9 comments/ 85817 views/ 9 favorites After Class Ch. 01 By: PaperStreetSoapCo Part one of what will hopefully be a series. My first submission in a long time so feedback is welcome! * She sat at the back of the lecture hall, her legs crossed at the knees, bent at a right angle to her upper body to allow her knees to poke up next to the arm desk. She wore similar clothes most days, a collared shirt and a warm but flattering sweater to combat the permanent chill of the over air conditioned school buildings and either comfortable jeans or a flirty but not outrageous skirt. She was a normal, pretty but not remarkable college student. Her one concession to absurdity tended to be her shoes which varied wildly with her mood, from neon pink Chuck Taylors paired with a skirt from the Gap or ridiculous high heels in brightest cherry red with ratty old blue jeans. Today she wore a conservative black skirt that flared out at the knees and a blue silk blouse under a loose sweater vest. When she had sat down her skirt had ridden up exposing a long line of skin on the top leg, slightly pink and angry looking from a recent sun burn. About half way through the lecture she had reached down to straighten her skirt, realized there was no skirt to straighten, and glanced up at him quickly, a faint flush of embarrassment spreading across her face. But then she had seen his eyes focused glassily on her thigh while his mouth lectured on auto pilot and, after hesitating for a moment, had left the skirt where it was. Twenty minutes later he was starting to feel lightheaded from all the blood rushing south. She was sitting in the back row giving her the perfect opportunity to tease him without being seen by anyone else. She had worn the red high heels today, probably celebrating the fact that spring had finally arrived in upstate New York, and he was starting to realize why those types of shoes were called fuck me pumps. She had shifted in her seat right when some little jerk in the front row had asked a question which forced him to turn and write on the board for a few minutes and when he turned back to the classroom he almost swallowed his tongue. He had assumed that the shift she had begun when he turned away was merely going to be fidgeting her knees or some such but instead she had stretched both impossibly long legs out over the arm of the chair next to her and was writing on the flimsy little arm desk sideways. She was taking up both seats and he felt the sudden irrational urge to call her out on it, to chastise her in front of the entire room, both for behaving inappropriately and for taking up both seats. He thought better of it and tried to focus on explaining Medieval barter economies and tried desperately to ignore the shocking red shoes crossed over slim ankles lurking in the back of the room. He got to the end of the lecture, barely, and was chugging his water bottle as the students filed out, already excitedly talking about whatever fun they were planning on the suddenly green and summery quad. He firmly resolved to be extremely busy with very important papers as the students left so that he would not have to look at the shoes clicking down the steps from the back of the room. But he could hear them. They tapped along, dawdling down the steps, getting louder and louder as the other noises diminished with the rapidly emptying classroom, until they were the only sound at all. They moved across the room and stopped in front of the podium. He was still standing on the ledge behind the podium, placed there to give inexperienced young professors like himself extra height and an added sense of authority, and she had stopped at exactly the right distance that he could see just a bit of the red shoes over the blank papers he was so busily shuffling. After what felt like an awkward eternity he had to look up and almost swallowed his tongue for the second time. She had taken off her sweater and her shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of cream bra. Her hands were clasped behind her, forcing her chest, and the gaping shirt as well, out towards him in a posture that was both provocative and innocent. He stepped down from the dais and put his bag on the table beside it, turning his back on her, desperately tucking papers into folders, anything so that he wouldn't have to see the red shoes and the open shirt behind him. He did pretty well ignoring her for about 15 seconds and then he froze as he heard the heels tap towards him once, twice and then she was standing next to him, in front of the table, her shoulder a millimeter away from his, so close that he could feel the warmth of her body. He was breathing hard, wondering what she was going to do next, when she turned quickly and hopped up onto the table swinging her legs off the edge like a kid but with those incongruous, murderous, blood red high heels. The only thing he could hear was his own pulse and the only thing he could see was her fingers as she fiddled with the bottom button of her blouse. There were seven, tiny pearl buttons, he realized distractedly, as she fiddled the bottom one open. Now only six. As the next one popped open he could see a little triangle of flesh between the waistband of her skirt and the open tent of her blouse, falling in soft folds from her chest. Now only five. Her fingers hesitated on the fourth button and in that second of hesitation he was lost. He was sure he would explode if she stopped and it was suddenly imperative to make sure it did not stop. Her fingers had not even recovered from their momentary pause when his hands lashed out and ripped the shirt open and before she had time to register her surprise, or shock, or whatever her reaction would have been he had stepped between her open knees and shoved her down onto the table. Her eyes were closed and the blue shirt had fallen completely open, exposing a soft pale stomach and a skin tone bra barely containing a pair of succulent young breasts. He reached for his multi tool and opened it quietly, lowering it stealthily until the cold metal hovered above the strap of the bra. She gasped as the blade touched her skin and held her breath as he sliced the bra off, using the tip of the knife to push it off her breasts. The cold air stiffened her nipples and he could not help but lean down and take one into his mouth, suckling, teasing the very tip with his tongue. She moaned and brought her hands up to rest on his head but he grabbed her wrists and slammed them back down onto the hard surface of the table. He sucked her breast further into his mouth and ground his cock against her mound, squeezing her wrists in time with the thrust of his hips. He sucked and sucked and finally bit down and snapped at her nipple. The little flicker of pain made her arch her back and shove the breast against his face. He took advantage of her bowed back to shove her arms, still tangled in the mess that was all that remained of her shirt and bra, under her back. The shirt was so torn that she was effectively trussed, unable to wiggle free because of the weight of two people on her upper body. With her shoulders pulled back her chest was thrust out and he stood back up to survey his handiwork. He ass was teetering on the edge of falling off the table and he slid his hands up her thighs, pushing the skirt higher and higher until he could see her black lace panties. She twitched her hips as his fingers drifted over her fabric covered slit so he grabbed the front panel and tore it down the middle. With the fabric suddenly gone he could smell her arousal and it made him even harder. He walked around to the other side of the table, where her head was hanging off the edge, and unzipped his fly. When his cock was released from its confines it bounced down and smacked her in the face and she obediently opened her mouth. He ran the head of his cock around her lips for a moment or two, tormenting her. Her pink tongue nipped out once to try and lick to mushroom head and he leaned over and slapped her breast, the sudden pain making her open her mouth even wider in shock and he took advantage of that moment to slam himself down her throat. He was too big for that to work normally but her head was hanging down backwards keeping her throat open. She was not expecting his cock and as he slid down her throat she yelled but any noise that might have come out of her was muffled by a mouth full of cock and a face full of balls. The only effect her screaming had was to vibrate her throat around his dick and he threw back his head and grinned, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. He fucked her face for a while, watching her writhe as she tried to catch her breath in between thrusts, enjoying the way her tits jiggled. Every few thrusts he would reach out and slap her breast and feel her gasp around his cock. He reached further out and drew his fingers across her slit, surprised at how wet she had become given the way he was abusing her. He slid his