Episode 4: Pop My Cherry

Kelly

Thursday classes dragged, my thong soaked through lectures, I kept stealing glances at his bulge when he thought no one watched.

After classes, I followed him to his office. "Prof? Quick question?"

He nodded curtly, the office door shutting us in again. "What?"

I leaned over his desk, cleavage on full display.

"This."

I popped a button on my blouse, lace bra peeking.

Adam's apple bobbed. "Kelly..."

"Missed you." I rounded the desk, dropping to my knees between his legs. His zipper went down. *holy fuck*, 9 inches of thick, veined perfection sprang free, pre-cum beading the tip. "Let me taste you, please."

He gripped my hair, hips jerked. "No shit, yes."

I swallowed him deep, throat relaxing, tongue swirling the ridge. He fucked my mouth slow at first, groans echoing, balls tightening. We heard voices in the hall… he froze, shoving me under the desk.

Dean knocked. "Will? We have a board meeting, are you coming?"

"In a minute," he called, voice strained… my mouth on his balls, sucking softly. Dean left; he yanked me up, bending me over his desk, spanking my ass red. "Bad girl." He groaned.

"Fuck your bad girl," I begged.

Another slap, his palm stung delicious. I went under the desk again, he brought my head back to his cock, I sucked on hard, balls deep, wet. He came. I milked every drop, grinning up.

His phone rang…department head. He answered, thrusting shallow, emptying himself in my mouth, muffling my moans with his tie. "Yes... handling it."

He pulled out. "Out," he ordered, zipping up. But his hand lingered on my cheek.

Tuesday night, none of us could concentrate, I was acting like I understood an equation when he snatched my ankle, grip firm, thumb stroking my skin. "Keep your mind focused." But his free hand brushed my knee, sliding higher, his touch igniting fire within me. My breath hitched when he grazed my wetness…no panties, surprise.

"Jesus, Kelly. You're soaked."

Heat pooled between my thighs as his fingers lingered on my wet pussy, scraping my inner thigh like sandpaper on silk. I gasped sharp, nipples stabbing my dress begging for teeth on them.

"Prof... Wilson," I purred his name like a dirty secret, spreading my legs another inch wider, pussy drenched and clinging. His eyes went feral, thumb pressing firm right against my pussy. Electric jolts shot up my spine… fuck, I was dripping down my thighs.

"This isn't tutoring," he rasped, voice gravel and velvet, but he didn't pull back. No, his other hand dropped to his lap under the table, stroking that massive bulge tenting his pants.

I could see the outline straining the zipper like it wanted to burst free. My virgin pussy clenched empty, aching to feel it split me.

"Tell me to stop then," I challenged, rocking slowly into his hand, grinding my slick folds over his fingers. The friction made my clit throb, breaths coming in pants. He groaned low, primal, the sound vibrating straight to my core.

"Fuck, Kelly. You're killing me." He rose up, hauled me up by the waist, mouth crashing down on mine, this time brutal, starving. His tongue thrust deep, claiming every inch. Hands everywhere: one palming my heavy tits, fingers pinching my nipples hard enough to make me arch and moan into his kiss; the other gripping my ass, yanking me flush against him. His cock was a hard rod against my belly, so thick it made my head spin.

I ground my pussy on his muscled thigh, dress hiking up to my waist, lace scraping denim.

"Feel how wet you make me?" I whispered against his lips, nipping his bottom one. His grip tightened, fingers digging bruises I'd finger myself to later.

"Every night I rub my clit thinking of this—your hands, your mouth, that huge dick ruining me."

He growled, spinning me to face the island counter, bending me over it. Cool granite kissed my tits as he shoved my dress higher, exposing my ass.

"Jesus, Kelly," he breathed, palms kneading my ass cheeks, spreading them. A finger traced my soaked slit through panties, dipping just inside—teasing my virgin hole.

“So tight and wet.” He praised me.

"For you." I grabbed his wrist. "More... please."

Two fingers now, pumping slow, thumb on my clit. I bucked, moaning loud, tits bouncing. His mouth claimed my neck, sucking down. "Tight little pussy... how are you this wet?" His cock ground against my leg, leaking at the tip.

"I'm a virgin," I gasped, clenching around him. His eyes snapped wide—shock, hunger.

He stepped back, fingers glistening. "Fuck. No. I CAN’T." He stumbled away, running hands through his hair, erection throbbing untouched.

"Will, wait…" But the door to what I guessed was his bedroom slammed. I followed, pushing in. Dim light glowing, a kingsize bed with rumpled sheets sat the middle. He stripped his shirt, backing me. He had a tattoo of a lightning bolt across his shoulder blade. Muscles rippled as he paced.

"Don't. You're untouched. I won't be your first mistake." Voice raw, but he turned, the bulge in his pants still obvious.

I dropped to my knees, crawling close, and kept my hands on his thighs. "Teach me. Please, use me." I unzipped him slowly. Saliva flooded my mouth at the sight of his thick cock.

"Kelly..." He cupped my face, thumb on my lip. I sucked it, then licked his tip, tasting salt. Moan tore from him as I took half down my throat, gagging sweet. Hands in my hair, guiding gently at first, then thrusting.

"Good girl... fuck, your mouth." Hips snapped forward, balls slapping my chin. I hummed, fingers rubbing my clit, I was close.

He pulled out suddenly, grunting. "Stop. I won't do that to you. You deserve better." He pushed me back softly, zipped up, eyes tortured. "Leave. Before I ruin you Kelly."

He looked away, tucking himself in, reality crashed. Tears pricked my eyes, rejection stung worse than fire. I fled, dress disheveled, pussy aching empty. In the elevator, fingers finished what he started, coming hard on visions of his cock. But hurt bloomed. Fine. If he won't, someone will.