College Lust
He could feel her eyes on him, her sat at the back of the class, him on the front row having been the gentlemen letting the ladies in first. His face becoming red, his thoughts becoming more depraved. Fuck. Now wasn’t the time to be thinking like this, later, in the safety of his home, free to let his mind run wild and wank his inevitably hard cock until he came again thinking about her. Not now though. He tried to put her out of his mind, struggling, just as much he struggled to keep himself focused, struggling to control himself, struggling to control his urges, struggling to stop his dick becoming hard and wanting to be put to use.
Fuck. Have to get up soon to use the computers, his hard on would be obvious. His face became scarlet now, thinking of the embarrassment, the girls pointing, smirking, knowing what he had in mind. He was the only boy in class with six or seven girls, only one that he craved, his thoughts more depraved now.
Fuck. Time to use the computers, he took his chance and leapt up ahead of the class and out the door, he didn’t turn into the computer suite but instead straight down the hall and into the toilets. Deserted. He was the only man in the building after all other than the tutor. He went straight into a cubicle, closed the door behind him, his cock now straining hard against his boxers. He put his bag on the back of the door and turned to face the toilet, he had no intention of using it.
Fuck. He was excited now, undoing his belt and pulling at his jeans, the buttons popping open pleasingly. He looked down at his sizeable bulge, his mouth becoming wet with anticipation. He pulled his boxers down now, much too quickly, excited, his cock springing to attention needing to be handled. He knew he needed to fix this then he could get back to class, and focus without interruption from her.
He grabbed at his balls, feeling their fullness, his other hand holding up his top. A slight moan escaping his lips, knowing he was unlikely to be interrupted in here. He moved his hand to the back of his shaft, palm facing upwards to make a bigger target he let his warm spit drop from his mouth, almost all of it slapping against his cock. Fuck he loved the feeling of his thick spit on himself, the lube he liked best.
Slowly he worked the spit into his shaft, a second mouthful to make sure he was fully coated. Now he began to work himself, the usual stroking motion of his left hand, foreskin still over his head so he could really pick up a good pace, a firm grip. Fuck he was enjoying himself now, the usual slapping sound as he wanked, his thick spit pressing up between the fingers of his wrapped hand, every so often just stopping to work it back into the skin of his cock. He knew he wouldn’t last long, the excitement of his surroundings, knowing she was close, knowing he would see her soon, knowing he’d just blown a load thinking depraved things about her.
His phone vibrated. Fuck. He took his hand from his now throbbing wet dick and pulled his phone from his trouser pocket. A text. It was her “where are you hiding?!”. He thought the timing was ironic, looking past the phone to see his dick throbbing again, needing release. He text back feeling bolder now with his state of arousal “nowhere, you missing me then?”. He now twisted his top around his chest hoping it would stay raised and moved his left hand back to his balls, right holding his phone moved it to press against his cock eagerly awaiting her reply.
She replied immediately, the vibration making him throb. He raised the phone towards him to read it “of course! Wish I was hiding with you lol x”. He grinned whilst typing “I’m in the toilet won’t be long ;)”. With this he leant down and put his phone back in his trouser pocket, right hand back on his shaft, wanking hard.
His phone vibrated again. Horny as he was he needed to read it. He could see the message on his locked screen. “Neither will I!”. He stopped, heart beating a little faster, cock now fit to burst. He typed a reply “what does that mean?”. As soon as he’d sent it she replied “wait there ;)”. He stood now perfectly still, cock still twitching hoping for the wanking to resume. He put his phone back in his pocket and decided to continue with his self love, back to his depraved thoughts that would put him over the edge.
Just as he wrapped his hand back round himself he heard the bathroom door open, footsteps entered then closed it abruptly. He again stood perfectly still. Fuck. What if someone had rumbled him. What if she had worked it out and told on him. He stood helpless, his dick still impossibly hard in his hand. He heard the footsteps move closer now, closer. Fuck. Then he heard her voice “are you going to let me in or what?”. He froze now half in fear, half in excitement. He dared not say a word. She tapped on the door now “fucking hurry, I can’t be seen in here!”. A slight giggle in her voice.
He quickly put himself back in his boxers, and pulled his jeans back up, fastening his belt tight. He turned slowly and unlocked the door, and slower still pulled it back. There she stood, the vision of his thoughts, his sick thoughts. She smiled “you gonna stand there or let me in?”. Without speaking he took a step back, even now too shy to actually talk to her face to face. She stepped forward and closed the door behind her making sure to lock it.