fingers around her clit and felt her sigh. He used his other hand to roughly pinch her nipple and flinched as he felt her teeth scrape the underside of his shaft. He slapped her clit in punishment and was extremely surprised to see her entire body practically elevate off the table. Apparently she liked it like that. He slapped her again and again felt her entire body tense up. He kept smacking her until she came, her mouth open wide as she screamed around his cock and he darted around the table and had slammed his shaft deep inside her while she was still cumming. The sensation of her hot messy pussy, which would have practically made him cum right then and there anyway, combined with her walls pulsing around him almost made his head explode. He kept himself deep inside, buried all the way to the hilt, until he was sure he could move without blowing his wad. As her body relaxed he regained a little bit of control and began to slid himself out of her until the only thing keeping him in was the ridge of his cockhead. He pulled back just a little more and he popped out and she whimpered at the sudden emptiness. The sound angered him and he reached up and put his hand around her throat. He used his other hand to line his cock up with her slit and ran the meaty head up and down, from her opening to her clit a few times. Finally he rested it at her opening and slammed inside, squeezing her throat at the same moment, watching her wince as his pubic bone smashed into her clit. He fucked her hard, hammering away at her hole, punishing her for teasing him and always, always, keeping his hand around her throat, controlling her, exerting his authority over her body. He slammed into her over and over again, ending each stroke with a slight upward twist so that his hips were swiping her clit with each stroke. He could feel the tension inside her building up and he used his free hand to wrench her nipple, and grunted as she contracted around him. He did it again and again, and felt his eyes roll back in his head as her cunt gripped him, the ripples in her walls massaging his cock as she came around him. The sensations were too much and he felt his balls tighten and his hands around her throat and on her breast squeeze tight, almost dangerous but not quite and he shot deep into her, grinding himself against her clit as she pushed back against him. As he came down from his high he stood up carefully, heard the gentle slopping noise as his cock fell out of her, pulled up his pants and grabbed his briefcase and walked out the door, leaving her spread out on the table. He opened the door and found his TA standing in the empty hallway, red faced, and realized that the doors, even when shut, had a crack that one could see right through. He shrugged as he walked away, heard the door slam behind him and heard a moan from the still not deserted lecture hall. If this proves popular I will continue the story of the TA and our heroine. So it all comes down to your feedback folks! After Class Ch. 01 Molly nervously adjusted her dress for the third time as she stood in front of the 3rd floor hallway. She'd be standing there for almost 5 minutes now, trying to decide if she was doing the right thing. Professor Jameson... George, as he'd insisted she call him (outside of class, of course, wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea), had been so understanding. She'd wanted to take psychology to help understand herself, but she'd found the work hard. He'd helped her get back on track, and always been ready to provide a listening ear. Eventually she'd found herself telling him everything, and instead of disgust, he'd simply nodded and told her that it was ok, she wasn't a monster, or a deviant, and that she'd be surprised about how many people had done... anyway. They'd exchanged phone numbers, started texting, and eventually hours on the phone. Then, tonight, he'd asked her to come back to his classroom and see her. The drop in his voice made it obvious what he wanted, and she'd said yes without hesitation. Even though she hadn't been with a man in... since him. She adjusted her dress for the final time and knocked lightly on the door. It immediately opened, and George was ushering her into the dim room; the blinds over the door and window had been pulled. The edges of the room were in darkness, the room lit only by his desk lamp. He led her over to his desk. 'You look lovely. The dress is perfect.' She could hear the desire in his voice as he took her purse and jacket and placed them on a corner table. George put his hands gently on her hips, and turned her to face him, smiling gently as she shivered at his touch. 'It's ok. You don't have to do this. Like I told you. You know I want you, but you have to want me, as well.' He waited, warm hands still on her hips. Molly simply nodded, and George smiled. He pulled her close and kissed her gently on the lips, then more firmly as she opened her mouth to him. He slowly moved her backwards to his desk, until she bumped into it, and he pressed himself against her. Molly gasped and pulled away from the kiss when she felt his erection. He pressed himself more firmly against her, slowly grinding himself between her legs as she shuddered. George leaned close to her ear and in a hot breath whispered 'We can stop.' But he never stopped moving his hips, and Molly's breathing began to come faster. 'N... no. I want this. There's been no one since th... since him, and I want this. I know you'll be good to me.' George moved back from her and beamed. 'So that's a definite yes?' She nodded. He suddenly laughed and clapped his hands, stepping back, away from her, leaving her confused, perched on the edge of the desk. 'Ok guys, you can come out now.' Molly's eyes widened in shock as three men emerged from the shadows. Boys really, her age, college age, maybe slightly younger. She thought she recognised one of them from her English Lit class, but it was hard to tell. They moved towards them until they stood in a loose half circle behind George. They were all grinning. Molly could see at least two of them were already hard. George clapped one of them on the back and turned back to her. 'Did I get them right? You told me about your brothers, how did I do?' Molly shivered and nodded. The boys were eerily similar. 'It took me a long time to find them and... convince them. Although with Steven here it didn't take much.' George said, and he and the blondest boy laughed. Molly was frozen in place. She shouldn't be here. She should never have told him, never have told anyone what she'd... what they'd done, and now she was in deep trouble. She started to stand, to move, to try and get away, but the four men were between her and the only door. 'It's locked anyway, locked it as soon as he had you on the desk.' Offered the brown haired boy, who was slowly looking her up and down. 'You know what's going to happen, don't you Molly?' Asked George, with a grin. She nodded. She knew exactly what was going to happen. She'd told him, practically written it out for him. She clutched the edge of the desk, suddenly resigned. She knew what she was in for now. George smiled again. 'Good girl. Don't worry, I'll make them all wear condoms.' Molly closed her eyes. 'So you didn't even want to... you just wanted to watch?' She felt herself pulled suddenly forward. Two of the boys, the brown haired on and the blond one, had her by the arms and were pulling her. Between them they had their hands all over her, her face, arms, legs, butt, breasts. Exploring. She could feel their desire, and both of them made very sure to press their hard-ons onto her whenever they could. One of them slid a hand under her dress, between her legs, and she gasped breathlessly and closed her eyes. 'Ah ah, not yet!' Admonished George, from where he'd perched himself on the edge of a desk. 'That's not how we do this, remember? We went over this.' Neither of them spoke, but they both moved away from her, leaving her shaking, alone, in the middle of the floor. 'Now, Steven, you know what to do.' The blonde boy moved towards her again. She knew it was pointless to resist as he slid his arms around her and began gently kissing her neck, moving his arms up to unzip her dress. As it fell to the floor the brown haired boy whistled. She was braless. Like he'd asked. The blonde boy Grunted in appreciation and stepped back to look at her. 'Now Steven, you've been a good boy, and you know Molly has been playing where she shouldn't, don't we?' Steven nodded, eyes on her breasts. 'And you know what to do about that, don't you?' Another nod. 'We need to teach her to stay at home with us, don't we?' Dear god, George even got the inflection right, she thought, as Steven moved towards her again. He took his shirt off and unbuttoned his jeans, revealing his cock for the first time. It was by no means the biggest she'd seen but she backed away, nontheless. He charged forward and roughly grabbed her hips, pulling her towards him, pressing himself to her until she could feel him throbbing through her panties. She moaned in fear, and he laughed. One hand slid between her legs again and he said 'she's wet! She wants it!' George smirked. 