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Slowly moving my cock in and out of her mouth with long
strokes, she maintains a gentle suction and uses her saliva to keep my dick
slick and let her hand move without friction.

I moan when she suddenly drives my cock to the back of her
throat again. I am balls-deep in her mouth, her eyes searching my face for
signs of pleasure. There is no hiding my delight. Some girls have taken most of
me, but none, until now, have taken all of me.

She keeps me there and slowly moves her head so that she
takes my cock in and out of the tightest area of her throat. She removes me
every minute or so to take a breath, then swallows me again. My cock is tight
and I know I am about to blow my load.

“Stop,” I whisper, not wanting to come yet. I need to wait
if I am going to fuck her.

Sucking the length of my cock as she takes her mouth off,
she looks up at me.

“What’s up? Was I doing okay?”

“Fuck, yeah. You were doing great. I just can’t come yet if
I am going to fuck you.”

Elizabeth hesitantly gets to her feet.

“I have a confession to make,” she says sheepishly.

Oh boy.

“Yes?” A million thoughts run through my head.
Oh my God.
Is she a virgin? Did she change her mind? Is she the daughter of the dean?

“I have fantasized about you fucking me while I was bent
over your desk.”

I grin. “I’m sure we could give that a go.” I put my hand on
her soft hip, right where her tan line begins while I kiss her full lips. “Are
you ready?”

“You have no idea how ready for you I am,” she says, walks
over to my desk and bends over, pussy open and waiting for me. Her fingers are
already on her clit, slowly working it.

I stand behind her and run my cock along her ass and pussy.
Her pussy is glistening; lips blushed and parted, authenticating her statement
that she is ready for me.

I can’t believe how smooth her skin feels against the head
of my cock. I feel as if it’s going to explode before I even enter her. I’ve
never been this hard in my life. I have to restrain myself from rubbing my cock
along every flawless inch of her.

“Oh God, please put it in,” she begs, backing herself up
against me.

I oblige and almost come on the spot. Her pussy is so tight
and she clenches me tighter the farther I enter her.

My dick is slick with her desire. Doggy style is the best
for watching my cock slide in and out of her tight pussy. Her pussy grips and
holds onto my cock each time I pull myself out.

She squirms against me, trying to push my cock deeper inside
her. Her firm ass is against my torso. I lick my thumb and put it in her
asshole and she gasps.

Uh oh.

“No?” I ask.

“Yes. Oh God, yes!”

I fuck her and wiggle my thumb farther into her ass. She
throws her head back, moaning each time I thrust forward.

Suddenly she begins to buck against me. “Oh, fuck!” She
explodes against my dick and I feel warmth down the front of my legs. She
quickly pulls herself off me and turns around, blushing.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t sure if I could squirt from sex. I
sometimes do it when I masturbate, but never have from fucking before.”

Holy fuck. A squirter.

I believed it to be a porn myth, yet here was one standing
in front of me, proof dripping down my legs.

“Trust me. It’s quite all right. I… Yeah. It’s all good.”

“Do you still want to fuck me, or would you rather I suck
you off?”

I contemplate this. I sure would love to watch her tongue be
covered with my cum again, but filling up her cunt wouldn’t exactly be a bad
thing.

“I think I would rather come inside you this time.”

“I was kind of hoping you would say that. I think I might be
able to come again.”

She hops up on my desk, lies on her back and spreads her
legs so that each foot is on one of the corners of my wide desk.

Elizabeth is spread-eagled just for me, I’m unable to resist
sucking on her clit again. I love the smell of her, the heat she gives off. She
wiggles against me, her hands on the back of my head. I make one more trace
around her lips before I stand up again.

My cock is level with her pussy and I want to tease her, but
stop myself. What I want more is to fuck her cunt until my cock erupts.

I enter her and we both sigh with pleasure. A gold ring
dances on her bellybutton as I slam against her. Her long and slender torso has
shocking tan lines and I trace the ones on her hips with my thumbs.

Tan lines rock.

Her right hand is moving quickly against her clit. She is
watching my face, tracing my bellybutton with her other hand.

Her face begins to redden and her eyes widen. “Oh fuck, I’m
gonna come again.”

I continue ramming her, about ready to blow my load myself.
I quicken my pace, my body slapping against hers.

Her eyes close and as she bucks against me, I focus on my
own explosion. I feel the front of my legs warm again as she squirts. My body
convulses as I come, my eyes open and lock on her “O” face.

After trying to catch my breath for a moment, I pull out.
The front of my body is dripping, a small puddle of her juices pool under her
on my desk.

