me to the assignment room which was dark and poky. He was following me very closely and when I bent down to put my essay into the drop box, he came up behind me and I could feel the heat from his hand pause by my back. As I straightened up and turned to leave, he stood still, breathing deeply in the dark. "I'm done, let's go." I whispered. I could see the glimmer from his eyes and he was close enough to kiss me, but I was tired and nervous, and slipped round the side of him. In the car on the way to my house, we were both quiet. It felt strange travelling in the vehicle that could have killed me, with the man that bought me back to life. It was late and my thoughts were muddled. As we pulled into my road, Christian parked into a lay-by and turned off the engine. I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned to say thank you for the lift, but he was gazing at me so intensely, my words faltered on my breath. Before I could move or say anything else, he reached over for me and pulled me close to him, his lips crushing my own. I was so startled, I didn't respond for a moment and he released me a little with a questioning look. It was enough. I folded my arms around his neck and pulled him into me, relishing the feel of his body pressed against my own. I moved my mouth to his and we kissed, furiously, deeply, our lips and tongues dancing, our hands gliding over each others bodies. His hands found the edge of my blouse and worked their way inside, sliding up my stomach to meet the warm, relenting flesh of my breasts. I moaned as his fingers found my nipples and we fell back against the passenger door, breathing hard. He sat up and began to unbuckle his jeans but I was suddenly overcome with nervousness and I pulled away. "What's wrong?" he asked gently. "Not here, not like this" I sat up and moved away from him, expecting him to protest. Instead, the silence grew chilling around us. After a moment, he started the engine of his car. "You're right." He said with a cold resonance. "We shouldn't be doing this. We could both get in trouble. I'm sorry, I don't know why it just happened. Let's just forget it." My world fell apart and numbly, I got out of the car, into my cold house and watched him drive away. The next few days were the weekend and I spent the time shut up in my room, moping and generally feeling awful. How would I face him again in class? I felt my only option would be to quit the course and transfer to another university. When Monday came, I was dreading the lecture and almost didn't go. When I walked into the lecture theatre, Christian barely looked at me and I sat at the back of the room, with my eyes averted from the podium. Those two hours were the most saddest and loneliest of my life and I when I did look at Christian he seemed to look through me. At the end of the lecture, our usual group made to go to the café, but Christian said he couldn't make it and wanted to discuss something with me in private. Nobody seemed bothered, apart from me. As the last person left the room, closing the door behind them, my heart sank with the realisation that his next words would be that last he would speak to me. "Sophie, you are infuriating. You have bought me nothing but grief since the moment I first came to this university." He began to pace the floor. "I'm sorry" was all I could mumble. "You kept me up all night worrying about you after I ran you over, and now you keep me up all night again, but for an entirely different reason." I looked at him, pacing the room, and he paused and walked towards me. "I've dreamt about fucking you for a very long time." He stood right over me and moved his hands to my bottom, squeezing my buttocks and moving me closer to him. I inhaled sharply as I felt his huge cock grind into my leg as he pressed my body into his. "Don't pretend you don't want me. I tried to kid myself that the other night was a mistake that you didn't want to happen. But every time I look at you I can see that you want me." I nodded mutely as he moved his hands up my body to my back and started to walk with me over to the supply room in the corner of the theatre. I shuffled backwards as he bought his lips down to my own and began to kiss me. Behind me, he opened the supply room door and together we stumbled inside, shutting the door behind us. It was dark and musty but it seemed that the very world had stopped for our union. We fell into each others arms and tore each others clothing off. He kissed my neck, pulling my top over my head and throwing it behind him. My own hands trembled as I unbuttoned his shirt and he unfastened his belt. As we stripped down to our underwear, he grew impatient and pushed me back against an old desk, wrapping my legs around his body and sliding his hands under my bra. His hands were cold and made my nipples stiffen. I gasped with the shock of his hands on my naked flesh. He undid my bra and ravished my breasts with his mouth, his hot tongue lapping at my heaving chest. He worked one hand down the length of my body and cupped it over my slick pussy, then, carefully, he hooked one finger around the gusset of my knickers and pulled them down around my ankles. I was now completely naked, but rather than reacting shyly to this new exposure, I thrust my body out to him, offering myself to him. My legs were splayed open and revealed my puffy, pink cunt, wet with wanting. Christian exhaled loudly and kissed my stomach, trailing a line down to my thighs. I closed my eyes in anticipation as his hot breath came against my pussy lips making me shudder, then, he dipped his head down and drank me in, kissing me and darting his tongue in and out until I felt like I was going to explode. I laid back on the desk, moaning and writhing, clutching the back of his head and burrowing him ever deeper into me, my pleasure mounting to a crescendo. I released my hold on his head and fell back, barely able to catch my breath. Christian