They stood now face to face, inches from each other. He stared at her, dark hair, glasses, full thick lips. She lowered her voice to a whisper now “well here I am, like you wanted. Why else tell me you’re hiding in here?”. He blinked at her, unable to take his eyes off her lips. She moved an inch closer “I’ve seen you look at me when you think I can’t see, my body, my arse. Wanting me, perving over me. Is that right?”. He looked her in the eye now “yeah, I do”. She let out another little laugh, glad he had admitted his own lust “good”. She leaned forward now and kissed him hard, his erection almost bursting straight back out of his trousers. Their tongues exploring each others, her hands reaching, his now on her round arse *******.
She unfastened his belt, his jeans now open and his manhood bulging dangerously against his boxers. Their tongues still lapping at each other hungrily she grabbed at his thick head through his boxers, with this he let out a load moan of carnal need. She let out another slight laugh enjoying his desire “want me to get it out?”. He growled in her ear “fuck yes stroke my cock”.
She obeyed, her hand now down his boxers she grasped at him, getting a firm grip on his now throbbing shaft. Feeling his lubed up length she smiled, knowing that he had been pleasuring himself “where you thinking about me then?”. She bit down on her lip teasingly. “Yes, lots of things” he replied, eyes closed now enjoying her touch. She pumped with her hand and slowly wanked him, their tongues now pressed against each other again, swapping spit. Her other hand moved to the waistband of his boxers pulling them down impatiently, his rock hard cock leaping out again. She looked down at her prize, letting out an excited sound she moved her hands back to it, one resuming her tight hold on his shaft the other now cupping his balls. He groaned again as she squeezed gently, now pumping at him, she removed her tongue from his and looked down admiring him, she looked him in the eye again and pumped at him a little faster now, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
She knew he wouldn’t last long, bending over a little she teased him with her tongue just tracing it over his shaft, he throbbed hard. Still bent she spat onto him, her spit mixing with his again, standing and gripping him again she kissed him hard. She wanted his climax as much as he did, she whispered in his ear “I want to see it, I want to see you cum hard ok?”. He could only nod a response as her hands worked at him faster now, the warm fluid from her mouth allowing her to pump faster, all the while moaning in his ear letting him know she was excited. She lifted her leg a little, the fabric of her leggings now rubbing against his tight balls driving him wild. Her hands wanking faster now, one hand pumping on his throbbing shaft, the other now working his head. She bit her lip again and let out a wanting sound “mmm fucking give it to me, let me see you cum. Cum for me now!”. This time he obeyed her. She gripped his shaft tightly and pumped his precum leaking head, he was cumming “ffff... fuck.. FUCK”. His hips thrust as a thick rope of cum shot from his now fully throbbing cock. The first spurt of spunk splattered against the cubicle door, the second also hitting just below the first. She continued to milk him, his third throb all over her hand the fourth covering it. She slowed down now draining the last of his cum out of him, lifting her knee again to press against his emptying balls. He slumped back a little, exhausted, her wasting no time in bringing her hand to her mouth to teasingly lap up his thick white juices. She swallowed hard and looked up at him, her centre throbbing with lust, she would have to make a trip to the toilet herself soon, but for now it had been all about his pleasure. Her hand still on his shaft she pumped one last time, a final thick drop of cum edged out of him, she released him and slowly scooped the last of his juice up and into her mouth, looking him in the eyes as she sucked it off of her fingers. “Did you enjoy that?”. She moved her knee around again working at his balls. He looked down at her and grinned “fuck yes, but I’m still going to think about you when I get home...”. She gave a little laugh again and reaching up kissed him deeply, his cum still on her tongue “I know you will, and I’ll be thinking about you, tasting you”. His hard on wasn’t showing any signs of disappearing, certainly not now.
She put her hands back on him, gently wrapping around his now sensitive shaft, he moaned again. Him now leaning forward putting his hands on the back of her neck, fingers in her hair pulling her forward to suck on her tongue once more.