'Of course she does. Girl knows her place is here, with us. Now get on with it. You know what to do, and your broth... the others want their turn.' Steven pushed Molly to the floor and lay on top of her. His cock was between her legs now, still pressed against her wet panties, and he began slowly rubbing himself against her. She moaned again, and turned away from him, closing her eyes as he kissed her neck again, moving down to suck her nipples gently. His hands moved to her panties, sliding them down, and she felt him pressed against her clit. She gasped and he stared into his eyes as he slid himself up and down, up and down, over her slick clitoris and down, then back up. He grunted and moved to enter her, slowly pushing himself in, just the head, so slowly... until George's voice, hoarsely stopped him. 'Now you just wait there, boy, you be careful with her. She never had a man in her. And you'll need one of these.' Molly heard a crinkle of foil and then Steven was pulled roughly off her. She lay on her back and watched, wide eyed, as George rolled Steven onto his back and held up a condom. Steven nodded and went to take it but George pushed him onto his back and suddenly straddled the boy. 'Hey! What the fuck are y... ' Was all he could get out before George put a hand over his mouth. 'Let me put it on. I'll be gentle.' And before the boy could say another word, George rolled the condom on. Steven lay where he was for a moment, staring at the ceiling, and Molly could see even the other two had stopped staring at her. Then George's voice came again. 'Now get on with it. Teach her. Go easy though, she's got a long night ahead. The other two laughed then, shaky but reassured. Steven rolled onto her again, his hot breath on her face as he positioned himself between her legs again. Molly decided to try. 'Please. You don't have to do this. Please, don't. I don't want this, don't put it inside me. Please don't... oh oh no, don't please oh noooo... ' her voice trailed off as she realised she was saying the same words she'd said all those years ago as Steven pinned her to the floor and slowly slid his cock into her, oh so slowly, just like he had, being careful, because she'd never had a man inside her, she was a good girl, she never liked that stuff. Steven grunted as he slid himself fully inside her. He was panting, and she could feel him throbbing. 'That's a good boy. Go on now and pull out a little, then go back in. Now too much or too fast now. Use your hand on her clit too, teach her properly.' George was playing the part well. Molly moaned. Steven followed directions well. He began to slowly move in and out of her, ignoring the slick noises coming from the two of them, one hand holding her to the floor, the other between her legs, one finger on her clit, slowly rubbing it. 'That's right, you're doing good boy, keep going, see, she likes it? We knew she wanted it didn't we?' George again, his voice becoming hoarse. Molly stared at the other two. The brown haired one kept letting his hand stray to his cock, touching it through his jeans, staring at them, while the other, the darker blond one, was sitting at a desk, just watching. Occasionally he glanced at George. Steven was getting a faster now, grunting as he moved in and out of her, in and out, in and out. In her memory it had been for hours but George had explained it had probably been only for a few minutes; boys that age never last long. 'Stop please, don't, please, don't make me come I don't want to come please I don't I don't oh no no no... ' Just as she was starting to come, Steven suddenly pressed his mouth to hers, frantically rubbing her clit and thrusting into her harder, and faster, and then he must've come because he suddenly gasped, thrust into her hard enough to make her cry out, and then pulled out and rolled away from her. 'See? That's family. You came together didn't you?' Said George as Steven shakily stood up, pulling off the condom. He zipped his pants up and sat down at a desk near the last boy. Molly lay where she was, trying not to think about what was coming. She had a long night ahead. After Class Ch. 02 This story was written by the guy I wrote about in my story "After Class". The stories are about the two of us. -------------------------------------------------- What I really learned in class… "Matt, what did Freud say about oral?" demanded Burriss, Ab Psych teacher, waking me up from my short but nonetheless arousing nap. I frantically searched through my notes and memory for the answer, trying to keep all sexual imagery out of my head. Burriss had woken me from one of my numerous sex fantasies, and I was more worried about concealing the 7 inch rod in my pants then answering his question. I tried to pay attention in that class, but I hadn’t had sex in months, and Burriss’ class was so boring I couldn’t help but start to dream about fucking some of the girls in my class. "I…uh…can I pass?" I stammered out. "Keep your head up next time. Ani, can you help us?" Ani, who sat directly next to me, quickly gave him an answer, but I didn’t hear a word of it. Ani was a few inches shorter than me (at 5’7), and was gorgeous. I had just been fantasizing about her, and just looking over at her after all of those fantasies caused me to enter a sort of lustful trance. Ani was a gorgeous girl. She had just moved into our district recently, and the first day I saw her I couldn’t help but just drool. The first day during the routine "Get to know each other" session, she mentioned she was latino, and from then on I knew where she got the beautiful permanently tan skin and ass and tits that any other girl would kill for. Every guy in class was staring at her body that day. She had firm, pert tits, that looked as if they were just a little bit too big for her frame, with a tight, round ass - a perfect half-circle shape. But that wasn’t it, Ani was knew her shit in school and best of all she had personality. She had that attitude everyone imagines in a latino woman, but was never bitchy. She respected herself, and everybody knew it. Everything about her reflected her confidence: she said what she thought, she didn’t dress like a slut, and if you pissed her off you’d hear about it. Some guys hated this about her, but it turned me on beyond belief. She was what I always imagined as the perfect woman - the best of both worlds: sexy but not slutty, confident but not arrogant. Luckily, me and Ani had become pretty good friends over the last semester, but I never let on about wanting her. I just figured she had an older boyfriend, who would beat the shit out of me if I made a move on her. As Burriss kept teaching, I couldn’t take my eyes off Ani. She had on a low cut shirt and a sexy black miniskirt today, and I just couldn’t take my eyes off her body, darting my eyes back and forth between the cleavage I could see down her shirt and leaning back to see her shapely ass. I’m not sure if she knew I was staring or not, but I didn’t care. I was just committing all of it memory, making a permanent entry in my spank bank. This was my last class, and I couldn’t wait to get home and jack off thinking about sucking and fucking her. When the bell rang, I grabbed my bag and was ready to dart for the door, hoping to beat the rest of the class to prevent them from seeing the outline of my rigid cock. "Matt and Ani, why don’t you two stay after class." "Fuck!" I thought to myself. I quickly sneaked into a desk without anybody noticing the bulge in my pants. "What did he keep both of us in class?" I wondered. I was scared shitless, was he going to tell her I was staring at her all hour? A thousand thoughts rushed through my head, what was I going to tell Ani? "Matt, I noticed you’re grades have been dropping in my class, and school policy mandates that I give you a tutor. So, Ani has agreed to save your sorry ass." "Thanks Burriss.." I muttered. Ani had come back to the desk next to me, and shot me a quick smile. Apparently she hadn’t noticed my staring, otherwise I’d probably be getting slapped by now. "Hey thanks for volunteering to help me out and everything" I said. "No problem, what are friends for right?" Burriss took his seat at his desk in the corner behind us, and Ani began reviewing the lectures with me. I appreciated the help, but I couldn’t keep my mind on the subject. I just needed to go home and jack off already. This boner wasn’t going away, and I was afraid it was only a matter of time before she noticed it. After about a half an hour, Burriss and told us to he was leaving early (public schools…) and to lock the door when we left. "Alright, we’ll be leaving soon Burriss" I said, hoping to give Ani a hint. He closed the door, and I got ready to ask Ani if we could quit for the