Hunting Beauty by Madison Faye
“Ellie, honey, I’m going to-“
She pulls wetly off my cock, her lips making an obscene slurping sound as she looks up at me. “Do it it in my mouth?”
I groan.
“Please, Professor?” I want to taste it when you come.” Her hands are wetly pumping my cock as she looks up at me, almost pleadingly, those big blue eyes shining. “Come in my mouth, Professor Martin.”
Yeah, that does it. She slides her lips back over me and sucks, and I just explode.
She chokes and sputters a little, but she’s swallowing my cum as I blast rope after thick rope into her sweet young mouth. She gasps, pulling off my cock and stroking me. I roar as two more thick spurts pump out across her heaving, creamy tits.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I’m in shock as I try and find my breath, sagging against the wall behind me and feeling my head spin as Ellie slowly strokes a hand up and down my shaft.
“Oops,” she says with a giggle. “I made a mess.”
God, her saying that so innocently like that with my cum all over her tongue and dripping off her tits that my cock stays rock hard in her hand.
She stands, blushing as she licks her lips. She slides a finger over the cum on her tits and I groan as she licks her finger clean before pulling her tank top back down.
“You taste delicious,” she whispers in my ear, kissing me as I stand there with my dick out trying to catch my breath. Her lips brush against my ear as she reaches down and gives me a tug. “In fact, I might need another taste soon.”
Yeah, I want something again soon, too. Soon like right the fuck now. I want to sink my cock into this girl again. I want to bend her over and bury every single inch of my dick in her impossibly tight, off-limits pussy until I fill it to the brim with my cum.
I can feel the blood pounding thickly in my veins as I pull her against me and kiss her hard, her little whimpered moans like heaven to my ears.
“I need you again,” I growl into her ear, loving the way she gasps and the way her body shivers when I say it.
“I need to fuck you, now.”
I think about pulling my keys out for the office, but I frown. No, this girl needs better than my desk. I curse my apartment being so far off campus.
“I- I know a place,” she says as if reading my thoughts. She bites her lip, her face blushing in the dim light.
“But I’ll have to sneak you in.”
She grabs my hand and turns before looking back at me, smiling in this way that has my heart flip-flopping in my chest. “Follow me, Professor.”
Chapter 12
Liam
Jesus Christ, her dorm room. What the fuck am I doing.
It's like being here makes this thing even more illicit and scandalous. I’m probably not even allowed to be in here under normal circumstances. Watching one of my eighteen year old students as she slowly pulls her clothes off is beyond the pale. Watching her as she lets her shirt drop to the ground and those utterly perfect, gravity-defying tits swaying high and full on her chest is certainly not something I should be doing. Pulling my pants off and wrapping my hand around my cock as I watch her skirt drop to the ground until she stands there in a tiny pink thong, is probably worse.
But it’s when I push her back on her bed and ease down over her that I know I’m breaking it all. When my mouth is nipping and sucking at that curvy young body, leaving marks across her untouched skin until I get to her panties and inhale the scent of her barely-legal pussy, I’ve gone over the deep end.
And when I slip them down her legs and then kneel there staring at her like these the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in the world, I’m past caring
She’s perfect; strawberry blonde hair cascading around her angelic face with those deep blue eyes looking up at me. Her cheeks flushed pink; pink like the soft pink nipples peaking her heavenly tits. Fuck me, I could bury my face for days in the soft, creamy skin of those breasts and the way they defy fucking gravity in the way they sit so high and perky on her chest despite being so big.
And she’s so fucking wet for me that I can see it glistening in the low light of her dorm room. I can see how ready and willing that tight little pussy is, ready for me as I hover above her about to plunge my cock balls deep into that impossibly tight channel.
Yeah, this girl is perfect, but she’s also so fucking wrong. She’s barely legal, and she’s a student; my student for God’s sake. She’s my perfect, straight-A student that sits front and center in my freshman English lit class. The one I lose my damn words over when I get sucked into watching her. The one I lose my place in my readings over when I watch her chewing on the end of her pen, her eyes lost in the book in front of her, or when she crosses and uncrosses her legs. She’s not trying to be sexy, but that’s exactly what gets me hard as a fucking rock for her.
I doubt the University would be happy to know about my lusting over a student, but I know they’d be more than pissed if they could see me now, with the head of my cock brushing against her silken, pouty pussy.
Her fingernails drag up my back, her hips undulating as if begging me with her body to plunge into her. I’m all too willing to oblige.
She whimpers when I enter her, sliding my thick tool deep inside of her and practically choking on my breath at how impossibly tight and wet she is.
Of course she is, she’s only done this once before.
Once before, with me, when I popped her cherry and took her innocence. When I had her writhing on my cock, bucking against me and coming like a damn train going off the rails. When she begged me to fill her, and when I finally let go and pumped every drop of cum deep inside her young, unprotected pussy.