She needed to be taken, her underwear now completely soaked. She instinctively began wanking him again, turned on even more knowing he had cum already and was still hard for her. Her nails now teasingly stroking at his balls, they’re hanging lower now but clearly not empty, her other hand pumping his length. “We should get back to class” she teased, looking at him with her best innocent face and come fuck me eyes. He looked at her with only one thing on his mind “We should... but... fff... oh fuck” she had crouched down now and began to swirl her tongue around his thick throbbing head, his hands moving to her hair, entwining his fingers. Her mouth explored him, her tongue running over the ridge of his head, and slowly down his shaft. She lapped greedily at his balls, then sucked them hard, wanting every last drop of his hot cum. She sucked and licked making sure to build up as much saliva as she could, she felt her mouth beginning to fill with it. Once satisfied that she had enough fluid she released his balls from her mouth with a pleasing popping sound. She looked up at him and smiled, her mouth watering, lips tight to keep her saliva trapped. One hand now on his glistening balls, the other pulling at his shaft to expose his still throbbing head, then with an exaggerated movement of her head she spat it all onto him, mostly covering his head as she’d hoped. She looked up again and saw the desire in his face, class long forgotten. “Mmm let me swallow your dick” she moved her head forward to meet his thrust, her full lips kissed at his spit covered cock then parted wetly to take all of him. His hands still in her hair pulled her closer, she felt him get further and further back on her tongue until he hit the back of her throat. She nearly orgasmed instantly, how many times she had sucked on her dildo at home imagining it was him, the real thing was much better tasting. She put her hands on his hips, slowly pulling her mouth back, licking at his shaft, tasting him, her lips stopped at the underside of his head, tongue swirling tasting his thick precum which was flowing freely now. He thrust again this time straight to the back of her throat, her spit now having sufficiently lubed his length. He fucked her mouth intently, her own hands now pulling up her top to expose her breasts. One of her hands disappearing down her leggings to feel her wet centre. She began to play with herself, the slapping sound of her fingers rubbing at her soaking cunt turning him on even more. He continued thrusting into her mouth, her gagging every so often, tears in her eyes. He pulled himself from her tongues grip, her mouth followed as if scared she would never get it back.
“Stand up and turn around” he ordered, pulling her up by her hair. She did as she was told, still rubbing at herself now facing the cubicle door. One of his hands moved quickly from her hair and groped harshly at her breasts, a moan of excitement escaping her lips. He pulled her close to him, his cock pressing into her the leggings still covering her perfect round arse. He began to thrust against her slowly, the material pleasing against his skin. His hand now moving down her stomach, gently teasing, then his hand joining hers to caress her soaking centre. She was so wet, he throbbed again feeling her thick warm juices covering his fingers “shall we get you nice and fucked?” he asked evily in her ear. She nodded her approval, making sounds as he continued to manipulate her in every sense. He moved his two fingers down now from her clit to her opening, he slid them in without resistance, his fingers now slick with her. He began to fuck her, his fingers slowly pulling, feeling her pussy pulsing. She was close, unable to control her urges, his fingers bringing her to ecstasy. She reached back grasping for him, needing to hold on to something to help her stand during her impending orgasm. He pulled her tightly to him now, her hair in his face intoxicating him, her hand moved to his thick cock, squeezing hard. Fuck. She needed it. He pulled her hair hard and as he did felt her cum hard, pussy throbbing uncontrollably, her juices now coating her thighs. He pulled her hair hard again as she breathed heavily, he sucked at her neck. “Stop” she said tamely. He pressed himself against her, precum now staining the backside of her black leggings. “Stop” she said with a little more conviction. He removed his fingers from her, dripping. “Fuck me with your big dick, I want to feel you inside me”. With this she grabbed his wrist and sucked at his fingers, tongue now sticking out making sure to lick them clean. Fuck she loved tasting herself. She pulled her leggings down now to expose her plump arse, the material strained at her curve then snapped down, bending over, her face now almost pressed against the door. He grabbed her hips and pulled her into him, his dick throbbing again in anticipation. He took one of his hands and gripped his shaft firmly, aiming his head down and slapping it against her soft skin. He moved himself now, kneeling slightly and put the head of his cock between her legs, his hand now free to grope at her backside and breasts. He pressed himself against her, his cock impatient to enter her. He lifted his hips a little and slowly entered her, her warm wet pussy gripping him tightly, a perfect fit. She let out an innocent moan feeling him entering, her hands now pressed against the cubicle door. He pushed himself inside using his hips, feeling his shaft getting wet inch by inch until his balls slapped against her. She almost orgasmed again instantly as he filled her, her legs giving way a little, eyes closed “oh fuck, fuck, fuck... fuckkkk”. He had started to fuck her now, the slapping sound of his hanging balls hitting her wet mound, the head of his cock hitting her spot making her forget herself. He kept up the pace, trying desperately to control his release, wanting to enjoy her that much longer, it took all his concentration not to flood her and empty his balls now completely. She felt so good, he couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to, both his hands now gripped her hips holding her in place as he pounded into her. He moved one of his hands to her head, pulling at her hair again a thick bunch of it in his hand making a handle for him to hold, keeping her close so his full length penetrated her each time.