I grab a handful of tissues, handing some to Elizabeth and
using some to wipe myself off.

Her chest is heaving as she sits up and dries herself off.
She wipes up the small puddle on my desk, and walks over to her pile of clothes
on the floor, depositing the wet tissues in the garbage at the end of my desk
as she passes it.

“Wow,” she laughs, looking back at me and I laugh along.

“Yeah, I have to admit, that was kind of crazy. I’ve never
had anything like that happen to me. That’s for sure.”

“Well, I have to admit that I am glad I am your first,” she
says.

“My first? I’m more than certain that you will be the only.
I can say that situation is not very likely to happen again.”

“You never know what the future holds, I guess.”

“Are you planning on taking another class?” I button my
shirt, putting my tie into my pocket.

“No. This is my last class here. I’m off to New York in a
week. My older brother and his wife live there, and I thought I would take a
semester off to figure out what I want to do with my life.” She picks up the
shreds of her panties and tucks them into the edge of her shorts.

“You’re keeping those?” I ask, thinking she would want to
toss them since they were ruined.

“Souvenir,” she winks.

I chuckle and pull my pants and underwear on. She clips her
bra and slips her shirt over her head.

Here we stand, fully dressed and unsure what to say or do.

“So,” I say.

“So.”

We walk together toward the door. I return to my desk and
grab my papers and keys, ready to lock my office for the remaining few weeks of
summer.

“Good luck in New York. I know you’ll do well in whatever it
is you decide to pursue.”

“Well, thank you. I really do think that I’m done with
trying to become a nurse. I feel much better suited for teaching. Either way, I
still have a boatload of school ahead of me, but I know it will be worth it.”

“Indeed it will. You can never go wrong with an education,
provided you’re studying something that you really enjoy.”

“Do you have any plans for the rest of summer?” she asks.

“Nah. Not really. I have to grade these exams and finalize
the grades. I have some research to do for a book I am writing then I’ll probably
just hang out around the beach with my buddies. What about you?”

“I have the rest of this week to hang with my family and
friends, then I am gone for who knows how long. It’s kind of crazy. I’ve spent
my whole life here. It’ll be strange to be in a whole new place with all new
people.”

“You’ll be great,” I repeat. I hug her and inhale the
citrusy scent of her shampoo as her hair brushes against my nose.

She pulls away and smiles.

“Thank you for everything you’ve taught me. Your class is
one I’ll never forget.” She pulls her underwear out of her shorts and tosses
them to me. “You know, on second thought, you keep these. I want you to have
them. To remember me. To remember
this
.” She kisses me on the cheek and
walks away.

I put them in the pocket with my tie and rub them between my
fingers as I watch her walk. Elizabeth appears to grow smaller as she moves
farther down the hallway, and then disappears completely as she descends the
stairs.

Chapter Three

Fall Semester—Day One

The first day of a new semester generally excites me, as I
scope out my new fantasy girls. This semester, though, is not quite the same. I
mourn the loss of my experience with Elizabeth and know that I’ll never be so
lucky again. However, I do have a lifetime worth of memories to revisit while I
choke the chicken.

The fall semester begins while the heat of summer still
remains, so I am able to appreciate the scantily clad bodies of the young women
for a month or so, until the chill causes them to pull out designer jeans,
Abercrombie hoodies and shoes and boots that cover their pretty little feet so
they stay warm.

I walk around the room, looking down shirts of the ladies
when I can as we go over the syllabus. I can’t help but steal glances at the
seat that had been occupied by Elizabeth just a few short weeks ago. I wonder
what she’s doing right now, and where her path will lead her.

The last class finishes and one student remains. Her long
blonde hair is styled in a thick braid that reaches the middle of her back. Her
skin is still sun-kissed, her dark bronzed skin contrasts the tight white
t-shirt that clings to her rack. I can clearly make out the lace design of her
bra.

She stands and walks up to me at the door. I force myself to
keep my eyes affixed to her eyes and not her tits, but it proves nearly
impossible.

“Hello. I’m Emily.” She reaches out and grabs my hand. Her
grip is soft and gentle.

“Well, hi there, Emily. It’s nice to meet you. I hope you’ll
enjoy this class.” I place both of my hands over hers.

She smiles at me. “Oh yes, Dr. Collins. I believe I will.
I’ve heard I’ll learn a lot from you. In fact, I believe you taught quite a bit
to my older sister, Elizabeth.” She winks and exits the room.

Well, well, well. Looks as if this semester has potential
after all.

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