It’s barely been twenty-four hours since, but I can’t even believe I’ve lasted this long without another taste. That honey between her legs is like my Goddamn drug, and I know I’m hopelessly addicted to it.
She rocks her hips up off the bed, moaning as the extra leverage grinds my cock even deeper inside of her; so deep that there’s no way I could possible fill her small body any further. It’s almost obscene the way her pink pussy lips stretch around my thick shaft, or how small and delicate she looks under my much older, muscled body.
Obscene like a man my age fucking a girl her age. Obscene like taking an eighteen year old girl’s cherry on the top of my desk. Obscene like how wrong it is on every level for me to be looking at this girl, much less plunging my cock in and out of her clenching, willing pussy.
I’d had the door locked and the shade drawn yesterday, when I tasted that young body for the first time and when I pushed through her innocence and claimed her as mine. We’re in her dorm room now, though, and the door’s not locked. Her damn roommate could walk in at any time and see us like this, and God knows what sort of shit would hit the fan then.
Fuck, I can hear other students partying down the hall - other students I probably teach, come to think of it. And none of them can possibly know that I’m balls deep in one of their peers right now. None of them would guess in a million years that the goody-two-shoes teacher’s pet that sits at the front of the class and aces every test, and does every extra-credit assignment with flying colors is moaning under me and clawing at my back while her pussy milks me for all that I’m worth. None of them would ever guess that the girl with the black-rimmed glasses, and the hair pulled back in a ponytail, and the normally conservative dress for a college girl her age is now spread-eagle under her professor without a stitch of clothing save for a pair of knee-high socks, glasses to the side, and her hair wild and free across the sheets beneath her.
She’s so fucking tight and so wet, like a silken glove around my bare cock. Oh, right, as if this needed anything else to be more obscene. Not only am I fucking a student half my age, but I’m bare and totally unprotected inside of her. And just like yesterday, I don’t give a fuck. Just like yesterday, I have a single, primal urge to fill this girl with my seed and make her mine.
Mine, more than she already is.
She gasps as I grab her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck as I bite at the skin there. “You want me to fill you up again, don’t you,” I growl, sliding my cock deep and feeling my heavy balls slap against her tight little ass. “You want to feel me come inside this tight little pussy, don’t you?”
“Oh, God! Yes!” She moans. “Yes, Professor Martin, I want it!”
I groan, hearing her say my professional name like that again, like she did yesterday. It makes the whole thing even dirtier, and even more lewd to hear her call me “professor” like that, and I can feel the cum start boil inside my balls.
She whimpering and moaning, her hands clawing at my back and her hips urging me on as I feel her near-virginal pussy start to clench around me. I know she’s close, and I want to make her come harder than she’s ever come before. I know no other man, and no other boy has ever touched her - a thought that gets me harder than steel. But I want to make her come like she’s never even conceived of coming before. I want to sear the memory of my cock buried so deep inside of her, my voice in her ear, and my cum filling her up until it dribbles down her legs, so vividly across her mind that she never forgets this moment.
I start to roll my hips, rocking my cock in and out of her as I reach down and start to roll her clit in circles. She goes into overdrive beneath me, her breath coming in gasping hitches and her tits rocking back and forth like soft, perfect tear-drops as I fuck her hard and deep. I can feel her start to clench around me, her impossibly tight pussy starting to milk me as I feel myself start to lose all sense of control.
“I want you to come for me, Ellie,” I growl in her ear. “I want to feel that pussy come all over my big cock and I want to feel your juices run down my balls as they empty every fucking drop inside of you.”
“Please, fill me up!” She whimpers, gasping in short staccato breaths. “Please fill me with your cum, Professor!”
“Then you better milk it right out of me, baby. You better use that pussy to milk every drop of my cum out until it fills that tiny little pussy so much that it spills out.”
And like a shot, she’s coming. I can feel her whole body tremble and shake under me, her eyes squeezed shut and her head thrown back. I muffle her scream with my lips, letting her moan into my mouth as she explodes beneath me. Her pussy shudders and quivers around me, milking the length of my cock to the point of boiling, and it’s more than I can take. I roar into her lips as I feel my cock explode deep within her, my balls shuddering as rope after rope of cum blasts deep into her fertile, perfect, barely legal pussy.
“You’re mine,” I growl, as we start to come back to Earth, gasping and feeling our hearts race against each other’s chests. “You’re all mine.”
Chapter 13
Ellie
It’s the day after that night in my dorm room, and I’m sitting in his classroom with heat pooling between my legs as I watch him talk.
It’s a funny feeling, sitting here, knowing him like this. The man that turned a girl into a woman. The man that took my virginity like he already owned it. The man that made me come and feel like I’ve never felt before.
The man who’s my professor.
Of course, I wanted nothing more than for him to stay the night before, but that was impossible. I’d have been an awkward and horribly embarrassed mess if Ally had come home to any guy in my bed with me. But for her to walk in on a professor sharing my bed would have been bad, even as cool as Ally is.