She was gone. In ecstasy. Fucked. She moaned unintelligibly unable to speak now, her pussy pulsing around him as she came hard, her juices flying covering both their thighs. Her legs trembling fully, her only being kept upright by his grip on her. He was close also, between his relentless pounding and her now throbbing centre he knew he couldn’t last much longer. She looked back at him, just now managing to formulate a sentence, him still thrusting all his inches into her. “Fffuuu... please give me... give me your cum. I waaaa...nt you to fill me up with your hot cum”. She turned back her face to the cubicle door, feeling so slutty, wanting his orgasm knowing it would give her another. “Fucking give it to me! I know you want to, all the times you’ve wanked off thinking about me. Make it a reality, cum for me!”. She had never been this aroused, him fucking her senseless, the pounding of his thrust edging her closer and closer to the door and another climax. Her face now practically pressed against the door she stuck out her tongue, hungrily lapping up his still warm first load of cum from it. Seeing this he lost any control he had left “oh fuck yes... fuck... YES!”. With this he shot deep inside her, timing his thrust to make sure he was balls deep in her cunt. He kept himself there, throbbing, cumming, three spurts, four, fuck this load was as big as the first. She came hard, perfectly in time to milk him dry as he fully flooded her. Her tongue still lolling out of her mouth to savour his seed, the tip of her tongue eagerly scooping up the last of his thick ejaculate from the door. She swallowed him, feeling the warm fluid fall down her throat and into her stomach to mix with the rest.
He pulled her upright, his excitement seemingly not spent as his still hard cock fixed her in place, her legs not strong enough yet to climb off him. He held her tightly and pulled her close to him again. One hand now round her throat, the other back to her clit, still soaking, throbbing. He nibbled at her ear. She bit her lip again and let out another pleading sound, surely he can’t go again she thought. He rocked her gently back and forth on his dick as if to ease out of his state of absolute lust, unable to pull out and end his pleasure just yet. His fingers working at her still as he made guttural uncontrollable noises, his cum covered cock still hard, still throbbing. He moved both his hands now to her breasts, firmly cupping her tits he began to bounce her up and down gently, his still completely rock hard dick throbbing hard inside her, her fixed in place still, her mind momentarily lost, eyes rolling.
He was still so horny, carnal side taking over needing to keep fucking, keep breeding. His rhythm increasing now, with each thrust more of his sticky thick cum from his last load oozed out of her, down his shaft coating him. His spunk now making the perfect lube for his sensitive cock, her own juices making her hole just as ready to be fucked again.
He needed to own her completely now. She unable to talk, unable to think did as he wanted. He pulled her off his shaft hands under her thighs lifting them placing her down. His hands now on her shoulders turning her to face him. She instinctively moved close their tongues again locking, her hands feeling for him. She managed a few words now, looking him in the eye, as she pulled her mouth from his a thin trail of spit stretched between their mouths “I’m full of your cum...and I still want more. Fuck”. She continued to feel him, so turned on by his still full erection. “Have you got more to give me?”.
With this he nodded, not speaking. She saw the absolute need in his eyes. He was going to have his way again. His hands still on her shoulders he pushed her down to her knees. His cock now level with her eyes, they in turn transfixed on it. She licked her lips a little without realising and looked up at him helpless “fuck I want to taste my juices on your cock”. She moved her mouth forward again, full lips now enveloping his sensitive head, tongue working to savour her juices. She opened her lips a little and began to take him down her throat, kissed his balls then clamped her lips shut to make sure she pulled all his cum that still coated his shaft back into her mouth. With one slow, steady suck it all landed on her tongue, filling her taste buds she nearly climaxed again. One hand moved to her clit and began rubbing vigorously, her other to his balls stroking and squeezing desperate to receive any sperm he had left. His hands in her hair now as he began thrusting into her mouth, fucking her face, her throat. He felt himself getting close again, this time certain to empty his balls.
She moaned hard herself on the edge of another climax. She was passive, on her knees, mouth open, throat being owned. Each time his head hit the back of her throat she let out a whimper of pleasure. She wondered how big his load could be given he had already finished twice. She didn’t care, she wanted it. She pulled off momentarily to let him know “fuck...fucking give it to me...every last drop of cum out of your balls. **** my mouth until you shoot down my throat!”.
Fuck. That was all he needed. With that he grabbed her hair and in one motion she went balls deep on his shaft. His balls slapped against her chin and she felt them pulse hard, her eyes bulged as he pulled hard at her hair making an almost a****l noise as he orgasmed again. He didn’t let her pull off at all, her helpless as she felt his shaft pumping in her throat. One spurt, two, three, her unable to taste them as they deposited straight down into her stomach. She made sure to keep swallowing knowing it would feel amazing on his sensitive swollen head still buried in her throat. Four, five, fuck his balls must be empty now.
His grip relented a little and she slowly lifted off him, making sure her tongue flicked hungrily at his still throbbing manhood. She released his dick with a wet pop sound. He staggered back a little completely drained. She looked up at him “did you enjoy my throat?”. He couldn’t speak still, cock still thick and throbbing. She wanted every drop, firm grip on his balls still she pulled him close, her other hand holding his shaft just beneath the head made sure to milk the last globlet of cum out of him, it sat there thick and white on his head, she looked at him and with a smile moved her mouth forward slowly, greedily, deliberately scooping it up with her tongue. “Mmm you taste even better than I’d imagined. I’m going to need more of this soon”.
