Pounding the Prof, Part 9
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When I woke up on Saturday morning, I got dressed in my jogging clothes and went for a long run. I usually prefer to exercise in the afternoon as a way to wind down after I've completed my work for the day. But I woke up that Saturday with my mind swimming with contradictory feelings. On the one hand, I felt angry at Nathan and did not like how he'd used me. I did not like how he had tried to humiliate me and I resented the danger he'd put me in by bringing in other students, not to mention recording my getting fucked. On the other hand, I couldn't deny that my body had loved the action. All three guys were hot, and their fucking me had felt awesome and really got me turned on. I think Nathan could sense that I'm a natural born slut who can't get enough cock. It was like my mind felt one thing and my body another. I couldn't make sense of these opposite reactions, so I needed to run to clear my head.
It was a chilly morning, finally feeling like October. I headed down to a road that ran along the river. Beginning about a mile from my apartment, I turned onto a paved path, an old rail trail, that followed the river bank. I took the trail to the edge of town and then beyond, where it led me by plowed fields that had held corn and soybeans a few months earlier but now showed brown dirt and scraggly weeds. i passed a field that was full of pumpkins, their vines long dead but the orange fruits standing bright in the brown field. I don't know how long I'd been running when I stopped to catch my breath. I watched the river flow slowly by, calm and steady, and I felt myself calming down. I turned back toward town and walked for a while, pausing now and then to stretch. Then I picked up the pace, running again until I got home sometime late in the morning.
As I headed back into my apartment, my mind was cleared, and I felt in better control of my emotions. I stretched and showered and dressed for the day, then headed out to the grocery store to stock up for the week. I had an old car that I used rarely, mostly for errands. Since there was no grocery store convenient to my apartment, I drove out to the store at the edge of town about once a week to stock up. I enjoyed cooking, but it wasn't much fun cooking for one, so I was happy that Damion was coming over tonight, knowing that he'd welcome a dinner outside the cafeteria. I decided that I would make London Broil, so I picked out a nice thick steak and some potatoes and salad fixings to go on the side. By the time I left the store, I was getting excited about Damion's visit. After I loaded the groceries into the back seat of my car, I decided to text him.
"Hey," I wrote. I waited for a bit to see if he wrote me back, but his message didn't come quickly, so I turned the car on and headed home. By the time that I arrived home and parallel parked on the street in front of my apartment building, Damion still hadn't responded, which made me feel oddly deflated. I gathered up the groceries and headed inside. As I began to unload the groceries, though, my phone pinged.
"sup" he wrote. I couldn't help but smile.
"Want to come over?" I wrote.
"doing homework"
"Bring it with you. You can work here."
There was a pause, then he wrote back, "coo c u soon"
About half an hour later, Damion knocked on my door, which I'd left cracked open, and walked inside.
"Hey, Prof," he said. He was dressed in tight-fitting sweats, the kind that gather around the ankle, with a baggy sweatshirt on top. He had a back pack slung over his shoulder.
"Call me Adam," I told him.
"Hey Adam," he said and stepped over to where I was standing in the living room. He took my head in one hand and pulled me into a long kiss.
"How you doing?" he whispered.
"Better now," I said.
He dropped his bag on the floor and pulled me into another kiss. I ran my hands up under his sweatshirt and felt his lean, muscular body. He ran his hands down my back until they were cupping my ass. He gave my ass cheeks a squeeze then slid his hands down inside my pants to touch my bare skin. I could feel him get hard as he pressed his body against me and then started to grind his crotch into me. I reached my hand down between our bodies and into his sweats and grabbed his hard cock, which made him whimper quietly.
"That feels good," he said.
We stood like that for a few minutes, kissing passionately, his hands squeezing my ass, my hand slowly jacking his cock, until I stepped back.
"I thought you had to study," I said.