day, making up some lame excuse about me being sore (which technically wasn’t totally a lie, blue balls was setting in). "That’s fine, I just have a question for you," she said. "Yeah alright, let’s just make it quick," I replied. "Well, I’ve noticed you weren’t looking at Burriss very much in class today…" My face turned beet red in seconds. She must have seen me gawking at her tits. I thought she must be pissed, and wondered how long it’d be before her boyfriend kicked my ass. "Yeah…look I’m really sorry-" "No it’s okay," she interrupted. "What?" "Well…," Ani began to drift off and looked down, "I like it." I was shocked. I never had any idea she had any sexual interest in me. But she was obviously turned on…I knew I should take my chances here. "Yeah, me too.." We both laughed a second at that, but ended with an awkward pause. We were staring at each other, smiling. At this time, I could crack jokes easy, but when it came to making the move, I was completely incompetent. I just stared at her with a big stupid grin until I realized she was waiting for something. After I sat there with a confused look on my face for what seemed like hours, she said "It looks like it…", glancing conspicuously at my cock. At this point, I was beside myself. My hormones were raging, my brain had shut off, I just wanted to bend her over the desk and fuck her brains out. Again, I just stared into her eyes, but this time, I saw she was experiencing what I was. She had a look of passion, almost just pure lust in her eyes. She was exotic, she was sexy, and I knew she was horny. I knew I had to make a move. My shyness was totally gone, replaced with the lust of months of unsatisfied desires. I stood up in front of her, making sure to step closer so my bulge was at eye-level for her. She did the same, but slowly standing up and slightly brushing her entire body against my cock on the way up. I slid my arms around her waist, and pulled her body against mine, making sure she felt my cock pressing into her. She tilted her head up and kissed me, gently at first, but gradually getting more sensual, until we were full-blown making out. I dropped my hands to her ass, gently squeezing it in my hands. Her ass felt even better than I expected. She pressed against me harder as I did it, and I was about ready to blow my load right there. I knew if I wanted to last I had to slow it down. I started to kiss her neck, and slid my hands around and up to her breasts. I started to caress them through her shirt, and again it was everything I expected. They were pert, just the right size, and firm. As I kissed her neck, I felt one of her hands slide from my waist to my crotch, and she started to rub my cock through my jeans. A second later, she pushed me back over to our teacher Burriss’ desk, about 3 feet behind us. I backed into it, and she told me to sit down. Of course, I was willing to do whatever she said at this point. I sat down, and she started to unbutton my pants. She stared up into my eyes, still with that exotic lust that I had seen before. Slowly she dropped to her knees, and pulled off my jeans. I couldn’t believe this. My fantasies were coming true; Ani was about to suck my cock. I kept staring into her eyes, as she pulled down my boxers. Her eyes only left mine to watch my cock as it sprang forth from the boxers, almost hitting her in the chin. She looked back up at me, and started to give me a handjob with one hand, while holding my balls in the other. She etched forward, and while still staring into my eyes, gently kissed the head of my cock. She started to kiss around it, and eventually her gentle kisses were replaced with her tongue. She licked up and down my shaft, playing with the underside where she knew it felt the best. Then in one quick movement, she downed half my cock into her mouth, still while staring up at me with her beautiful greenish-brown eyes. She started bobbing her head up and down on my cock, and after a minute or so, she grabbed my hand and put it behind her head. When I pressed her mouth farther down my cock, she just moaned and started bobbing her head faster. She was sucking me off, and it was the best blowjob I’d ever had. She’d alternate from fast to slow, always taking no less than half of my cock into her mouth at a time. I put both of my hands behind her head, and pressed her down even further. This time, she took more of my cock into her mouth, but on her own. Before I could even press down, she was gagging on my cock, trying to get all of it into her mouth. She grabbed my hands and put them on her tits, as she begin to frantically bob her head up and down on my cock, taking all of it in every time she came back down. After a few seconds of that, I had had too much. I tried to pull her away so I wouldn’t cum yet, but she wouldn’t have it. She pushed my arms away, and deepthroated my cock again, moaning as she took it in. This was just too much for me, and I blew my entire load right down her throat. I looked down at her to see her sexy eyes staring right into me, watching her swallow load after load of my hot cum. She loved it. I came so hard she couldn’t get all of it down though, and some of it leaked out of the corners of her mouth. When I was done, she took my cock out of her mouth, and used it to wipe the cum on her cheeks into her mouth, and swallowed it all. Even though I had just blown a huge load, watching her turned me on all over again, and I pulled her up to me and set her down on the desk. I pulled off her shirt, and started kissing all over her tits. She began to unstrap her bra, as I pushed her skirt up, revealing her black thong. I could see she was shaven, with just a little rectangle of hair peaking out from behind the thong. When she took her bra off, I saw what I had always fantasized about. She had beautiful tits, atleast a C cup, round, firm, her nipples totally erect. I couldn’t help myself. I just started kissing them, sucking her nipples, tweaking them with my tongue, anything I could do to make her moan. My hand darted down to her pussy, and I started to rub her pussy through the thong. She quickly started to moan, putting her hand behind my head and playing with my hair. I looked up to see her head fall back, jaw agape, eyes closed, as she just moaned, "Oh Goooooooddd this is good…" I was loving this, and I just wanted to return the favor and make her cum. I pushed her skirt up further, and pulled her thong aside as I dropped to my knees in front of her. We both stared at each with that familiar lustful gaze, as I began to kiss her exposed pussy lips. Her pussy lips were completely shaven, and I started by licking the edges of them. Again she started to play with my hair as I began to kiss her pussy, darting my tongue over her clit. She looked down at me, "hmmm..suck my pussy..that feels sooo good." With one hand, I reached up and kept massaging her beautiful tits, and with the other I began to rub her pussy as I sucked on her clit. As I sucked her clit, darting my tongue over it and pressing it between my lips, I slowly slid two of my fingers into her wet pussy. She stopped staring at me only to let her head fall back again, moaning with pleasure. I was afraid maybe someone would hear, but I just didn’t give a fuck. She was going to cum, no matter who heard it. I kept finger fucking her and sucking her clit for a few minutes, until she grabbed my head and pulled me up away from her pussy. She stared me right in the eyes, and demanded "Fuck me…now" She pulled her thong off, pushed her skirt up farther, and spread her pussy lips for me. She couldn’t even wait for me, instead grabbing my cock and pulling me over to her. I slid my cock in, slowly at first. After it was about halfway in, I felt her hands on my ass as she pulled me in faster. I slid the rest of it in one quick stroke - filling her pussy with all 7 inches of my cock. Again, her head fell back, and now I just went crazy. I started fucking her like a madman..fast, hard strokes. Everytime I’d get all of my cock inside her, she’d moan - and with every stroke I watched her gorgeous titties shake as I fucked her on my teacher’s desk. She laid back on her back now, so I was standing up in front of her, holding her legs apart while I fucked her as fast and hard as I could. She was screaming, now "Oh Fuck me. God yes fuck me harder!" I was fucking her so hard now the desk was shaking back and forth, her breasts had just become a blur. I reached up and grabbed them, allowing her legs to fall a bit as I fucked her while holding her tits. This was good, but I wanted more. I pulled my cock out of her, only to hear her moan.. "No…don’t stop..please keep fucking me. Please. Fuck me now!" I pulled her over to the edge of the desk, and turned her over. She knew how I wanted it, and she looked back at me with those lustful eyes and mischievious smile. "Mmm…I like this." She moaned as bent her over the desk, spreading her legs. This time, I was too horny to be gentle. I slid all of my