He looked down at her, cock still impossibly hard. “You know I’m still going to think about you later right...”.
Fuck. Have to get up soon to use the computers, his hard on would be obvious. His face became scarlet now, thinking of the embarrassment, the girls pointing, smirking, knowing what he had in mind. He was the only boy in class with six or seven girls, only one that he craved, his thoughts more depraved now.
Fuck. Time to use the computers, he took his chance and leapt up ahead of the class and out the door, he didn’t turn into the computer suite but instead straight down the hall and into the toilets. Deserted. He was the only man in the building after all other than the tutor. He went straight into a cubicle, closed the door behind him, his cock now straining hard against his boxers. He put his bag on the back of the door and turned to face the toilet, he had no intention of using it.
Fuck. He was excited now, undoing his belt and pulling at his jeans, the buttons popping open pleasingly. He looked down at his sizeable bulge, his mouth becoming wet with anticipation. He pulled his boxers down now, much too quickly, excited, his cock springing to attention needing to be handled. He knew he needed to fix this then he could get back to class, and focus without interruption from her.
He grabbed at his balls, feeling their fullness, his other hand holding up his top. A slight moan escaping his lips, knowing he was unlikely to be interrupted in here. He moved his hand to the back of his shaft, palm facing upwards to make a bigger target he let his warm spit drop from his mouth, almost all of it slapping against his cock. Fuck he loved the feeling of his thick spit on himself, the lube he liked best.
Slowly he worked the spit into his shaft, a second mouthful to make sure he was fully coated. Now he began to work himself, the usual stroking motion of his left hand, foreskin still over his head so he could really pick up a good pace, a firm grip. Fuck he was enjoying himself now, the usual slapping sound as he wanked, his thick spit pressing up between the fingers of his wrapped hand, every so often just stopping to work it back into the skin of his cock. He knew he wouldn’t last long, the excitement of his surroundings, knowing she was close, knowing he would see her soon, knowing he’d just blown a load thinking depraved things about her.
His phone vibrated. Fuck. He took his hand from his now throbbing wet dick and pulled his phone from his trouser pocket. A text. It was her “where are you hiding?!”. He thought the timing was ironic, looking past the phone to see his dick throbbing again, needing release. He text back feeling bolder now with his state of arousal “nowhere, you missing me then?”. He now twisted his top around his chest hoping it would stay raised and moved his left hand back to his balls, right holding his phone moved it to press against his cock eagerly awaiting her reply.
She replied immediately, the vibration making him throb. He raised the phone towards him to read it “of course! Wish I was hiding with you lol x”. He grinned whilst typing “I’m in the toilet won’t be long ;)”. With this he leant down and put his phone back in his trouser pocket, right hand back on his shaft, wanking hard.
His phone vibrated again. Horny as he was he needed to read it. He could see the message on his locked screen. “Neither will I!”. He stopped, heart beating a little faster, cock now fit to burst. He typed a reply “what does that mean?”. As soon as he’d sent it she replied “wait there ;)”. He stood now perfectly still, cock still twitching hoping for the wanking to resume. He put his phone back in his pocket and decided to continue with his self love, back to his depraved thoughts that would put him over the edge.
Just as he wrapped his hand back round himself he heard the bathroom door open, footsteps entered then closed it abruptly. He again stood perfectly still. Fuck. What if someone had rumbled him. What if she had worked it out and told on him. He stood helpless, his dick still impossibly hard in his hand. He heard the footsteps move closer now, closer. Fuck. Then he heard her voice “are you going to let me in or what?”. He froze now half in fear, half in excitement. He dared not say a word. She tapped on the door now “fucking hurry, I can’t be seen in here!”. A slight giggle in her voice.
He quickly put himself back in his boxers, and pulled his jeans back up, fastening his belt tight. He turned slowly and unlocked the door, and slower still pulled it back. There she stood, the vision of his thoughts, his sick thoughts. She smiled “you gonna stand there or let me in?”. Without speaking he took a step back, even now too shy to actually talk to her face to face. She stepped forward and closed the door behind her making sure to lock it.
They stood now face to face, inches from each other. He stared at her, dark hair, glasses, full thick lips. She lowered her voice to a whisper now “well here I am, like you wanted. Why else tell me you’re hiding in here?”. He blinked at her, unable to take his eyes off her lips. She moved an inch closer “I’ve seen you look at me when you think I can’t see, my body, my arse. Wanting me, perving over me. Is that right?”. He looked her in the eye now “yeah, I do”. She let out another little laugh, glad he had admitted his own lust “good”. She leaned forward now and kissed him hard, his erection almost bursting straight back out of his trousers. Their tongues exploring each others, her hands reaching, his now on her round arse *******.
