Honour Student (Closed)

[saedo]

Simon enjoyed the moment of uncertainty on Avery's face as he put her on display. But she swiftly warmed to the situation. Soon she was gyrating atop the table.

Was this her first time? He knew so little about her history. Had she been a wild child at his age? Had she danced atop tables at parties while dozens of frat guys hooted and hollered? Had she drunkenly fucked her way through half of campus? Perhaps this prim and proper facade only came in when she settled down as a wife and mother.

Or maybe she'd been this straight-laced as a teenager, too. After all, she had a PhD, so she must have studied hard. Maybe she'd been super serious back then, focused on academic success. Maybe it'd continued as a dutiful wife and mother. Perhaps only recently had she unleashed this lusty goddess that was currently shaking her ass at him like a stripper on the main stage.

Dr. Jennings' began to remove her clothing bit by bit. Simon had to squeeze his hands into the mattress to keep from reaching for his cock. Watching her enormous tits swing into view made him so hard that it ached. He wanted desperately to start stroking himself.

By the time she removed everything, his cock extended beyond the hem of his gym shorts and was dripping precum down his knee. Fortunately Dr. Jennings was just as equally aroused. Her jeans practically squished with moisture as she removed them.

He didn't know exactly what she wanted as she pulled him in close, but it seemed like a good idea to follow her lead. Soon she was straddling him, one leg behind him wity the other on the table. She rested a hand on the upper bunk bed to steady herself as she looked down at him.

I'm so eager, Simon. Can you see it? Can you smell it? It's all for you. Your pretty little whore soaked her pants on the way over because she was too excited to see her man and make sure that he is satisfied in a way no stupid little freshie cunt ever could,

Simon cocked an eyebrow. It hadn't been that long ago that Dr. Jennings acted as if she were doing him a favor to just look at his dick. Now she was calling herself his whore and admitting that she'd been wet for him long before she arrived. My, how tables had turned.

And still she kept alluding to the other freshman pussy he was supposed to be getting. Did she really not know he hadn't been with anyone else? Should he tell her? Or did the idea that he was fucking someone else turn her on? Maybe it awakened her competitive instincts? Perhaps he should actually find someone else. Maybe it'd inspire Dr. Jennings further if there really was a second pussy in his life.

Regardless, it seemed pretty clear what she wanted right now. "My. Pretty. Little. Whore," he repeated slowly, enunciating each syllable. "Dripping wet for me. Begging for my cock."

Simon put his right hand on the table-side ankle and slid it slowly up her calf. "My little whore," he continued. "Needs it so bad." He continued past the knee onto her thigh, now shiny and slick with her juices.

"How does my little whore taste?" he mused. He leaned in slightly and exhaled slowly. From mere inches away, he could see her labia tremble as the warm breath tickled her tender flesh. "Let's see," he warned as he brought his mouth to her pussy.

 

[Cum_Inside]

The first touch of his mouth on her was amazing. Simon might not have much experience, but the way he eagerly dived into any task as an eager student was impressive. This time though, Simon was slow and teasing as he blew hot little puffs of air onto her clit and parted her labia with his nose until his face was mashed into her cunt. Then he began to lap at her.

She fisted hands in his hair and tugged him in closer, short gasp of air escaping her.

“Yes baby - your pretty little whore.”

Avery could see her newest friend making an appearance from the leg of his shorts. It dripped precum onto the tile floor or the dorm and Avery spared a moment to envision kneeling in front of him and slurping up any wasted juice.

He ate her thoroughly for a good long while before her thighs began to quiver and her need for him got the better of her. Pushing him back a little, Avery crawled into his lap proper.

She curled her small hands around his cheeks and leaned in to kiss him, tasting her own honey on his mouth. She kissed him passionately, deeply, and lovingly (though he didn’t know that).

Wrapping one arm around his neck, Avery raised carefully into her knees and tugged at his shorts urgently with the other hand.

“Fuck your girl, Simon, please? My husband is useless. I need a man like you. You’re the only one I want,” she admitted. “I want to be the only one you want, too. I’d be yours in a heartbeat if I hadn’t wasted my life on Allan. I’m done living the way he wants me to. I’m going to do what Avery wants, and right now that means pleasing her teenage stud.”

She followed this proclamation by freeing his gargantuan muscle from his gym shorts and moaning gleefully at the silken steel flesh in her hands.

He was diamond hard already.

Avery wanted it. She fixed radiant green eyes on his and spoke confidently. “Fuck me like you mean it. Hurt me. Use me. Breed me. Claim me, Simon Idris.”

 

[saedo]

That this was occurring at all seemed like a dream. Dr. Jennings has always seemed too stand-offish to be with him outside a location of her choosing. That she'd deign to visit a cramped freshman dorm room seemed unlikely. That she'd then get naked and sway like a stripper was almost mind-boggling.

Fuck me like you mean it. Hurt me. Use me. Breed me. Claim me, Simon Idris.”

Simon blinked. She sounded serious. Nothing in her gaze suggested that she was joking.

Of course, his conscience did point out that she presently admiring the girth of his massive erection with both hands. Dr. Jennings also exhibited a slight haze to her eyes that suggested she was drunk on lust as well. But the part of him that whispered caution was readily drowned out by the baying howl of his libido.

Simon gripped Dr. Jennings by the waist and stood up. He lifted her up and swung her onto the table. Fortunately she tucked her head so that it didn't hit the sturdy surface, letting her back and butt take the jolt.

Simon followed atop her, spreading her thighs so that she formed a V in midair with her legs. Words proved unnecessary. Dr. Jennings reached between to guide his cock to her vagina. As he felt the tip slip into her, Simon leaned into her.

Dr. Jennings squealed and clutched at the table. For a brief second he saw her eyes panic as the immense hardness stretched her. But as the enormous helm forced its way inside, she bit her lower lip and moaned. Absent any voiced objection, Simon decided he would proceed without hesitation.