"Study can wait," he replied and pulled me physically to him, lifting me slightly off the ground as he hugged me and kissed me again. Without breaking the kiss, he pulled my shirt up to my arms, pausing for a moment to pull it over my head and off, then dove back into the kiss. His hands slid into my pants and pulled them down as far as he could reach, and I used my feet to pull them the rest of the way off. He kicked off his shoes and slid his own pants down, his cock popping out against my now naked belly. I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth. It felt so good, hard and soft at the same time. There was a pleasant slight smell of soap on his body that told me he'd just showered before coming over. As I slowly slid my mouth down his shaft, he pulled his sweatshirt and T-shirt, over his head and tossed them onto the floor. I took my hands and pushed his body a bit, directing him to the nearby armchair and pulling him down into it. He slumped down into the chair, his legs spread wide apart, as I took his cock in my mouth. I pushed down until the tip popped into my throat and then took him all the way, making me gag a little. He moaned and shuddered, as I deep throated him again and then again. As my mouth worked on his dick, I ran my hands over his smooth, toned body, feeling his tight muscles and pinching his nipples.
I sucked him for quite awhile, going up and down and occasionally swallowing him whole, until after perhaps ten minutes, he reached under my arms and pulled me up onto his lap. He pulled me up until my face was right at his and then kissed me again.
"You make me feel so fucking good prof," he murmured.
His dick was poking my back, and with his hand, he reached and pulled it down until the head was against my hole. I arched my back a little and lifted my ass to give him easier access, and then I pushed down on his cock, the head sliding in and then the shaft little by little. My ass was still loose from the night before, and his cock was slimy from all of my deep throating, so he slid inside me surprisingly easily. I pulled back up then pushed down further, up and then down, until after only a few thrusts, he was all the way inside.
"Oh FUCK!" he said. "I love this ass so fucking much!"
He started to push up into me as I pushed down, and soon we were making a satisfying slapping sound as our bodies met. He kept kissing me, trying to stick his tongue as deep in my mouth as his dick was in my ass. My God, I thought, how awesome to have a stud kissing me as he fucks me so deep. His thrusts sped up, and in just a few minutes he was flooding my ass with his cum, while he moaned into my mouth. He stopped the kiss and sat there for a moment catching his breath.
Then he pulled out and in a single move managed to slide out from under me and flip me over onto the chair. He dove in and took my hard cock in his mouth. It felt warm and gentle and amazing as he went up and down, running his tongue along the shaft. In less than two minutes, I felt the cum building up.
"I'm gonna nut," I said. He picked up his pace until I shot my load into his mouth. He immediately pulled himself up and kissed me so that I could taste my cum on his tongue. We kissed for awhile, swapping my cum back and forth until we had both swallowed it. Then he pulled away and stood up.
"Okay, I've got homework to do," he said. He grabbed his backpack and smirked, "I got this asshole math prof who assigned a bunch of problem sets."
"You gonna stay naked like that?" I asked.
"Why? Am I gonna distract you?" he said and wiggled his hips so that his dick, which was still mostly hard, slapped from side to side.
"I might not be able to keep my hands off you," I said.
"I hope not," he replied, as he sunk down into the couch. He dug into his backpack and pulled out a textbook and started reading. His long legs were spread wide, and his cock, now just half hard, hung down onto the couch cushion. I just sat there watching him for a few minutes, until he finally said, "What?"
"You look good," I said. "You look good sitting here naked in my apartment." He smiled and threw a couch pillow at me with surprisingly good aim, hitting me right against my chest.
"Leave me alone so I don't fail my classes."
I got up and picked both of our clothes up off of the floor. I started to pull my pants on, but he said, "Don't get dressed."
I looked up, not even realizing he'd been watching me.
"Your naked ass is my inspiration to get my work done fast." He gave me look that was so hot it could have set me on fire. I think it made me blush. So I stopped getting dressed and instead took our clothes to the bedroom. I hung mine over a chair, then folded his and set them on the seat of the chair.
Going back to the living room, I said, "There's a desk you can sit at if you want. Or the kitchen counter."
"I'm good," he said. He swung his legs up onto the couch and leaned against the side as he read through the textbook, stopping occasionally to highlight something. I went to the kitchen counter, where I opened my laptop and tried to work on course prep, but really I was paying more attention to Damion. His naked body was in fact a major distraction. After awhile, he put down the textbook and took out his laptop, which he opened on the coffee table. He leaned forward and started typing.
"You want a soda?" I asked him.