She unfastened his belt, his jeans now open and his manhood bulging dangerously against his boxers. Their tongues still lapping at each other hungrily she grabbed at his thick head through his boxers, with this he let out a load moan of carnal need. She let out another slight laugh enjoying his desire “want me to get it out?”. He growled in her ear “fuck yes stroke my cock”.
She obeyed, her hand now down his boxers she grasped at him, getting a firm grip on his now throbbing shaft. Feeling his lubed up length she smiled, knowing that he had been pleasuring himself “where you thinking about me then?”. She bit down on her lip teasingly. “Yes, lots of things” he replied, eyes closed now enjoying her touch. She pumped with her hand and slowly wanked him, their tongues now pressed against each other again, swapping spit. Her other hand moved to the waistband of his boxers pulling them down impatiently, his rock hard cock leaping out again. She looked down at her prize, letting out an excited sound she moved her hands back to it, one resuming her tight hold on his shaft the other now cupping his balls. He groaned again as she squeezed gently, now pumping at him, she removed her tongue from his and looked down admiring him, she looked him in the eye again and pumped at him a little faster now, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
She knew he wouldn’t last long, bending over a little she teased him with her tongue just tracing it over his shaft, he throbbed hard. Still bent she spat onto him, her spit mixing with his again, standing and gripping him again she kissed him hard. She wanted his climax as much as he did, she whispered in his ear “I want to see it, I want to see you cum hard ok?”. He could only nod a response as her hands worked at him faster now, the warm fluid from her mouth allowing her to pump faster, all the while moaning in his ear letting him know she was excited. She lifted her leg a little, the fabric of her leggings now rubbing against his tight balls driving him wild. Her hands wanking faster now, one hand pumping on his throbbing shaft, the other now working his head. She bit her lip again and let out a wanting sound “mmm fucking give it to me, let me see you cum. Cum for me now!”. This time he obeyed her. She gripped his shaft tightly and pumped his precum leaking head, he was cumming “ffff... fuck.. FUCK”. His hips thrust as a thick rope of cum shot from his now fully throbbing cock. The first spurt of spunk splattered against the cubicle door, the second also hitting just below the first. She continued to milk him, his third throb all over her hand the fourth covering it. She slowed down now draining the last of his cum out of him, lifting her knee again to press against his emptying balls. He slumped back a little, exhausted, her wasting no time in bringing her hand to her mouth to teasingly lap up his thick white juices. She swallowed hard and looked up at him, her centre throbbing with lust, she would have to make a trip to the toilet herself soon, but for now it had been all about his pleasure. Her hand still on his shaft she pumped one last time, a final thick drop of cum edged out of him, she released him and slowly scooped the last of his juice up and into her mouth, looking him in the eyes as she sucked it off of her fingers. “Did you enjoy that?”. She moved her knee around again working at his balls. He looked down at her and grinned “fuck yes, but I’m still going to think about you when I get home...”. She gave a little laugh again and reaching up kissed him deeply, his cum still on her tongue “I know you will, and I’ll be thinking about you, tasting you”. His hard on wasn’t showing any signs of disappearing, certainly not now.
She put her hands back on him, gently wrapping around his now sensitive shaft, he moaned again. Him now leaning forward putting his hands on the back of her neck, fingers in her hair pulling her forward to suck on her tongue once more.
She needed to be taken, her underwear now completely soaked. She instinctively began wanking him again, turned on even more knowing he had cum already and was still hard for her. Her nails now teasingly stroking at his balls, they’re hanging lower now but clearly not empty, her other hand pumping his length. “We should get back to class” she teased, looking at him with her best innocent face and come fuck me eyes. He looked at her with only one thing on his mind “We should... but... fff... oh fuck” she had crouched down now and began to swirl her tongue around his thick throbbing head, his hands moving to her hair, entwining his fingers. Her mouth explored him, her tongue running over the ridge of his head, and slowly down his shaft. She lapped greedily at his balls, then sucked them hard, wanting every last drop of his hot cum. She sucked and licked making sure to build up as much saliva as she could, she felt her mouth beginning to fill with it. Once satisfied that she had enough fluid she released his balls from her mouth with a pleasing popping sound. She looked up at him and smiled, her mouth watering, lips tight to keep her saliva trapped. One hand now on his glistening balls, the other pulling at his shaft to expose his still throbbing head, then with an exaggerated movement of her head she spat it all onto him, mostly covering his head as she’d hoped. She looked up again and saw the desire in his face, class long forgotten. “Mmm let me swallow your dick” she moved her head forward to meet his thrust, her full lips kissed at his spit covered cock then parted wetly to take all of him. His hands still in her hair pulled her closer, she felt him get further and further back on her tongue until he hit the back of her throat. She nearly orgasmed instantly, how many times she had sucked on her dildo at home imagining it was him, the real thing was much better tasting. She put her hands on his hips, slowly pulling her mouth back, licking at his shaft, tasting him, her lips stopped at the underside of his head, tongue swirling tasting his thick precum which was flowing freely now. He thrust again this time straight to the back of her throat, her spit now having sufficiently lubed his length. He fucked her mouth intently, her own hands now pulling up her top to expose her breasts. One of her hands disappearing down her leggings to feel her wet centre. She began to play with herself, the slapping sound of her fingers rubbing at her soaking cunt turning him on even more. He continued thrusting into her mouth, her gagging every so often, tears in her eyes. He pulled himself from her tongues grip, her mouth followed as if scared she would never get it back.