Engorged as he was, Simon still had to force himself past the first few inches. He pushed harder than usual. Dr. Jennings moaned and sighed, but offered no objection.

As usual, the initial entry proved toughest. The second was easier. As the third and fourth. By the time he'd sunk into her a dozen times, she was only whining a little.

That soon changed. Simon advanced his pace to fit his mood. The gentle strokes became harder and faster. Soon his hips were colliding solidly with hers. He could feel his meaty scrotum slap against her with each impact. Dr. Jennings began to cry out each time. Fortunately the cindrblock construction deadened the sound between the rooms lest any neighbor be trying to sleep.

The table only added to the intensity. The hard surface provided no mattress or cushion, so he slammed into her depths. Fortunately the table was up to such abuse. While its rustic construction wasn't high on aesthethics, it had sturdiness in spades. Despite his pounding efforts, the table might as well have been carved of granite.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Hair manicured nails scratched at the strong muscle of his back as his hips pounded her into the table. Her breasts bounced and rocked forcefully on her chest but that was nothing compared to the sharp spike of pain lancing up her back as he bludgeoned at her cervix like a battering ram. Avery’s thighs fell open a little more and she moaned and whimpered in desperate pleasure.

Curling one hand into the thick strands at the back of his neck, Avery pulled his mouth up to meet hers and their kisses became a wet conglomerate of spit and tongues as they wrestled urgently, sloppily with the tempo of their lovemaking (for Avery knew that’s what it was - this was not just sex to her any longer). The other hand clutched weakly at the edge of the table, hoping for any support under the weight of her young stud’s claiming. One particularly hard thrust stole the breath from her and she gasped, mouth breaking from his and tossing back to fixate her eyes blearily on the ceiling for a moment.

When Avery caught herself again, her gaze dropped back to meet Simon’s.

He was looking straight through her as though he was trying to read her mind, pace even and rhythmic as he fucked her; it seemed that he was getting the hang of this, after all. He didn’t seem winded. His stamina was growing every single time they played.

Avery smiled at him.

She couldn’t tell him just how much power he really had over her, but she wanted him to know that she had plans to keep him well satisfied from now on. Simon was hers. She wouldn’t share him.

This was the best sex she had ever had. She’d never imagined falling in love with the way he hammered painfully away at her womb as though he might finally breach its defences on the next thrust and then the next, but Avery knew that any coitus after Simon would not offer her the extreme exhilaration as this did when he stretched her open around him.

“Yeah,” she whined, “fuck, fuck.... You’re going to split me in two but I’m going to die happy,” she giggled. “I lo— I... I really... ohhhhh, God, baby. Love the way you take me,” she confessed.

A bad habit Avery had was that her true feelings tended to slip out during sex. Simon didn’t know this yet, but Avery was a talker. She babbled. A lot. With Allan it was easy to talk during their play in order to distract herself from the subpar sex. It was more of a chore than anything. With Simon, Avery struggled to not only take him, but to find enough air to voice her feelings between their strenuous physical activity and her immense enjoyment - her caterwauling someone belied and explained her breathlessness.

That might be a good thing.

She realized with horror what she’d almost confessed to: her potential feelings and addiction to whatever was blooming between them. I love the way you make me feel.

Forcefully, Avery tugged him back down to kiss her deeply once more and buried those traitorous thoughts in the back of her mind while he did so.

 

[saedo]

She'd asked him to hurt her. Simon decided trust her. He didn't hold back so much this time.

Fortunately he could calibrate his efforts by the expression of her face and the tone of her voice. Dr. Jennings always looked uncomfortable as the massive cock stretched her narrow canal. But a look of near panic flashed across her face when he didn't slide into her gently. But just as he thought he might have gone too far, a look of satisfaction followed.

Was it the pain itself? Or did being fucked like some cheap whore turn her on? Dr. Jennings was a complicated creature, to be sure. Despite their physical intimacy, there remained a much about her he didn't understand.

His more aggressive efforts kept her conversation rather limited. She managed thr occasional phrase in between moans of pain, giggles of pleasure, and gasps of air. Most of it was complaining about how big he was, but some offered praise for his efforts. Never an easy answer with her.

Still, he did know her well enough to recognize that extra flutter in her tight little cunt and that particular vibrato when she gasped. Despite -- or maybe because of -- his pounding cock, she was close to climax.

Good. Simon wasn't too far off himself, but he preferred when she came first. It made him feel more powerful when she turned into an incoherent, moaning mess before he did.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Only a few more thrusts later and Avery was coming apart on him, climaxing in a tremendous burst of white hot heat - her pussy clenched as tightly as it ever had and her hips rose off the table and hovered there for several seconds. Eyes fluttering and eventually closing, she gasped and came. Her fingers scrabbled desperately at his shoulders, searching for more support through her orgasm.

Simon kept pounding away.

When she settled, a dopey smile overtook her face and she looked up at him in almost sleepy satisfaction as he drew his pleasure from her. He was close too and Avery was excited to share this first union with him after she had decided to embrace this journey fully.

Her knees hooked around his hips and settled there lazily while her hands drew gentle lines and abstract designs all over his pectorals and abs.

Her clit throbbed every time he slid home inside her and Avery felt like she might even be able to cum again on his plentiful organ.

Tugging him down to meet her, Avery kissed him energetically as Simon finished inside her wet cunt.

 

[saedo]

Dr. Jennings came again shortly before he did her spasming pussy pulled him deep, tugging the engorged helm directly in line with the entrance to her womb. As the muscles in his body strained with effort, she greedily sucked up as much of the copious jism all she could handle.

Simon rested a moment, watching her belly swell from the fresh infusion. God, she made him cum so much. He'd always had big loads, but not like since he began fucking her. And yet despite it all, he was far from finished.

When he pulled out of her, his cock had softened only slightly. The surface had smoothed now that the veins no longer bulged angrily along its length. It also drooped slightly below horizontal rather than jutting upwards like a lance at the ready. But it was still stiff enough to lead the way several inches ahead of him.