cock inside of her with one stroke, and pushed her farther over the table so I could get a better angle at fucking her pussy. She screamed again, "Oh yes…fuck me just like this. Make me cum…" She leaned up again, her head turned back and to the side, staring at me again with a look of pure passion. Her arms stretched out forward, as she clenched the far edge of the desk with her hands as hard as she could. She looked at me, and demanded "Pull my hair." I pushed her back onto the desk, and with one hand grabbed her ass while I pounded her pussy from the back, with the other hand pulling her back. She loved it. She screamed over and over "YEEESSSSS….FUCK ME. GOD YES - JUST LIKE THAT." I pounded her pussy with my cock as hard as I could, pulling her hair as she continued to scream for more. Then I felt my knees start to give way, everything started to turn red, and I knew I was going to cum. I fucked her as hard as I could, pulling all the way out and shoving my cock back in at full speed, pulling her hair, spanking her ass. "Ohh…I’m cumming" I moaned. She moaned right back at me.."Oh God yes..me too, oh yes..FUCK ME! FUCK OH YES! OH I’M CUMMING!!!!". I fucked her until her screams subsided, about a minute later, and then leaned over to kiss her. I pulled out and she turned around, kissing me back. We both got dressed, our first words coming as we walked out the door, "That was great" I said, grinning. "Yea…we’ll have to study again sometime" she said, turning to walk the opposite direction down the hall. After Class Ch. 02 When she got home, she ran upstairs to her room, plopped her bag down and shut the door. She stripped off her clothes, down to her white bra and panties. She walked over to the half-length mirror on her dresser and looked at herself. She tilted her head right and left as her eyes ran down from her breasts to her crotch. She started replaying the intense blowjob she just gave him. She closed her eyes, picturing his face, his lips and the way his hands felt on her bare skin, firm and burning with desire. Her breathing quickened and with one hand, she squeezed her breast. Her nipples grew harder and pushed against the fabric. She laid down on her bed and slid her hand down into her panties. Her middle finger glided over her clit and surged across her opening, her slit getting wetter. Her other hand pushed her bra strap off her shoulder. She licked her fingers and thumb and pinched her hard nipples. She imagined his tongue flicking her aureolas, his teeth nibbling on her hard nubs. She started to writhe on her bed. Her fingers stroked feverishly. She imagined it was his hard dick plunging in and out of her. She bit her lower lip and her heart started beating faster. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter, and soon she erupted with a yelp. She turned over and hugged her pillow, thinking, "Oh man... I can't wait to see him again. What am I going to say to him? He's so sweet and so cute," she thought about his mesmerizing eyes, "but we're in the same class. If things don't turn out well..." --------------------------------- After her self-serving session, she fell asleep and was awaken by the ringing of her cell phone. Thinking it was her mom calling to see what she was eating for dinner, she answers without looking at the screen. Groggily, " 'erlo?" The low voice, "Hi." Her eyes pop wide open. Clearing her throat and trying to sound more awake, she says, "Hey! Um.. Hi... hey," not sure what to say next, "What's up" jumped out. "Not much," he responded. She could hear him smiling over the phone. She smirked and said, teasingly, "Why are you calling then?" He makes a "hmmm...." sound, pretending to think, "You're right, I don't know why I called. I'll talk to you later." "Wait!" she jumps in, probably a little too eagerly. "Yes?" She could still hear him smiling and she knew she fell for his trick. After a 2-second pause, she said, "Oh, nothing. Never mind. I'll see you in class?" "Mmm... I don't think I can wait that long." She can't help smiling. "Really?" "Really. So what are you doing tomorrow?" "Nothing... oh wait. Crap! I have to work tomorrow. Umm... maybe we can hang out after? I get out at 6." "Are you sure you won't be too tired? I mean, I'd totally understand. I always feel like crashing and doing nothing after I get out of work." "I'll be fine. I can always find energy when there's someone to do. I mean THING! Some-THING to do." She bit her lip and mouthed the word "FUCK", hoping he'll just let it pass. She can hear him laughing, but luckily, he just said, "Do you want me to pick you up or meet you somewhere?" "I should probably go home and change first...so how about you pick me up at my house around 7?" "Okay. I'll see you at 7 then. Umm... have a good night then, good dinner I mean...Right. See you later!" Now it was her turn to laugh. "Yeah, see you tomorrow!" She hangs up the phone and rolls over in her bed. Her next thought: What am I going to wear tomorrow? ------------------------------ She catches herself looking at her watch, glimpsing the clock on the wall, glancing over to the time on her computer, wishing the clock would move faster while at the same time, hoping it would slow down because she did not feel ready enough to see him again. Focus! Just do your work and when the time comes, it comes. You'll know what to do then. She replays her pep talk to herself while she walks over to the elevator. She needs to bring some files down to another floor. The elevator opens and she nearly drops her jaw when she sees him standing there with a single flower. His head was down and he was mumbling and hand gesturing something to himself. He started to step out of the elevator when he looks up and sees her standing before him. His face lit up, as did hers. She pushes him back into the elevator and pushed the floor number she needed. "What are you doing here?" she asks. "Umm, I wanted to..." he hands her the flower. "I told you I couldn't wait." The elevator dings as it reaches her floor. "I have to give these files to the HR department." She pulls him out of the elevator. "Wait for me here, I'll be right back and then I can give you a tour. Alright?" "Sure." He watches her hips sway as she walks down the hall. He looks around and down the hall and notices a broom closet. He tests the doorknob. Locked. Damn it, he thought. She comes back down the hall towards him, walking as quickly as her shoes will let her. She pushes the elevator up button. "I can't believe you came here! Alright, I'll show you the top floor first and then we'll go back down to my floor and I can show you my 'workspace'," she says as they step onto the elevator. "Ohhh.. 'workspace'. Sounds fancy." "Yeah, I know... they make us call it that." The elevator opens at the top floor and they step out. "This is where most of our managers work," she gestures at some of the offices they walk past. "Interns usually don't come up here unless we need to help fetch files. I know, not very exciting for us, but..." She grabs his arm and swooshes him into the broom closet. She shuts the door quietly and turns her back to it, facing him with a devilish grin. "I saw you checking the closet door downstairs." He smiles at her daring move and walks up to her, cups his hand behind her neck and pulls her in for a slow, deep kiss. She closes her eyes and lets his tongue swirl against hers. He breaks the kiss very briefly. They gaze into each other's eyes and instantly fall back into their kiss. This time more passionate, filled with heat. His hands wrap around her waist, her hands paw at his chest, grabbing his lapel, pulling his body close to hers. He was getting aroused at the feeling of her chest heaving against his. His kisses trail from her ear lobe down to her neck. His hand cups over her breast. He starts massaging, rubbing his thumb over her nipple. The sensation shoots tingles down her spine. Her panties start sticking to her as they grow wetter with anticipation. A stifled moan escapes her lips. He starts unbuttoning her blouse. She catches his hand and starts pulling away. He's still breathing heavily as he looks into her eyes, silently begging her to continue. He leans down and plants little kisses on her nose, cheeks, ears... She completely surrenders and lets go of his hand. He swiftly unbuttons her blouse, exposing her pink lace bra. He bends down to kiss her nipple through her bra. The lacy layer rubbing against her now very sensitive nipples adds to the tingling between her legs. He straightens back up and resumes their tongue locking. She could feel his aroused dick pushing against her stomach. She rubs the shaft through his pants. He lets out a gasp, but he's determined to make this session about her. His hand reaches around to rub her tight round ass. Her skirt rides up higher and higher, until he can feel the smooth skin of her thigh. He runs the back of his hand up her inner thigh. His fingers graze her panties, now soaked with her juices. He