"Sure," he said. I brought him a can of Coke, then went back to my seat at the kitchen counter. He looked so cute, sitting there buck naked, concentrating so hard on his work. I wondered what he was like as a student, and it struck me that I could easily find out. I fought the urge to look up his record for a moment, but curiosity got the best of me. I pulled up the grades from my class and saw that on the three quizzes we'd had so far, he'd gotten two As and an A-, putting him near the top of the class. I pulled up his schedule and saw that in addition to my class, he was enrolled in Introduction to International Relations, a freshman writing seminar, and third-year Chinese. This was a challenging schedule, and I realized that he had to be a strong student. His record said that he'd gone to high school in Berkeley. I googled him and found a few articles about soccer that mentioned him and articles about his winning a merit scholarship from his high school and another scholarship from a private foundation for promising students from the East Bay. He'd said that he had come to this university on a soccer scholarship, but there was clearly more to the story.
I realized that the way I was stalking him was kind of creepy, so I closed the browser window and turned my attention to something else. After awhile, I had the feeling that I was being watched, and I looked up to see Damion looking at me with lust in his eyes.
"I have a fantasy about getting seduced while I'm studying," he said.
I laughed. "Really?"
"Uh huh," he said, his eyes boring into mine. I noticed that his dick was quickly hardening.
Without hesitation, I went over to him and squeezed down between the coffee table and the couch. Kneeling, I reached for his cock and licked around the head gently and then down the shaft. He moaned quietly but went back to typing. I took his cock in my mouth and slowly went down the shaft and then back up. He moved his hips in time with my mouth but kept on working. This went on for about five minutes until he stopped and look down at me, with his dick in my mouth.
"I gotta fuck you, or I ain't gonna get no more work done."
He stood up, letting me get by him. Then he took me and had me stand on the couch and bent me over the back. He was tall enough that by pulling my ass down a little, his cock could reach my hole with him still standing on the floor. He held my hips and directed his dick at my ass and in a single, smooth move found my hole and pushed halfway inside. I let out a load moan.
I must have jerked forward, because he pulled me back onto his dick. "Don't run from me. Give me that ass." He started to fuck me, and I pushed back against his dick so that he was soon all the way inside of me again. The position was a little awkward, so after a few minutes, he stepped up onto the couch with me and bent me fully over, so that my head was leaning down toward the floor and he could get full access to my ass. He started fucking me hard, gradually inching me forward, until I had to reach out my hands to push off the floor to keep from falling. He didn't seemed to notice or care as he used my ass to get off, pounding deep inside, making me moan louder and louder with each thrust until he pulled me hard into him and knew he was cumming.
"Fuck, that ass is SWEET!!" he shouted. He pulled out and fell down onto the couch, sweating and out of breath.
"Damn, prof, you got some good fucking ass."
I sat down next to him, and he leaned over and gave me a long, passionate kiss. I loved how he kissed me. It felt almost as good as his dick in my ass.
"You keep letting me fuck you like that, and Imma be here every weekend."
"That'd be nice," I said. And honestly, at that moment I meant it. This boy was HOT, and damn was the sex good. And he seemed to genuinely like me. And honestly, I liked him. Of course I knew that it was probably just because I'd gone so long without sex, but he was so cute and sincere and cocky and vulnerable all at the same time.
Stop it, I told myself. You're being stupid. I was not generally the romantic type. In fact, I was kind of a whore. I had not had very many boyfriends, and I had cheated on the few I'd had. I think that Nathan had detected that in me and knew that getting used made me hot.
But with Damion, I felt something strange stirring in me. The sex was amazing, but there was something more. I knew that I was being ridiculous, but...
"What are you thinking," Damion asked me, and I realized that I'd been in a revery, sitting there next to him without talking. I looked in his eyes.
"Just thinking I should make us dinner," I said, and he smiled.
"I got more work to do," he said, "so no rush."
I got up and went to the kitchen, while Damion turned back to his computer. In the kitchen, I turned back around and just looked at him and sighed.
Just enjoy it while you can, I told myself. Don't make more out of it than there is. He looked up at me and gave me the warmest smile that just melted my heart. Damn, I thought, what is this boy doing to me?