stood up and slipped out of his boxers, regarding me with a sly look. His dick was much larger than I had expected, with a thick, pink shaft and a bulging head, oozing pre-cum. His left hand pumped the shaft up and down and he closed his eyes, holding his hand out to me. "I want you to suck my cock" he commanded and so I climbed off the desk and knelt at his feet. "All in good time" I teased as I stroked his cock lightly and gently licked it from top to bottom. He trembled when I did this and groaned loudly. I kept up my slow torture, rubbing his balls and kissing his dick until he moaned "Stop teasing me and put it in your mouth you little slut." I opened my mouth wide and he thrust his cock inside gently at first, then, when he found I could take it all the way in, his movements became faster, grabbing my hair and pulling me up and down his cock relentlessly. I sucked him hard and rubbed my tongue over the head of his beautiful cock until he gasped something and pulled away. "What?" I asked innocently, rising to my feet. "Get on the desk" he moaned hoarsely. He enveloped my body in his arms and lifted me onto the desk again. I drew him tighter to me, wrapped my legs around him and kissed him passionately. I could feel his cock push against my hot, juicy, cunt and I opened my legs wider. He thrust deep inside me and then again, so hard that I was rocked right back. It felt so good, to have his gorgeous cock slide inside me, I knew it wouldn't be long before I came again. I pushed against him as he thrust again and again, his hands travelled down to my buttocks and forced himself deeper and deeper inside me until I cried out and lost myself in my most powerful orgasm yet, my eyes watering and my hips grinding against his. I felt a gush of wetness between my thighs and Christian gave three very fast, deep thrusts and fell against me, shuddering as I felt his hot semen spurt inside me. For a delicious moment we were locked together, panting and sweating in the aftermath of our climaxes and when he withdrew from within me, and kissed my brow, I knew that this would be the start of many forbidden and thrilling encounters between me and my sexy lecturer. Hit and Run I was at home reading when I heard a loud cry of alarm, not far from my house. It happened about 3 houses away from where I lived. When I went out to see what had happened young man of about 24 was lying by the side the road wearing a push-bike helmet. He was conscious but in the early stages of shock. Nobody had stopped to offer any assistance. I asked him which part of his body hurt the most. He did not answer. 'Can you understand me?' I asked. He nodded, yes. 'Can you wriggle your fingers and toes?' 'Where's my bike?' he asked me. I stood up and looked around. 'I can't see one at the moment. Are you cold?' 'No!' 'What happened?' 'I was riding along that way when I was hit from behind. The sun was in my face so I guess the driver following me couldn't see me very clearly if at all. I think it was a large SUV but it had disappeared when I came to a stop.' 'Can you feel all your fingers and toes? Can you move them?' He watched his hands and slowly answered, 'Yes. I can. But I can't move my leg very well.' 'I'll call an ambulance and you can get all the tests done in a hospital. There's one about 3 miles away.' I dialed an emergency number on my cell phone and was told there would be help in about 25 minutes. 'I'll look around for your bike, mate. What color am I looking for?' 'It's yellow and blue'. I found it and carried it back to show him while he waited for the ambulance to arrive. He had begun shivering 'It's a bit messed up. I'll keep it at my place if you like and you can get it when you're ready. Wait here and I'll get a blanket to keep you warm while you wait.' He nodded as I raced away carrying his push bike and returned with a blanket, and covered him with it. It seemed to calm him a little. I received a call on my cell phone from the emergency service asking for the exact location of the patient and what I thought his injuries were. 'I think it's a broken leg. He can move his fingers and toes and doesn't seem to have head trauma, but tests will have to confirm that,' I said. 'He is conscious and quite coherent. He was knocked off his push bike by a car I believe.' They told me if he was in shock or getting agitated, to keep him warm and comfortable and asked me to stay with him if possible. I told them I could wait and they said about 30 minutes as they had another patient to take to hospital before they could come for him. I introduced myself to the victim and he told me his name was Oscar and he needed to make some calls to cancel some appointments he had the nest day. I passed him my phone and told him he could make all the calls he wanted. He dialled a number and before he spoke, I interrupted him and suggested he call them in the morning. I said, 'Wait until you know what's wrong in case they get unnecessarily concerned. Once you know more, it will be easier for them to accept you not keeping your appointments. At present you don't really know what your injuries are.' 