“Stand up and turn around” he ordered, pulling her up by her hair. She did as she was told, still rubbing at herself now facing the cubicle door. One of his hands moved quickly from her hair and groped harshly at her breasts, a moan of excitement escaping her lips. He pulled her close to him, his cock pressing into her the leggings still covering her perfect round arse. He began to thrust against her slowly, the material pleasing against his skin. His hand now moving down her stomach, gently teasing, then his hand joining hers to caress her soaking centre. She was so wet, he throbbed again feeling her thick warm juices covering his fingers “shall we get you nice and fucked?” he asked evily in her ear. She nodded her approval, making sounds as he continued to manipulate her in every sense. He moved his two fingers down now from her clit to her opening, he slid them in without resistance, his fingers now slick with her. He began to fuck her, his fingers slowly pulling, feeling her pussy pulsing. She was close, unable to control her urges, his fingers bringing her to ecstasy. She reached back grasping for him, needing to hold on to something to help her stand during her impending orgasm. He pulled her tightly to him now, her hair in his face intoxicating him, her hand moved to his thick cock, squeezing hard. Fuck. She needed it. He pulled her hair hard and as he did felt her cum hard, pussy throbbing uncontrollably, her juices now coating her thighs. He pulled her hair hard again as she breathed heavily, he sucked at her neck. “Stop” she said tamely. He pressed himself against her, precum now staining the backside of her black leggings. “Stop” she said with a little more conviction. He removed his fingers from her, dripping. “Fuck me with your big dick, I want to feel you inside me”. With this she grabbed his wrist and sucked at his fingers, tongue now sticking out making sure to lick them clean. Fuck she loved tasting herself. She pulled her leggings down now to expose her plump arse, the material strained at her curve then snapped down, bending over, her face now almost pressed against the door. He grabbed her hips and pulled her into him, his dick throbbing again in anticipation. He took one of his hands and gripped his shaft firmly, aiming his head down and slapping it against her soft skin. He moved himself now, kneeling slightly and put the head of his cock between her legs, his hand now free to grope at her backside and breasts. He pressed himself against her, his cock impatient to enter her. He lifted his hips a little and slowly entered her, her warm wet pussy gripping him tightly, a perfect fit. She let out an innocent moan feeling him entering, her hands now pressed against the cubicle door. He pushed himself inside using his hips, feeling his shaft getting wet inch by inch until his balls slapped against her. She almost orgasmed again instantly as he filled her, her legs giving way a little, eyes closed “oh fuck, fuck, fuck... fuckkkk”. He had started to fuck her now, the slapping sound of his hanging balls hitting her wet mound, the head of his cock hitting her spot making her forget herself. He kept up the pace, trying desperately to control his release, wanting to enjoy her that much longer, it took all his concentration not to flood her and empty his balls now completely. She felt so good, he couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to, both his hands now gripped her hips holding her in place as he pounded into her. He moved one of his hands to her head, pulling at her hair again a thick bunch of it in his hand making a handle for him to hold, keeping her close so his full length penetrated her each time.
She was gone. In ecstasy. Fucked. She moaned unintelligibly unable to speak now, her pussy pulsing around him as she came hard, her juices flying covering both their thighs. Her legs trembling fully, her only being kept upright by his grip on her. He was close also, between his relentless pounding and her now throbbing centre he knew he couldn’t last much longer. She looked back at him, just now managing to formulate a sentence, him still thrusting all his inches into her. “Fffuuu... please give me... give me your cum. I waaaa...nt you to fill me up with your hot cum”. She turned back her face to the cubicle door, feeling so slutty, wanting his orgasm knowing it would give her another. “Fucking give it to me! I know you want to, all the times you’ve wanked off thinking about me. Make it a reality, cum for me!”. She had never been this aroused, him fucking her senseless, the pounding of his thrust edging her closer and closer to the door and another climax. Her face now practically pressed against the door she stuck out her tongue, hungrily lapping up his still warm first load of cum from it. Seeing this he lost any control he had left “oh fuck yes... fuck... YES!”. With this he shot deep inside her, timing his thrust to make sure he was balls deep in her cunt. He kept himself there, throbbing, cumming, three spurts, four, fuck this load was as big as the first. She came hard, perfectly in time to milk him dry as he fully flooded her. Her tongue still lolling out of her mouth to savour his seed, the tip of her tongue eagerly scooping up the last of his thick ejaculate from the door. She swallowed him, feeling the warm fluid fall down her throat and into her stomach to mix with the rest.