And so I fell asleep with the lingering touching of his lips on mine, a grin spread across my face, and the tender throbbing between my legs like a delicious reminder of him.
And now here in the lecture hall, I’m still thinking about him and how he felt. I can feel my pussy growing warm between my legs, and my nipples aching to be touched beneath my shirt. I’m lost in thought as he talks, thinking not of the book in his hands but of the cock between his legs and how he felt driving into me over and over again. I’m remembering his hands, holding me down as he fucked me and made me his.
And I’m remembering how he came inside me, and that gets me flushed even hotter and redder than I already am sitting right there in the front of the class. Sleeping with my professor is crazy enough, but doing it without any sort of protection is insane. I’m certainly not on birth control, and yet I’ve never even felt the urge to ask about him using a condom.
In fact, I realize with a naughty little thrill that tingles through my whole body, I don’t want him to. The idea of Liam pumping his cum deep inside my fertile young body gets me hotter than anything I’ve ever thought of. And the idea of that seed taking, and swelling my belly up with his child makes me want to jump on him right here in the lecture.
His baby.
God, the idea of it is so scandalizing and so wrong but at the same time, it makes me want to yank my skirt up, bend over his lecture podium, and let him fill me up right here and now.
People are getting up around me, and I realize the lecture is over as I slowly shake the fantasy from my head and get up from my seat. I’ve got plenty of ideas about what I want Liam to do to me in his office, but when I look up, I frown. There’s another girl up at the podium from class talking with him, and giggling at something he says. Ashley, I think her name is. She’s pretty, and cute and all smiles and giggles, and I can suddenly feel my emotions flaring. It’s not like he’s flirting back or anything, and in fact he’s clearly acting very “teacherly” towards her.
Except I know where that can lead.
I roll my eyes and shake my head. It’s a stupid thought, and it’s not like he’s my boyfriend or anything. But I’m still furious at the other girl trying to weasel in on him like this.
“I mean even if it was just a hook-up thing, good for you, girl.”
Ally’s words from the other day resonate in my head, which only gets me even madder. I mean was it? So, we’re having fun with each other, but am I jut a thing? I can hardly be the first girl who found Liam Martin attractive. Clearly, as demonstrated by Ashley giggling all over him here.
For a second, I wonder how many other girls he’s done this with, and it makes my heart sink. How many other impressionable young students has he “rescued” and played the “this is so wrong” card with?
There’s dull ache in the pit of my stomach the more I think about it, and the longer I watch Ashley giggle and touch his arm. And any thoughts I have of waiting after class and letting him take me back to his office go flitting away as I turn and quickly leave the room.
“Okay what did that fucker do?”
I blink quickly and jerk my head up from my bed to see Ally frowning from the doorway as she steps in.
“What?” I quickly brush my face across my pillow, hoping she doesn’t see the moisture there from me sulking and being so juvenile about the whole thing with Liam.
“Your guy, Ellie. Did he hurt you?”
I smile as I shake my head. “No, no nothing like that.”
“Well you’re pouting and you’re not all glowing like were earlier after you had sex with him in here.”
My face goes bright red before I swallow. “What?” I manage to croak out.
Ally rolls her eyes. “Oh, please. Ellie, I know a sex room when I enter it.” My face burns red as I drop it back into my pillow as my roommate laughs and sits on the edge of my bed. “Aww, c’mon! Look at you!” She rubs my back. “Bringing guys to your dorm room! Now you’re doing the college thing right, girl.”
I snort and groan as I roll over and prop myself up, looking glumly at her. “Yeah, but if
She rolls her eyes again. “Ellie, it's a coed dorm, in case you missed all the guys walking around.”
Yeah, that wouldn’t have helped us.
“No, I know that, but he- he couldn’t.”
“He couldn’t what?”
“Nothing,” I say quickly.
Ally frowns suspiciously at me. “What, be here? Who is this guy?”
“He’s- uh.”
He’s twice my age, and my teacher, and so wrong that I can’t stop fantasizing about it.
“He- he’s not student here.”
“And?”
“And nothing,” I say, trying to play it cool.
Ally isn’t buying it, of course.
“Ellie.”
I groan. “Okay! Okay, he’s a little older.”
She grins wickedly. “How older?”
“A lot?”
Her eyes sparkle. “What, like thirty?”
I scrunch my face up. “More like almost forty?”
Ally squeals. “Oh my GOD, girl!” She leans in close, grinning at me conspiratorially. “So…?”
“So?”
“So dish! Is it good?”
I blush bright red and look away and Ally giggles. “Okay, yeah, it’s good isn’t it?” She tickles my arm. “So what’re you so bummed about? So he’s older? Big deal.”
I sigh. “Because…”
Because I’m being passive and weird and I know it’s all just because he’s the first.
“Because I don’t know what we are.”
Ally nods. “Aha. Well, have you asked him?”
I roll my eyes. “No way.”
“Oh, you let him take your v-card but you can’t ask him to define what you are?”
“Pretty much,” I mumble.