Dr. Jennings lay flat on her back, her eyes glazed with lust. One hand cupped her belly and the warm load now filling it. The other stroked her pussy in a way that suggested she was not yet spent either. Good.

Simon circled around to her head. The height of the table nearly matched that of his groin on his knees. That put Dr. Jennings lovely mouth at just about the right spot. He bounced his cock against her lips, smearing their intermingled juices onto her cheek until she opened wide enough to admit him.

 

[Cum_Inside]

The wet smear of their combined juices on her cheek made her eyes refocus and catch on the gigantic fuckstick dangling just in front of her face. Avery opened her red painted lips and suckled on the head of cock, reaching up to grab him with the hand that had been stroking at her clitoris. At this angle, she was in the perfect position for him to feed her every inch with the least amount of resistance possible.

First though, Avery worked diligently at cleaning his cock of any remnants of their first orgasms. Her wet muscle swirled and sucked and kissed along the shaft while she massaged and rubbed tenderly at his scrotum. This time, Avery was more than eager to put her oral skills to the test.

Simon has blown a load, true, but she could almost taste the second boiling in his ballsack. She wanted one more (at least) to take home with her. She’d never been so full of cum before she met him and Avery had never taken a second salvo inside her womb but she wanted to - she wanted to feel it sloshing around inside her the whole drive home and her belly start to cramp because she was too full of sperm.

She wanted to fall asleep in her marital bed with Simon’s cum leaking from her battered lady bits. Avery wanted him to fill her as much as he could.

For now, it was a task to making sure that he was as hard as he could possibly be.

Steadily, Simon’s cock slithered down her gullet. Her throat bulged obscenely but this time her gags were a bit more controlled. The more she practiced with him, the better she did.

Avery began to bob her head as much as she could. Her throaty moan around him sent vibrations humming down the meaty girth of him and she smiled in rapture around the fat cock lodged in her windpipe.

She reached back and slid her hands around to grope at a handful of his ass while she sucked and had her mouth fucked, because indeed Simon’s hips were beginning to thrust and jerk against her chin.

 

[saedo]

Dr. Jennings proved eager for the taste of his cock. She opened wide and began coaxing him down her throat. With Simon still partially stiff but not engorged, she made considerable headway. In less than a minute, she had almost all of him lodged within her.

"Fuuuuuck," Simon groaned as her muscles strained against him. Her delicate neck bulged obscenely around the girthy shaft, but she seemed utterly delighted. A vibrant hum welled up from within her.

He began to slid in and out of her. "Yeah, suck it. Suck it," he repeated as he pumped into her.

Of course, there were limits. Dr. Jennings' throat wasn't quite as accommodating as her pussy, and that was tight enough as it is. Moreover, her need to breathe once in awhile provided further complications.

She consequently countered his desire to thrust by wrapping both hands around the meaty shaft near the base. Her fingers were just barely capable of the task. But it proved effective enough to limit his efforts to a pace she preferred.

A pace that apparently also included stopping entirely. As he felt his climax nearing, the pressure of her fingers increased dramatically. He pulled back, but Dr. Jennings retained her grip. His cock exited her mouth, dripping with saliva and precum. With her restriction at the base, it had turned into an angry purple. Thick veins bulged ominously along its length.

"Fuuuuuck, I need to cum," Travis groaned. But her grip remained until his almost orgasm faded.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Avery worked him up once, twice, and three times with her mouth around his cock before she finally felt that he’d edged enough and climbed up to kneel on hands and knees on the coffee table.

She reached back and spread her cheeks open for Simon, showing off the inner workings, pussy lips soaked and dripping with both her own nectar and his cum. Peeking back over her shoulder at him, Avery wiggled her bum and those fleshy cheeks jiggled a bit and then resettled.

She was ready for round two.

 

[saedo]

Simon was frankly annoyed to be denied his release. Having coaxed him to the brink, his cock was so hard it ached. Meanwhile his balls throbbed with need

Consequently, when Dr. Jennings put her ass up in the air and spread her pink cunt for him, Simon wasted no time. He stood behind her and put his cock right into her.

Despite having just fucked her not ten minutes earlier, she was still tight as hell around his angry erection. She squealed as he tried to force his way in, but his pace was limited all the same. "Fucking take it!" he growled as he finally sank as deep as she could take.

He let his frustration fuel the pace he set. He slammed into her hard, driving her hard against the table. Her knees would definitely be remembering the hard surface tomorrow.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Her face mashed against the surface of the table as his weight drove her forward and impaled her fully. Avery gasped like a stuck pig - take it she did. Simon’s fingers dig deeply into the flesh of her hips and squeezed tightly, yanking her back to meet his powerful thrusts.

Every single time they had sex, Avery felt it was better than the last. Simon was only getting better at taking her each time, learning how to press her buttons and demonstrating his teenage athleticism. It only reminded her what she was missing at home.

She was so glad that she’d taken the chance and met him this evening. It was so out of character for her to have done this but she didn’t regret it. Avery was quickly becoming addicted to her younger lover but she’d be damned if she told him that. For now, she was content to take what he gave her and just enjoy the moments she could spend in his arms, naked bodies writhing and grinding together.

“I will,” she howled, “I’ll take you so well! I’m gonna be so full of your cum when you send me home to him.” In fact, that idea sent shivers down her spine at the naughty nature of it - that she would be so bold so as to sleep in the bed she shared with her husband cramped full of another man’s sperm. Before she met Simon, Avery had never wanted anything quiet like this before. Even though the thought had crossed her mind in the past, it was something she had never imagined acting on.

But the beautiful boy in her Genetics lecture was someone who would not be ignored - Simon made her want terrible things.

 

[saedo]

With this different angle, Simon really could bring his force to bear. His fingers dug into waist for extra leverage as he slammed into her depths.

He was pounding especially deep now. The tip of his cock wedged into her cervix each time he struck home. Dr. Jennings squealed and shuddered, but in between she offered encouragement to do it again. He saw no reason to disappoint.