'I think you're right. Good idea, Mark.' He returned the 'phone to me. I noticed he had placed his hand at the top of his legs and was slowly moving his fingers. I had read about people in trauma alleviating their stress by fondling their genitals. I was unsure what to do. I thought I should stay with him, but would he want me there while he was having a private moment? I placed my hand on his and said, 'Oscar, would you like me take care of that for you?' He closed his eyes and moved his hand away. I could not tell if he was self-conscious at being caught, or whether he would want me to touch him. I didn't know what to do. Would he object and snap at me to stop, or would he want me to continue? Maybe I had interrupted him by bringing it to his attention that I saw what he was doing. I was asking myself, whether he had stopped because of me, or would he like me to take over or just leave it? I began by smoothing the blanket from his shoulders and making sure his feet were covered. After I 'straightened' the blanket by pulling it out to the sides and smoothing it over his body stopping short of his penis. Then I lightly traced my hand over the growing lump in the otherwise smooth shape of the blanket and felt it's shape and considerable size. I circled my fingers around his swelling organ. Lightly gripping it between my fingers, I squeezed it gently. I moved my hand under the blanket, and pulled the tee shirt he was wearing out of the way. My fingers traced light circles on his stomach and circled lower and lower until I could feel the shape of the base of his penis. I then slowly felt the lump caused by his cock under the straightened blanket. I saw him move one of his legs to one side. After some long moments of indecision, I gradually moved my hand closer to his genitals and once again softly felt the shape of his cock. Feeling that he was accepting my invasive touch, still working unseen below the blanket, I lowered the zip of his shorts and removed his cock from the confinement of his jocks. He used his uninjured leg to lift his buttocks and I lowered his shorts so I could have better access to his cock. I held his swollen penis between my first two fingers. My curiosity became too much for me. I had to see what his penis looked like. I lifted the blanket out of the way to see a magnificent straight circumcised reddish pink cock with a considerable girth and a pronounced head throbbing noticeably. I vibrated my hand so the head of his cock was wagging quickly from side to side. This seemed to arouse him, and I was becoming very excited feeling Oscar's penis hardening in my hand. I moved my hand gradually toward the base of his penis so that more of it was wagging, and felt the increasing weight as his organ increased in size and weight. As it hardened even further, the vibrating movement became slower until his large cock had stiffened completely. 'Wow! It's a bit of a monster. I can stop if you like, but I wouldn't mind playing with it until the ambulance comes.' He nodded his head. Oscar seemed to be a man of very few words. I held it up straight with one hand and ran the fingers of my other hand around it in circles, just below the pronounced head of his thickened eight-inch cock. I held it just below the head lightly between my thumb and first finger and moved the skin up and down just a fraction of an inch. I thought that the natural heightened arousal of a person in trauma and the situation of a stranger playing with his most private and sexually responsive organ would be enough to arouse him extremely. At least I knew it was having that effect on me. After a few minutes of this, he said 'I think I'm going to make a mess.' I kept up my very subtle movement just below the head of his engorged cock and asked, 'Do you have a handkerchief you could ejaculate into?' 'No. I haven't.' Just then we could hear the distant siren of the ambulance. It was clearly heading our way as it became louder. 'I'd prefer you to stop than to make a mess Mark. I don't want to explain myself to strangers when the time comes to remove my clothes,' he said. 'There wouldn't be any sign if you wouldn't mind ejaculating into my mouth Oscar. Just tell me when you can feel yourself ready.' I continued to play with his pulsing cock as the siren got louder. It seemed that the closer the ambulance came, the closer Oscar came to cumming. His large egg shaped balls had tightened up against the base of his penis. Just as I placed it in my mouth, the ambulance drove around the corner towards us with a nearby telegraph post casting a thin shadow over us from the front lights. Oscar began whimpering little high-pitched cries. He seemed to hold his breath. With his cock in my mouth, grasping it between my lips, I began very lightly licking the underside of his turgid cock. He took a deep breath, then he let out a long strained groan. As he had reached the point where his climax became unstoppable, he began gasping. His throbbing cock swelled up and hardened with each pulse as he ejaculated several long squirts of semen into my mouth. I was still swallowing his tasty semen as the ambulance slowed down with its lights shining full in my face and came to a stop right next to us. Both Oscar and myself were in darkness again near the rear of the ambulance. I replaced the blanket and left Oscar to fasten his pants again as the driver and his assistant got out and prepared to load him into the back opening of the van. I told the driver and his assistant, 'It might be a broken leg. His neck and head seem to be OK.' I removed my blanket so the ambulance guys could examine him. His pants were low on his hips with the zip still down. His cock, now back in his jocks, was still a considerable size. The ambulance medic placed his neck in a soft brace and shone a torch in each eye for some kind of response test. As they carefully lifted him into the ambulance, I asked him if he wanted me to accompany him to the hospital. 'No, but thanks Mark. There is one thing I'll need tomorrow.' He reached into his pocket and gave me a key ring, which had a tag with his address and his house key on it. . 'Could you get my cell phone and bring it to me with the charger in the morning please? They're on the kitchen bench at home.' 'Sure, Oscar. No problem. Good luck.' They closed the rear the door of the hospital van and drove away. I slowly walked back to the house thinking about his possible injuries,. I gave a brief thought to my blind luck of having such an impressive large cock in my hand, and my mouth. I'll see him tomorrow when I bring him his mobile phone and charger, but I'll visit him again in hospital in a few days. If there is any way I can get access to that impressive swollen hardened cock again, I'll do whatever he wants.