He pulled her upright, his excitement seemingly not spent as his still hard cock fixed her in place, her legs not strong enough yet to climb off him. He held her tightly and pulled her close to him again. One hand now round her throat, the other back to her clit, still soaking, throbbing. He nibbled at her ear. She bit her lip again and let out another pleading sound, surely he can’t go again she thought. He rocked her gently back and forth on his dick as if to ease out of his state of absolute lust, unable to pull out and end his pleasure just yet. His fingers working at her still as he made guttural uncontrollable noises, his cum covered cock still hard, still throbbing. He moved both his hands now to her breasts, firmly cupping her tits he began to bounce her up and down gently, his still completely rock hard dick throbbing hard inside her, her fixed in place still, her mind momentarily lost, eyes rolling.
He was still so horny, carnal side taking over needing to keep fucking, keep breeding. His rhythm increasing now, with each thrust more of his sticky thick cum from his last load oozed out of her, down his shaft coating him. His spunk now making the perfect lube for his sensitive cock, her own juices making her hole just as ready to be fucked again.
He needed to own her completely now. She unable to talk, unable to think did as he wanted. He pulled her off his shaft hands under her thighs lifting them placing her down. His hands now on her shoulders turning her to face him. She instinctively moved close their tongues again locking, her hands feeling for him. She managed a few words now, looking him in the eye, as she pulled her mouth from his a thin trail of spit stretched between their mouths “I’m full of your cum...and I still want more. Fuck”. She continued to feel him, so turned on by his still full erection. “Have you got more to give me?”.
With this he nodded, not speaking. She saw the absolute need in his eyes. He was going to have his way again. His hands still on her shoulders he pushed her down to her knees. His cock now level with her eyes, they in turn transfixed on it. She licked her lips a little without realising and looked up at him helpless “fuck I want to taste my juices on your cock”. She moved her mouth forward again, full lips now enveloping his sensitive head, tongue working to savour her juices. She opened her lips a little and began to take him down her throat, kissed his balls then clamped her lips shut to make sure she pulled all his cum that still coated his shaft back into her mouth. With one slow, steady suck it all landed on her tongue, filling her taste buds she nearly climaxed again. One hand moved to her clit and began rubbing vigorously, her other to his balls stroking and squeezing desperate to receive any sperm he had left. His hands in her hair now as he began thrusting into her mouth, fucking her face, her throat. He felt himself getting close again, this time certain to empty his balls.
She moaned hard herself on the edge of another climax. She was passive, on her knees, mouth open, throat being owned. Each time his head hit the back of her throat she let out a whimper of pleasure. She wondered how big his load could be given he had already finished twice. She didn’t care, she wanted it. She pulled off momentarily to let him know “fuck...fucking give it to me...every last drop of cum out of your balls. **** my mouth until you shoot down my throat!”.
Fuck. That was all he needed. With that he grabbed her hair and in one motion she went balls deep on his shaft. His balls slapped against her chin and she felt them pulse hard, her eyes bulged as he pulled hard at her hair making an almost a****l noise as he orgasmed again. He didn’t let her pull off at all, her helpless as she felt his shaft pumping in her throat. One spurt, two, three, her unable to taste them as they deposited straight down into her stomach. She made sure to keep swallowing knowing it would feel amazing on his sensitive swollen head still buried in her throat. Four, five, fuck his balls must be empty now.
His grip relented a little and she slowly lifted off him, making sure her tongue flicked hungrily at his still throbbing manhood. She released his dick with a wet pop sound. He staggered back a little completely drained. She looked up at him “did you enjoy my throat?”. He couldn’t speak still, cock still thick and throbbing. She wanted every drop, firm grip on his balls still she pulled him close, her other hand holding his shaft just beneath the head made sure to milk the last globlet of cum out of him, it sat there thick and white on his head, she looked at him and with a smile moved her mouth forward slowly, greedily, deliberately scooping it up with her tongue. “Mmm you taste even better than I’d imagined. I’m going to need more of this soon”.
He looked down at her, cock still impossibly hard. “You know I’m still going to think about you later right...”.
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