Something had definitely changed in her attitude. Weeks ago, she had seemed almost averse to his cum. Now she seemed to crave it.

She seemed to particularly relish the thought of going home to her husband with a belly full of his seed. He couldn't begin to puzzle that out. Did she just get off on infidelity? Was this some secret revenge plot on her husband? Was she just using him?

Then again, should he even care if she was? It wasn't like he was getting sex elsewhere. And Dr. Jennings was sexier than any two coeds combined. So did it really matter why she wanted to fuck him.

And perhaps such things could work both ways. Maybe he could find a use for Dr. Jennings for more than mere sex. Or at least, more than just mere sex with her. Bet he could think of an icy coed who might give him a second look if there was something to be jealous of.

Her wails picked up in volume, spurring him on. She was making so much noise tonight, too. Fortunately most of campus would still be at the bars. Simon pounded home again, giving her more fuel for her vocal fire.

 

[Cum_Inside]

This time their sex was a longer affair, considering that Simon had already gotten his rocks off not that long ago. He was unrelenting, thrusting and pounding into her like a wrecking ball. Each stroke caused a sharp pain to rocket up her spine as he hammered into her cervix but it was such a refreshing feeling for her. She loved knowing that Simon was using her well.

Reaching for his shoulders, Avery pulled his mouth down to meet his and kissed him enthusiastically. He swallowed some of her sounds, which was nice because Avery was nothing even remotely close to quiet tonight. She had never been a silent lover but she had never worried about her volume before. Allan couldn’t please her the way Simon seemed to be able to.

Nails catching on the thick muscle that wrapped over his shoulder blades, Avery felt her orgasm crashing towards her. She tensed and trembled, a tingling wave of pleasure setting down over her liKe a haze.

 

[saedo]

This time took longer. Or at least it felt longer. Simon could no longer really tell just how much time had passed. His focus on going hard for as long as possible drowned out much of his conscious thought.

She seemed to like the longer, power strokes more than the short, rapid ones, so Simon focused on those. His massive cock slid several inches back and forth each time. The feel of her overstretched pussy sliding against his throbbing arousal had his own heart beating Iike a drum. His breath came in great whooshes from his lungs to fuel this lustful flame.

She knew how to drive him, too. The variety of inarticulate moans and squeals that she made throughout were in a pitch and tone that suggested both pain and pleasure. The occasional words offered similar contradiction. Was she offering compliment or complaint when moaned about him being too big for her? He couldn't even parse out his own motivation. Was he doing this because he wanted just to make Dr. Jennings feel good? Or did he also enjoy it when he hurt her? And if so, was that just him or because she seemed to enjoy the pain, too?

She came at least once, clamping herself to him and digging her fingernails into his back. Might have been more. She held on so long and writhed against him with such fervor that it could have been multiples. Or maybe just one long one. The sound of his own heartbeat thundering in his head made it hard to tell.

Simon was distracted by the effort of fucking her that his own climax caught him off guard. Sweat was trickling down his face as he rammed what felt like fifty pounds of hardened steel into her molten core. His cock felt so engorged that he'd have believed it might be three feet long. Surely they'd been at this for hours, or maybe even days.

Then his entire body went rigid. He vaguely recognized his own voice crying out in an an wordless gasp that was very nearly a howl. His cock began spewing cum somewhere impossibly deep inside Dr. Jennings, who continued her own verbal and physical cacophony beneath him..

It seemed to last a small eternity. Then he could feel his muscles relax and he had to brace his hands against the table above her shoulders to keep from collapsing atop her. He leaned against his arms, panting for air, hot and exhausted.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Avery wiggled underneath him, nubile body accepting two fabulous orgasms before Simon began to pump her full of his cream once more. That set off a third climax, and by the time the lovers were sated and quiet, Avery's chest rose and fell rapidly as she made the strenuous attempt to catch her breath. Finally, she let out a sonorous giggle, mouth curving up in a smile.

She did indeed love the sharp strike of pain as he fucked her, cock battering her cervix. Although typically impossible, Simon had a monstrous penis and the amount of jism he could summon up was clearly impressive. Avery knew that typical anatomical knowledge dictated that it was impossible for him to breach her cervix, but she wondered how that would feel if he ever pushed just hard enough to pop inside and split her open. White hot pain, likely. Agony. She kind of wished it was possible.

Avery had never been one to enjoy rough sex before but it was probably because no partner ever measured up and everybody treated her like glass. Simon treated her like a toy he wasn't afraid to break. Maybe someday that would be the outcome of this. Avery looked forward to that day - but she wanted to learn and grow with him. She wanted to teach him what it was like to love a woman. She wanted to teach him everything. But most of all, Avery realized that she shamefully wanted him to hurt her. She wanted to see what her limit was and be pushed past it. It was all a quest for personal growth in the end.

Something told her that if it was Allan manhandling her this way that she wouldn't enjoy it. No - it had to be Simon. Something about him just made her exponentially wetter... She ached for him.

If she moved she could almost feel the cum in her uterus sloshing around; Simon had pumped what felt like gallons inside her. Thank goodness for her birth control. There was no way she would leave here unscathed if not for that - there was no way such a virile young man with such never-ending sperm deposits wouldn't manage to knock her up if she was unprotected.

Simon propped his body above her, looking down on her. Avery encouraged him to rest, curling small hands around his ribcage until he seemed to get the memo and laid his weight down on her, forcing her even farther into the table. She kissed his cheek gently and nuzzled at the sensitive flesh behind his ear, whispering her praises in regards to their coitus. She liked the weight of him caging her in; solid, powerful muscle that she would have no way to defend against if he decided he wasn't done with her. It was primal, being underneath him like this. Weak against Simon. Weak for Simon.

Her thick thighs unfolded from around his waist and Avery lowered them to touch the floor. Her muscles quivered at the strain, and she spent a blissful moment picturing her swollen body waddling down the stairs full of his cum and limbs half asleep from how solidly she'd been holding on for dear life.