firmly rubs her wet spot. Her knees nearly buckle from the pleasure and she moans into his mouth. "You are so wet," he whispers into her ear. She would blush if she wasn't already at his mercy. "What are you going to do about it?" He rubs her again, her panties are getting caught among her moist folds. He hooks his index finger into her panties and yanks it to the side. He licks his middle finger and rubs it along her slit. She grinds her hips lower, trying to catch his finger. He rubs back and forth along the wet opening, until, "I can't take it anymore, put your fingers inside me, please." In one firm movement, he glides his middle finger as far up her wet snatch as it will go. She gasps from the pleasure waves crashing against her body. He slides back out, then enters again with two fingers. Rotating his wrist around while digging his fingers and rubbing her clit with his thumb, he could feel her inner walls tightening. Her breaths become labored. Soon she's gasping air and she grabs his shoulders. "Ohmygod, don't stop. Don't stop!" she says, trying to be quiet. He enjoys watching her writhe from the pleasure he's bringing her. He lowers his head to her breasts and lightly nibbles on her nipples. The extra sensation sends her over the edge. "I'm cumming, cummmmming..." She could feel herself erupting around his fingers, but he doesn't stop rubbing her clit or rotating his fingers. After he feels her final wave, he slides his fingers back out and licks his fingers. Seeing him do this, she blushes. She buttons up her blouse and attempts to straighten her hair. He watches her pull her skirt down and tuck her blouse back in. Their eyes meet and both smile, a little shyly. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him. "That was incredible." She walks over to the door and cracks it open, checking for people walking by. "Come on, let's go," she motions him out the door. They walk back to the elevator and ride down to the ground floor. She bites her lower lip and smiles at him. Ding! Ground floor. She walks him out of the building. "I guess I'll see you in.." she checks her watch, "3 hours?" He leans in to kiss her cheek and whispers in her ear, "Just you wait..." He steps back, "See you tonight." She smiles and turns back to go inside. He lingers on and watches her go, thinking about his plans for later that night. After Class Ch. 02 Molly knew it was pointless to try and get up so she stayed where she was, on the floor, legs splayed open, staring at the ceiling. 'Mark, it's your turn.' Without looking, she knew this was the brown haired boy. She heard him moving towards her, then looked as George stepped between them. She heard another condom wrapper open, then heard Mark gasp as George unzipped the boy pants and took his hard cock in his hand. 'You let me do this boy, you'll mess it up.' Then George stepped away and Mark was on her and in her before she could react. This one didn't kiss her, didn't even try to make her come, he just roughly thrust himself in and started pumping away, holding her down, just like he was supposed to. He stared into her eyes as he thrust, grimacing as he came close, and then carrying on. She could see he was trying to make himself last. She gasped as he moved in her, moaning and trying so hard not to come, she didn't want to come with her br...with him inside of her. Mark saw this and grinned, suddenly slowing his movements. He was playing the part well. George has long ago stopped giving direction and was now once again perched on the edge of his desk, watching as Mark pulled out and started doing what Steven had done, pressing his cock into her clit and moving it oh so slowly, rubbing it, rubbing her until she cried out for him to stop, to please stop, don't make her do that again, she didn't want it, didn't like it. They all laughed when she shuddered and came again, twice. Mark kept going and going, somehow, until he grabbed her shoulders and thrust into her hard, then lay on top of her, panting. George laughed and pulled him back, out of her and away. She stayed on the floor. This was the worst one. George knelt on one knee next to her. 'How you doing cupcake? Learned your lesson yet? You're not going to be playing where you shouldn't now, are you?' Molly closed her eyes and shook her head. George laughed. 'Well I'm not done teaching you. Get up.' When she didn't move , he roughly grabbed her by one arm and yanked her to her feet, pushing a hand between her legs to feel her wetness. 'I can feel that. With one finger he began to rub her clit, then slid it down and inside her, holding her up as she shuddered against him. He went back to his slow rubbing, and laughed again as she came. 'See? You liked it. You wanted it. Tell Da....tell me you liked it, you wanted it, and you'll never leave us again.' Wearily, she did. George smiled and pulled her towards where the last boy was sitting, chair pulled out from the desk. 'We got one more lesson for you, I think, don't we?' Molly closed her eyes. 'Please. Weren't they enough? No more, I don't want...' George pulled her close and breathed into her ear. 'No. This is happening. So be a good girl for me and maybe you'll get a reward.' The last boy was sitting in his chair, staring at her. As George moved her closer to him he made no move to get up. 'This is Charlie. Charlie here was a bit reluctant so we're...ha, you're going to help him out. Aren't you girl?' She just nodded, looking at Charlie, who was slowly unbuckling his belt. George let her go and moved towards Charlie, who immediately stopped what he was doing and let George undo his belt, buttons and zipper, and gently pull his pants down to his ankles, and Molly watched as her Professor gently took the boys cock out, rubbing it and whispering something in his ear. Soon Charlie was hard as a rock, and he moaned when George slid the condom on. 'Now, this one is going to be a little different. Molly, I want you to spread your legs, and we know how you know how to do that, and straddle this fine young man.' He turned to her. 'Then fuck him. If you do a good job, I'll let you go.' She moved towards Charlie slowly and shakily. Her legs and back ached, she was covered in sweat and her own juices, and she stared at the wall behind Charlies head as she placed one leg on either side of him and moved onto his cock, which was the biggest of the three to her surprise, almost too big. As soon as the tip of him was in her he moaned and thrust upwards, making her cry out and come. He grabbed her hips and whispered in her ear, 'go slow. Move slow, I want you to be slow, I want to be inside you for as long as possible.' Had she even told George about that? She came again as she began to move up and down on him, and he groaned and bucked his hips and pushed his face into her chest, sucking her nipples as she moved. She could see the other boys in the background, jerking off. George must still be perched on his desk. Charlie suddenly gasped out 'Stop. Get off me.' She shakily stood and almost fell as he stood and shoved her into the wall behind Georges desk. Shakily he lifted her, spread and pinned against the wall, and then he was inside her again, this time thrusting hard and fast, face pressed into her shoulder, grunting and gasping. She stared at the other two, who stared right back at her. Charlie lasted the longest, almost twenty minutes by the clock on the wall, before he shouted and came, letting her fall to the floor, smacking her head on the way down. As she lay there she watched George talk briefly to the three boys who'd had her, heard 'good job.' Then he unlocked the door, let them out, and re-locked it. He slowly walked over to her, still hard as a rock, fingers hooked into the belt loops of his jeans. Staring down at her, he spoke. 'Was it everything you'd hoped? I knew you wanted it from the moment you told me about it. I worked hard to get the details right. I watched those boys have you and I watched you come, over and over. That's the part you never told me wasn't it? Your Daddy made your older brothers take you, just like this, but you wanted it, wanted them inside you, you liked it.' Molly said nothing. George gently lifted her to her feet, handed her a roll of paper towels and just watched as she did her best to clean up. 'Where are my clothes?' She asked. George smirked. She turned and tried to run to the door but he was faster, grabbing her from behind. He hissed in her ear. 'There's another part you didn't tell me, isn't there? After your Daddy's little lesson, he had one more thing to teach you didn't he, wanted to make sure it stuck.' He turned her to face him, and dragged her over to his desk. 'I'm going to finish your lesson and then you can go.' She began to struggle, but everything hurt and she was so tired, she eventually gave up and let him perch her on the desk again. 'Just do exactly as I say, and it'll be fine.' He grabbed her chin. 'Ok?' She nodded, not looking at him. 'Look at me and say 'ok Daddy.' 