Fuck, but Simon was still spewing inside her! Avery gasped, tossing her head back against the table until it connected with a loud 'thunk'. Her abdominal cavity was almost completely full! Where could all this cum possibly settle?

She pawed at him weakly, belly ballooning and stretching outward. Her uterus pressed uncomfortably against her bladder and Avery squeezed hard, intent to hold the cream as long as she could, especially before it ran back out of her like a fountain and soaked the tile flooring.

Her words were breathy, excited.

"When is your roommate home, baby? I don't think I can move just yet, but he shouldn't catch you boning your genetics prof on your dorm table," she teased. "Plus, hubby will be missing me soon but I'm not ready to leave you," Avery whined, pouting. She didn't want him to leave her empty again, but they both knew they had to get back to reality. For now, Avery was content to have a little catnap with Simon clutched inside her body's furnace - her cunt holding him hostage.

 

[saedo]

Simon let her pull him down atop her. Fuck! He could actually feel the swell of her belly against his abdomen. How much cum had he pumped into her?

She held him close as they both breathed heavily. By now they were both slick with sweat and other fluids. But despite the heat and mess, she seemed to prefer this full body contact. He relaxed atop her, content not to move.

She broke the breathy silence first. When is your roommate home, baby? I don't think I can move just yet, but he shouldn't catch you boning your genetics prof on your dorm table,"

Simon grunted softly as he pivoted his head. One Dr. Jennings fat nipples grazed his cheek as he turned towards the bedside clock. "1:12 AM," he read aloud. He paused as his brain tried to summon sufficient energy to do math. "Probably going home with his girlfriend. Fuck her for an hour or so, sleep, then back here around dawn."

"Unless they had a fight." Thomas and Gwen has a tempestuous relationship, so this wasn't a rare occurrence. Simon shrugged. "Then he probably drinks till the bar closes and stumbles home thereafter."

Simon turned back to face his professor. "Did you, uh want to stay awhile?" Surely she couldn't want more. Or could she? And if she did, could he? He'd never cum so much in his life; did he have anything left.

Such thoughts took a swift detour when three solid thumps echoed off hallway door. Simon started in surprise. Who the fuck could that be?

After a long pause, the knocks repeated. A short moment later, a testy female voice spoke through the door. "Dammit, I know you're in there! I warned you last time what would happen if I got another noise complaint about you and your girlfriend. So you've got ten seconds to open the damn door or I'm going to use my key!"

Simon turned his wide-eyed gaze to Dr. Jennings. "I think that's my R.A.," he whispered. Simon knew every resident assistant on campus was issued a master key that opened every room in the dorm for use in case of emergency. The rattle of the doorknob suggested his RA wasn't kidding. "Hide!" he urged as he pushed himself off his professor.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Avery contemplated his offer to hang around. She didn’t feel up to more sex, but already Avery felt more relaxed being in Simon’s presence than she had experienced all week at home. She did want to stay, but mostly just to learn more about the man she was most definitely, most willingly, having an affair with.

She wanted to learn more about Simon. Both in and out of the bedroom. She wanted to hear about the things he was passionate about and see that perfect little crooked smile he tended to get when he was enjoying the goings on around him. Avery couldn’t get enough.

Until the fateful knocks against the door and the clear warnings.

Flummoxed, Avery pushed herself up into a sitting position, eyes darting all around the small dorm room for an escape route. They were several floors up and there was no way she’d be able to maneuver climbing out a window on a good day, her clumsy body cumbersome. Now there was especially no chance, weighed down and blissed out as she was.

Her eyes landed on the small built in wooden closet provided for every student. The cabinet wasn’t huge but it was feel enough she could fit in without being too squished and about three feet wide. Lots of room.

Scrambling for the closet, trying to grab her clothing on the way to avoid any further suspicion, Avery practically launched herself into it after she had yanked the door open. Pulling it right behind her, Avery wiggled back to the very back of the cubby, back pressed against the wood. She was fairly hidden behind Simon’s array of shirts and surrounded on every side by solid walls really amplified the delicious scent of Simon’s laundry detergent mixing with a bit of his own natural musk in the fabrics of his clothing.

Avery bit her lip, heart pounding both in fright and another sudden spike of arousal. She worried she might make a sound and give her position away, each and every negative consequence of student-teacher fraternization coming to mind and driving that deep ache of anxiety further and further into her heart. So many things could go wrong. She had to be silent as a mouse.

Using that as an excuse, Avery reached out and grasped blindly at the material in front of her face. She raised it to her mouth and nose, pressing it against the sensitive skin there. Inhaling, her eyes fluttered shut as she breathed him in. The light, fresh scent of him was comforting, pulse easing only slightly as she muffled the volume of her breathing in the dark, quiet wardrobe.

Avery inhaled once and held her breath anyway.

Please God... For once in my life please let me keep my dumb ass out of trouble... Fuck, what happens if we do get caught?! Fuck. Fuck. Avery, you stupid girl - note to self: never a good idea to have hot sex with a student in his dorm room!

 

[saedo]

Simon surveyed the room. There were a couple pieces of furniture that she might crouch behind. Dr. Jennings, however, opted for something more elaborate. The curvaceous professor launched herself towards the wooden closet, grabbing up clothing as she went.

Simon moved to help, but the sound of a key rattling in the lock reminded him that his busty lover wasn't the only one naked. Putting on his clothes would take seconds he didn't have, so he grabbed for the closest thing at hand: a cotton throw blanket off his roommate's bed. It wrapped rather awkwardly around him and he had to hold it up with one hand, but it was better than nothing.

Taking a deep breath, Simon opened the dorm door about a quarter of the way. "Yeah?" he inquired, trying to sound casual as he greeted the empty hallway in front of him.

Simon blinked in confusion, then looked down. A pair of dark brown eyes glared up at him through a pair of plastic-rimmed glasses. The lips just below were drawn tight in disapproval. "Oh, hi, uh, Hitomi," he continued, dredging up his RA's name.

"Inside, Thomas," Hitomi declared. "I'm not doing this in the fucking hall." She pushed against the door with surprising determination.

Simon had hoped to keep her outside, but the angry set of her face was a little intimidating, even if it was more than a foot below his eye level. Also, Hitomi was a grad student and the resident assistant, so she had age and authority as well. Unsure of what to do, Simon yielded, letting her inside.

Hitomi wore a tank top and a pair of boxers, over which she'd thrown a denim shirt to avoid walking down the hall in her sleeping attire. She'd tied back her black hair in a ponytail to tame some the "bed head" spikiness to limited avail. Clearly she'd been sound asleep until very recently.

The diminutive Asian jabbed a finger at Simon as soon as he let the door close. "Damnit, Thomas, I told you the last time you and your squeaky girlfriend woke up half the floor that I would write you both up next time and I fucking meant it. So tell her to come out from under the bed and -!"

Hitomi paused suddenly. Being 5'1" made most people taller, but this one seemed to be moreso than usual. She looked more closely. Taller and lighter colored hair. And higher cheekbones. And a smaller nose. "You're not Thomas," she declared.

"I'm Simon, his roommate."

Hitomi's brow furrowed just above her nose. Yes, she vaguely remembered now. Thomas was the brash frat boy, the kind she detested from her undergrad days, so he registered quite large on her memory. But he did have a roommate. Skinny, quiet guy who kept to himself. Small wonder she barely recalled him relative to the outspoken Thomas.

She ran her eyes over him for the first time. Kinda cute, actually, now that she was actually paying attention. Not actually so skinny, either; he had a nice, lean musculature to him. And almost certainly naked under that skinny little blanket, she noted with a smirk.

"Sorry. Simon then." She paused. "I've seen you around the science hall, haven't I?" She thought for a moment. "Yeag, I remember now. You're an assistant for Dr. Jennings, right? Probably saw you when I was visiting Dr. Kilpatrick, my thesis advisor. Small world."

Simon nodded. "Yeah, yeah, must be. Small world. Small world." It took considerable effort not to glance at the closet at the mention of Dr. Jennings. The closet door had angled slats for air circulation; was Dr. Jennings anxiously crouched by them, listening to this? If Hitomi knew the department, she'd recognize Dr. Jennings. He couldn't allow her to be seen or their secret affair might be totally exposed.

"Well, Simon, I've had a few run-ins with your roommate and his girlfriend, so I thought it was them. But the same rules apply to you and your girlfriend-."

" I don't have a girlfriend, " Simon interjected.

Hitomi tilted her head. "I was told there was girl's voice, too. Moaning."

Simon vigorously shook his head. "No, no. No girl. I'm alone." He could feel the red in his cheeks. His RA didn't seem to be buying this, either. Do something else.

"Uh, uh, it was porn. I was watching porn. Kinda loud, I guess. While I was, you know . . . Uh . . ." His right hand curved around an invisible cylinder in midair and vaguely suggested stroking it for a couple seconds. "Just . . . relieving the pressure."

 

[Cum_Inside]

Avery fought not to roll her eyes at the RA’s negative talk about Simon’s roommate. He sounded like a real winner, alright. She’d put any money on him being complete opposite to the teenager she was currently engaging in an illicit affair with.

Well, Avery didn’t actually know anything about Simon; there was a whole other side to him that he rarely ever showed to anyone else, but that dominant side of him made her knees weak. Or maybe that was just the heady scent of Simon’s cologne concentrated so heavily in this tiny space. Either way, Avery couldn’t believe that she was in this situation to begin with.

The quiet was pervasive after that girl let herself into the dorm room - at first she babbled, but once she realized what she was dealing with, it seemed to take her a moment to gather her bearings. Avery could only barely see a sliver of the room outside the closet, but what she could see was Simon’s bare abs, his manhood covered by a brightly covered piece of fabric. She couldn’t see the resident assistant at all.

Knowing exactly what this RA was seeing, Avery had no trouble imagining the appreciative look in the other girl’s eye - Simon was most definitely attractive and any woman would be lucky to have him. Avery’s lip curled in disgust at the thought of him with anyone else, but being territorial in this moment was a bad idea. This girl named her specifically after attaching a label to Simon as “Dr. Jenning’s assistant”, which only meant trouble. He couldn’t also be her boyfriend.

People were realizing that Simon spent a fair amount of time with her and around her offices. He wasn’t an assistant to her as of yet but it seems she would have no choice but to make that official and ensure there was an excuse for his continued visitations. They would have to be intensely careful so that there were no suspicions of any relationship further than that between them.

Maybe him getting a girlfriend would be a good thing...

But the thought made her sick.

The masturbation excuse was a good one though. Totally believable. Would it be enough? Avery hoped so - she wanted out of this closet and the faster that RA left the better. She just hoped that the tiny Asian didn’t decide to jump on that now that he’d admitted to needing some stress relief.

It was hot knowing that Simon’s neighbours had complained about the noise level of him thoroughly fucking his married professor. Fuck, but that made it so sexy. Avery sucked in a deep breath and tried to quell the solid ache of her arousal before it was exacerbated any further.

She was starting to get a little crampy from all the fluid settling inside her and she just wanted an out. This was taking way too long but it was a risk she had agreed to take when she ventured out to meet Simon here on campus. There was no one to blame but herself.

 

[saedo]

Hitomi's brown eyes widened at this confession. That wasn't something she'd have expected. Sure, everyone did it, but there was something embarrassing about admitting to masturbation. Particularly doing it so loudly that people down the hall could hear.

"Oh. Kay," Hitomi replied slowly, drawing out the syllables. "But both reports mentioned a female voice. Surely a handsome boy like you wasn't alone."

Hitomi paused a moment. Her compliment had just been a throwaway when she started, but she found herself realizing she meant it. She glanced over the half-naked freshman. Yes, he was rather attractive, wasn't he?