'Ok Daddy.' He moved closer until her was standing between her legs. 'Undo my belt, unzip my pants and take Daddy's cock out.' She did as she was told. He was hard as a rock, throbbing, and without being told she slowly began to jerk him off, as he took his shirt off and kissed her neck. 'That's right, oh that's a good girl. I knew you'd like this.' Sliding his pants down he lay her back on the desk and positioned himself between her legs, stopping just before he was inside her. 'Wait, aren't you going to put on a c..' He interrupted her. 'Oh no no, I don't think so. You're my girl, I want you to feel all of me and I want to feel all of you.' He cupped her breasts lightly as he gently pressed his naked, throbbing cock into her, then as he moved further in, he moved one hand between her legs and rubbed her clit, so that as he slid completely into her, she came again, screaming at him to stop, to please take it out, she didn't want it. He laughed and pulled out, immediately pushing in again, holding her legs, building up a steady rhythm, making sure she came again and again, until he abruptly pulled out and just stared into her eyes. 'This is the part you didn't tell me. You let Daddy and all your brothers fuck you before you came to college, and you liked it didn't you? Especially Daddy, because he was the best one.' He thrust into her again. 'Do you want Daddy to come inside you? That's what you want isn't it? You want me to come inside your tight cunt, after I make you come again.' He grabbed her hair. 'That's what happened isn't it? SAY IT.' Molly closed her eyes. 'Yes. I let them all have me, let them all fuck me. The boys wore condoms but Daddy didn't, he wanted to come inside me and I let him.' George pulled out again and let out a bellowing laugh, before abruptly yanking her upright, spinning her round, and throwing her back on the desk face-down. He was inside her again before she knew what was happening, thrust hard and fast, grunting and whispering in her ear that this was what she wanted, what she deserved, and she liked it. Molly couldn't even scream any more, as she was fucked face-down over her professors desk she just moaned over and over for him to 'stop, to please stop, take it out, Daddy please don't come in me, stop it, I don't want it to feel good oh please...' Until George pushed her into the desk hard, thrust in once, twice, and as he came inside her, she groaned into the cold wood and came too. 'That's a good girl.' He said. After Class Ch. 03 5:55 PM. She shuts off her computer, throws her phone and car keys into her bag and darts toward the elevator. He checks his watch and looks through his closet again, trying on his third button-up shirt. 6:13 PM. She runs up the steps to her house and bolts through her door and up the stairs to her room. He decides on the blue, gray and white striped button-up because he knows it brings out his eyes. Tonight he wants them to be lethal. 6:36 PM. She hops out of the shower, quickly dries herself off and skips back to her room. She had mentally picked out her dress while showering. She reaches for her white spaghetti-strapped sundress and a short-sleeve blue cardigan sweater. It was her favorite outfit. It's both incredibly comfortable and flattering in just the right places. He checks his watch and the clock on his wall. He wants to make sure he isn't late for their first official date. But, he thought, I don't want to arrive too early and make her feel like I'm rushing her. He looks at his watch again. 6:50 PM. She double-checks her make up in the bathroom mirror and combs her hair through once more. She could feel butterflies in her stomach already. She goes downstairs and pours herself a half glass of water. He pulls his car into her driveway very slowly and puts it in park. He turns the ignition off. 10 minutes early. He decides to sit and wait. He could feel his heart beating faster. Breathe, she already likes you. His mind wanders back to the day they were in his room. He could picture her beautiful eyes and full lips. He could feel his dick hardening, when suddenly, she knocked on his car window. He jolted from the window and she laughed. She didn't expect to scare him. He rolls down the window. "What are you doing? Why are you sitting in your car?" She asked, curiously. "I...got here early. Didn't want to rush you. I was going to wait till 7 to..." She ran around to the passenger side and plopped into the seat next to him. "...get you." "Well, you've got me now. Where are you going to take me?" He can't help but stare at her. "First off, wow." She smiles, and brushes her hair back behind her ear. "Thanks. You clean up pretty well yourself." The corner of his mouth smirks up and his dimples dance on the corners of his smile. "Second, I was thinking we could catch the new Jet Li mov..." "YES! How'd you know I wanted to see that??" "Well.. you've been talking about it in class for weeks now. I do know how to take a hint." Excitedly, she fastens her seat belt, "Let's go then!" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- They stand in line together to buy the tickets. When they get to the front, they both take out their wallets. "Nope. My treat," he says as he gently pushes her hand holding her wallet down. She opens her mouth to protest, but ends in a sigh instead. "If you insist... Maybe I'll pay you back with something else later," she winks at him, until she catches the eye of the ticket-seller. She could feel her face flush red with embarrassment. He smiles and fakes a cough, "Thanks," he says to the ticket-seller handing him his change back. He places his hand on the small of her back and guides her away from the sales counter and towards their theater. "Don't worry about it. It'll give him something to fantasize about tonight." They walk into their theater and scan for good seats. It's surprisingly full. All the seats in the back were taken by rowdy teenagers and other couples who were already making out. "Come on. Over there," he reaches for her hand without thinking and leads her to their seats, five rows from the back toward the center. When they sit down, he and she realize they are holding hands. She intertwines her fingers with his. "I love your hands," she leans in to whisper in his ear, "When I touch myself, I imagine your hands... your fingers deep inside of me, feeling how wet I am..." She leans back slightly and looks into his eyes with a naughty twinkle, biting her lower lip. The lights start to dim. He lightly touches her cheek with the other hand and draws her into a kiss. Her heart is pounding with excitement. She could sense his heart beating quickly too. His hand reaches under her hair and cups the back of her neck, pulling her into his hungry kiss. She could feel the heat growing between her legs. "Damn, he is so hot," floats through her mind, while her lips and tongue try to keep up with his ravishing rhythm. A bright explosion lights up the screen and they snap back to reality. They look into each other's eyes and both smile mischievously as they lean back in their seats to begin watching the movie. She found it hard to concentrate on the storyline with him sitting so close. She put her hand on the armrest. He put his hand over hers. His fingers lightly stroke the grooves between her fingers, sending tingles up her arm and down her spine. Her chest heaves as she tries to contain how horny he's made her. She could feel her panties soaking through and her nipples straining against her dress. He can see the effect he's having on her. She bites her bottom lip, closes her eyes and tilts her head back, trying to regain composure. He carefully reaches out with the hand further away and brushes against her breast. He could hear her gasp in a breath of air. He continues to massage her breast and flick at her nipple through the fabric. She wants to stop him for fear of getting caught, but she feels powerless to the sensations. Her eyes try in vain to focus on the action on the screen. She could feel the heat within her building up. She grips his hand and pulls it into her lap. Watching her become so hot and bothered, he can't help his own erection. He leans close to nibble on her ear. His hot breath sends her over the edge. She writhes in her seat, knees swaying right and left, her chest heaving. As her orgasm subsides, she sits back up in her seat and adjusts her clothes and hair. She can't believe she just came with him barely touching her. He could sense her body relaxing, her grip on his hand loosening. He rests his hand on her thigh and begins to massage it through her dress. She slouches back down, letting the dress ride up to reveal her bare thigh. She likes the feeling of his warm hand on her flesh. She rests her head on his shoulder as they finish watching the movie. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The end credits roll and the lights come back on. "So what'd you think of the movie?" he asks. "I liked it... I think," she smiles sheepishly, "I'll have to re-watch it when it comes out on DVD." He laughs, "Yeah, I'll watch it with you again." They stand up to exit the theater. Once out in the parking lot, the air has cooled and temperatures have dropped. She hugs herself to keep warm. He hadn't brought a jacket, so he draped his arm around her shoulders and led her to his car. She leans back against the car door and lightly rests her hands on his chest. She glides them up to the lapel of his shirt and pulls him in til their lips almost touch. "I just wanted to say..." her mouth presses against his, her tongue teasing his, "thank you...for the movie...and for the uh..." He tries to stand straight and clears his throat to answer her, but he could only picture the look on her face when she came. Cough. Achem. "I'm glad you liked it. The movie, I mean." He opens the car door and she slips into the seat. He goes around and gets in. "Where to next?" She ponders. "You hungry?" He asks. "Not particularly, but I could go for a coffee." "Good idea. Do you have any preference? S-------- or D------?" "Let's go to D-------. Something irks me about S--------. No offense if you like it." "Nah, I don't have a preference." As they drove over, they started to talk. The car soon filled with sounds of their excited voices and laughter. They asked silly get-to-know-you questions, like "What's your favorite color/food/movie?" and "What are your hobbies?" They arrive at D-------, park the car and walk in. "Alright, since you treated me to the movie, coffee will be on me," she offers. He smiles. He admires her spirit. "Okay. I'll take a medium, regular cream and sugar." "And I'll have a small hot chocolate. Thanks," she hands the money to the cashier. "So, you come to a coffee place and order a hot chocolate?" he teases her. "What? I like hot chocolate." "Nothing, it's sweet. I mean, it adds to your sweetness. I mean," his tongue and mouth stumbling to get the right order of words out, "You're sweet, is what I mean to say." She looks at him adoringly. She never thought she could have this affect on him. They take their drinks and get back in the car. They sat and continued their conversation and questions. Both nervous and giddy and excited, occasionally stealing quick touches. She leans onto his arm as he talks about his future plans. He twirls her soft hair between his fingers as she tells him about her family. He takes one more sip of his coffee only to realize his cup is already empty. He checks his watch. "Oh crap, I should get you home. It's past 1 am already." "Seriously?" she checks her own watch and heaves a sigh, "You're right." They arrive at her house, and he gets out to walk her to her door. He watches her hips sway as she walks in front of him up the steps. Mmm..I wish I could get behind her... She looks over her shoulder and catches him staring at her ass. They stand in front of her door. She reaches for his hand and pulls him closer, putting his hand on the curve on her waist. She leans in close to his face. She could feel his breath on her cheek. His heart is beating fast. For a second, his mind battles between taking things slow to show her respect and how much he cares about her, and tearing her clothes off and getting his hands on her ass. She lightly touches his jawline and presses her lips against his. He closes his eyes, No reason I can't do both. He pulls her tight against his body and fiercely returns her kiss. She's a little taken aback, but incredibly turned on by his sudden aggressiveness. He pushes her up against her door. They briefly break the kiss, both breathing heavily, his leg pressed up against her, between her legs. She looks into his blue eyes and it just comes out, she whispers, "I want you." Hearing her words pushed his excitement up to a new level, and he pulls her in for another kiss. "Is anyone home?" he asks through labored breath. "No, I don't think so," she reaches in her bag for her keys and turns around to unlock the door. They walk in together. She steps toward the kitchen table to put her things down. He closes the door behind him and strides up behind her, placing both his hands on the sides of her hips. He nuzzles his nose behind her ear, down her neck, kissing and nibbling down and across her shoulder. She could feel her knees buckling from the sensations. Her whole body is on fire. She places her hands on the table to keep herself up. Her body involuntarily arches, pressing her ass into his growing hard-on. He runs his hand down the side of her leg and back up her inner thigh, landing at her sopping wet panties. He rubs her through her panties. The more he rubs, the wetter they become. Soaked through. She writhes, moans erupting from her throat. She turns around and meets his assault of kisses with her own heat and passion. She claws at his chest and back, pulling at the buttons, frantically unbuttoning. He cups his hands under her thighs and lifts her onto the table, legs spread, her dress pushed up to her hips. He hooks her panties to the side and glides one finger inside her dripping pussy. "Fuuuck," she gasps, her chest heaving. He pulls his finger out and puts it in her mouth. She licks her own juices hungrily. He pulls the straps of her dress and bra down, pushing sown the top half of her dress, revealing her perky, light brown nipples. His mouth descends upon them, lapping the right one, then the left. She wraps her hands around his head as he sucks and nibbles her erect sensitive nipples. She can't hold it in much longer. She hurries to unfasten his pants, occasionally snaking her hand in to grasp at his hard cock. He devours her neck, trailing up to her ear, while his hands pull his engorged member out. She rubs the drop of precum around the head of his shaft with her thumb. He pulls her hips closer to the edge of the table, pulls her panties off to the side, and pushes the tip inside her. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, plunging his hard dick deep into her. He rapidly thrusts into her. The table shakes underneath her. She could feel her own quake building. "You feel so hot," he whispers, holding her body close. His hot breath on her ear releases her. Her breathing quickens and he could feel her whole body begin to tense. She grabs onto his shoulder as the waves ride out inside of her. He could feel her clenching hard against his member, still buried deep inside her. He picks up the pace after she subsides, thrusting long, deep strokes into her. She pulls his head in for a kiss when he slows down and rakes her hand through her sweat-filled hair. She settles her feet to the floor, standing close, rubbing his chest with her fingers. She takes him by the hand and pulls him upstairs toward her room. She pushes him on the bed and sheds off her remaining clothes. He kicks his pants off and throws his shirt to the floor. She kneels in front of him. Her hands massage the shaft while her tongue circles the tip twice before she envelops his cock far down her throat. His head falls back as he moans and gasps uncontrollably. Her mouth leaves the shaft to suck and lick his balls. "Aahhhhh..." he squeals. He's never had his balls orally pleasured before. She climbs onto his lap, grinding her clit up along his shaft. He pulls her breast into his mouth, sucking at her nipple, gently nibbling at first, while his other hand pinches her other nipple. She likes the roughness. He could feel her wetness smearing his cock. He lifts her and brings her down, fully penetrating her. Her hips start rocking back and forth, bringing him in and out. He lifts her up and lies her down on the bed. She pulls him close, "I want you behind me." He smirks at her request and pulls out to flip her over. She gets on all fours and arches her back down, waving her ass, beckoning him to ram his rod inside her. He does so, vigorously thrusting in and out. He picks up the speed, making her squeal into the bed. She's never felt anything so deep. Her hands clutch at her bedsheets, "Ohmygod, ohmygod, OH," her whole body clenches as her orgasm erupts. He could feel her pulsating around his cock. He grabs onto her hips and pulls her back, thrusting himself forward. One more and he cums, unloading everything. He leans down, planting kisses down her spine. His head spins, as does hers. They both collapse on the bed, next to each other, panting. Once his breathing returns to normal, he brushes her back from her face and moves in, planting kisses on her nose, eyes and cheeks. She closes her eyes to accept each one, curling in close to him. "You should probably go," she says, looking up into his eyes. "But...I...what? Really?" he asks. She bites her bottom lip. He tries to read her eyes. "You don't want me to go. I'll stay and make you breakfast in the morning," he says, lifting her chin with his forefinger knuckle. She smiles at him and crawls under the covers, lifting them up to invite him in. She rests her head on his shoulder, his arm draped over hers and they fall asleep.