That in if itself was unusual for her. Hitomi hadn't been interested in a guy in ages. She'd only dated girls since high school. So much prettier and softer and sexier than boys. Plus the couple of guys she'd ever gone out with had been aggressive jerks. And being so much shorter often made her feel physically vulnerable around them, too.

Perhaps that was it. This freshman might tower over her, but Hitomi didn't find him intimidating. He gave off a respectful, almost meek vibe. His roommate was a pompous asshole who clearly disrespected her because she was short and female. Not this guy, though. She found herself oddly liking the half-naked guy.

"No, no, I don't have a girlfriend," Simon replied. That was true, wasn't it? Dr. Jennings might like fucking him, but that did not make him someone special to her. She was married, after all.

Hitomi found a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. This guy was almost pathetic, really. She could almost believe he'd the type to be alone on a weekend, just jacking off into a sock like a loser. So why did that make her feel more warmly to him? Sure, he was cute, but not like movie star hot. So why did she find herself drawn to him? This was weird.

Hitomi turned her attention away from these distracting sensations to the task at hand. She was an RA. She had to investigate these things.

"Well, your roommate said something like that the last time, but he had a blonder from Delta Gamma hiding under his bed," Hitomi replied. While this was a coed dorm, technically guests weren't allowed after 10 PM. The rule provided a convenient justification for breaking up late night parties and other noise complaints.

Hitomi bent down, but saw nothing but some shoes and socks underneath the bottom bunk. "Nothing under there. Guess you're right."

Hitomi moved forward and swept her eyes about the room. From the hall, maybe someone could duck down behind the furniture, but such a poor hiding place was easily exposed just a few steps inside. Under the bed was the only real place to be out of sight.

Hitomi turned to go, but her eyes lingered on the wardrobe. It wasn't a likely spot. Sure, it could fit a human, but even someone her size would have to crouch a little. You'd have to be pretty desperate. . . .

Simon saw his RA's gaze stop on the wardrobe. The one where Dr. Jennings huddled behind his shirts. Oh God! If she were discovered, what would happen? This was bad. Very bad.

He stepped towards his RA, trying to distract her. "No, I don't have anyone hiding under the bed, that would be cra-- Oh, shit! Fuck!" Simon interrupted himself with embarrassed expletives as his momentary inattention to his current "attire" caused his damp grip on the blanket to slip. His attempts to recover it midway failed and the fabric slid to the floor.

Hitomi watched with rapt fascination as the bumbling freshman suddenly became naked and began a flailing attempt to cover himself. His nudity made two things abundantly clear. First, the thick sheen of lubricant covering his genitals made pretty clear that he had indeed been getting off moments before she'd knocked on his door. Second, while her primarily lesbian inclinations somewhat limited her personal knowledge on this subject, Hitomi was pretty confident that the enormous pillar of flesh between his thighs had to be some sort of record-breaker.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Avery watched the commotion from her hiding place with tense anticipation. When Simon lost his covering, Avery rolled her eyes. If she didn’t know better, she might even think it was intentional, but she was well aware how self-conscious that thick tree trunk between his legs made him.

The girl wasn’t running though. She stood there with rapt fascination (or maybe she was too horrified to move) with her eyes fixated on Simon’s anatomy. Avery’s stomach rolled in discomfort (never jealousy) and she turned her face away from the show in front of her.

With her teeth and fists clenched, Avery waited for this RA to get the memo and leave them in peace. Now that Simon was naked, Avery wondered if that might happen tonight or not. This little girl seemed into what she was seeing but Avery knew she couldn’t handle Simon.

Or she hoped.

Avery wanted him for herself. She wanted to be his girlfriend. She wanted it so badly, yet she knew it was impossible.

All she could do was grit her teeth and bear it while she waited for Simon to decide he didn’t want an old fogey like Avery anymore and wanted someone more his age. Now that this young woman was expressing interest, Avery imagined he would leave her in the dust and replace her with the newest model. She just hated to watch it happening right in front of her like this.

 

[saedo]

Simon felt his cheeks turn bright red as he fumbled for the blanket. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he babbled as his slick hands failed to halt the cloth's descent. He bent over to catch it and nearly lost his balance. An ungainly trio of shuffling half-steps barely kept him upright.

Hitomi found herself unable to look away from this bizarre scene. On the one hand, watching this clueless freshman struggling to hide himself was like some slapstick comedy, albeit with a very naked. She felt embarrassed for him, but she had to cover her mouth not to laugh. Which she promptly did when Simon managed to grasp the blanket and stand upright, only to have it slip out of his grasp because he'd managed to step atop the other end.

Having failed to retrieve the blanket again, Simon abandoned further attempts. Instead he grabbed his genitals with both hands to form a makeshift cup. Even with his long fingers, it wasn't completely effective, so he half turned his legs away to offer further concealment. "I am so sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen!" he pleaded.

But aside from the screwball humor, Hitomi also recognized the suffusion of warmth across her body. She was turned on by this bumbling boy.

It was a strange sensation. Her few early encounters with boys had ended swiftly; their initial pawing attempts at intimacy had not been arousing to the young Hitomi. When Becca Martin had first introduced her to lesbian pleasures sexuality, she'd never really looked back. She'd taken it as given that she was only into women and thereafter taken no interest in men and their cocks.

Except that wasn't entirely true. While Hitomi's sexual experience had been exclusively with women, phallic objects had been a fairly regular component with several of her partners. She'd accumulated a small collection of dildos and vibrators which she enjoyed having a lover use on her as well as self-stimulation when alone. So while she'd never experienced the real thing, she had to acknowledge a certain partiality to sliding a firm cylinder inside her.

But certainly no cylinder like that. Last year, a friend had once gotten Hitomi a semi-rigid, oversized dildo as a gag gift for her birthday. It was called something ridiculous like "The Magnum" or "The Punisher"; she'd never even unboxed the thing because clearly it was far too big. Yet here before her was something even more titanic.

In the days that followed, Hitomi would find herself unable to recall just what happened next with any specificity. It was like her mind's eye was looking through eyeglasses smeared with petroleum jelly: all her memories has a slightly glowy fuzziness. She remembered speaking to Simpy, but not what she said or his response. She remembered seeing her right arm reaching out out to him, but as if it moved of her own accord. Yet somehow she found herself with this boy's cock in her hands

Had she asked, Simon would have reported a similar sense of unreality about his memories of that night. One moment he'd been fumbling to cover his nudity. The next, his RA has his cock resting on her palms. How has this happened?

Despite his brain's confusion, his body wasn't hindered by such quandaries. The presence of a warm female touch against his cock was inherently arousing, so the standard sexual response applied.

What Hitomi did remember with striking clarity was the slow and steady growth of his erection. That something so massive could actually expand further seemed to defy the laws of nature. It was rather terrifying, actually. Yet her hands still clutched at the expanding tree trunk even as its girth exceeded her grasp and the swelling head rose towards her chin, a thick pearl of precum welling at the tip.

"I . . . I . . ." Even Hitomi's voice sounded distant, as if it wasn't really her speaking. "I . . . should go . . . let you . . . finish . . ."

The sound of the door shutting behind her was the first clear thing she remembered. Her vision snapped into focus, the fluorescent overhead lights brightly illuminating the long hallway of the dorm. Hitomi's feet were already in motion. She accelerated, her short legs breaking into a mad dash all the way to her own room.

Simon blinked, still unsure of what had just happened. Hitomi had been holding his hardened cock with both hands, but then she'd mumbled something about letting him go. She'd been out the door so fast that you'd think the room was on fire, leaving him alone with his erection.

Only not alone. He turned toward the cabinet as the door handle twisted and Dr. Avery emerged from her hiding place.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Carefully, Avery stepped out into the open, light assaulting her senses. Simon had given up fumbling for anything to cover himself with and stood staring stupidly at the door where Hitomi had disappeared. Avery took a moment to appreciate the fine specimen that was her teenage squeeze.

Shaking herself out of it, Avery thought back to the way Simon had just stood there quietly while Hitomi touched his dick — granted, he was probably surprised. That didn’t mean that Avery didn’t expect him to stand there and stand there and just fucking stand there and let it happen.

And Hitomi... she was clearly transfixed with Simon. Other girls had been scared of his equipment in the past according to him but Hitomi didn’t appear to be so.

Avery’s insides burned with red hot intensity that came upon her like a wave of nausea.

Ensuring that she was dressed; Avery turned her back on Simon and headed for the door.

“Thank you for this lovely evening Simon. I’m afraid that the abrupt interruption has soured the mood and made it clear that the fun is over. I’ll be heading home now. Have a wonderful night.”

With a quick peck on the cheek, Dr. Jennings was gone just as quickly as Hitomi had vacated, pulling her hood up over her head and speed-walking down the hall. She didn’t want Simon to have a chance to talk her out of it or to even be able to say a word. If he did, Avery knew her strong will would break and she might waffle in her decision. No — she had to go now.

Sitting in her car that was parked a couple blocks away from the university, Avery’s hands clenched around the steering wheel in a renewed spark of anger.

Now that Simon knew someone his age was interested in him (or at least curious), he’d drop Avery like yesterday’s news. She was old and decrepit. She wasn’t hip. Her husband wasn’t even into her anymore. Avery had nobody but herself.

Maybe this was a sign that she had to try her best to work on fixing her marriage and give up her foray into the new and exciting world of sexual deviancy with her student. Maybe it was time for Avery to step back and put an end to this.

The truth was, she had no idea how to even begin to correct her mistakes or to warn Simon away; everyone else might see him as meek and unobtrusive but Avery realized that there was a domineering male buried just underneath the surface that made his appearance when necessary. He would fight for what he wanted. The only question now was: did he want Avery enough to fight for her?

 

[saedo]

Simon's night had begun unexpectedly and ended even more so. He'd been just trying to keep up with events as soon as Dr. Jennings decided to visit. But Hitomi's sudden arrival and even more sudden departure had thrown him for a loop.

Dr. Jennings' subsequent behavior then completely blindsided him. He tried to speak, but she'd shifted into professor lecture mode. She tersely thanked him for the evening as she dressed. Her words continued unabated all the way out the door.

"Naked and alone again," he muttered to the emptiness of the room. "Great. Just great."

A wave of exhaustion urged him towards bed, but he reluctantly forced himself to keep moving. He began cleaning up the room. Granted, his roommate probably would even believe Simon had a woman over, let alone fucked his professor. But Dr. Jennings had taken a risk coming over to his room, so best not take a chance her secret was exposed. Not if he wanted it to happen again.

If that was even an option. Dr. Jennings had been upset when he left. Was she mad at Hitomi? Or was she mad at him? Or maybe she was reconsidering whether their affair was worth the risk to her career and marriage? Maybe she was done with him.

It took him the better part of an hour to put the room back in a semblance of order. He was did find a discarded pair of panties, but unfortunately they weren't the ones Dr. Jennings had been wearing. Part of him would like to show Thomas that he wasn't some loser who couldn't get a girl. Instead, all he had was further proof that Thomas could.

~~~~~~~~~~
Simon slept late into Sunday. He checked his messages, but nothing from Dr. Jennings. Damn. He'd hoped for something.

He started half a dozen drafts of texts to her, but deleted all of them. He didn't know what tone to strike. Saying too much of the wrong thing seemed unwise.

He settled for a simple, "Hey". But no response followed in the minutes afterward. Maybe she didn't notice the message. Or maybe she was deliberately ignoring him.

"Great. Just great." He grumbled.

~~~~~~~~~~
Seeing her in class again provided no further guidance. Dr. Jennings was way too smart to signal any feelings for him in front of two dozen students. But was she a little more disinterested than usual, though? Or was that just in his head?

That left waiting to see her during office hours. Unfortunately, she had another student with her when he arrived during the final half hour. He took a seat outside and watched the minutes tick past. Watched and stewed