She wanted me, and I couldn’t resist her.
Tiny waist. Shorts so small they should be called underwear, especially because they wedge inside the young woman’s tight, tight ass. There’s no way she’s wearing anything underneath that scrap of fabric she calls bottoms. I could spend the whole afternoon looking at that delicious peach shape, which would make me forget about the sweltering heat and the fact that I am at the most boring of events: the neighborhood picnic. Is anything worse for an introvert like me than being forced to attend an event in the middle of July packed with boring people and trying to make small talk? But then, things changed when she showed up. Kayla, beautiful, sweet, delightful girl-next-door Kyla, with her minuscule clothing, and all of that refreshing youth that, for a few moments, made me forget that I’m just a boring, reclusive professor of engineering. For a little bit, at least in my head, I’m a cowboy, ready to mount and ride that wild, enticing creature.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that my brain doesn’t register that the gorgeous, seductive young woman has made a beeline for me. How could I have noticed anything happening around me when all I saw was how the peach-shaped bottoms turned around and gave me an eyeful of a camel toe that framed what had to be a plump, juicy, delicious cunt? How could my brain not short-circuit when that mouthwatering trapped pussy made its way to me and suddenly stood so close that I could not see it anymore? My eyes were now pointing directly inside the cleavage of a flimsy tank top, and from my tall point of view, I could see the dark pink edges of two erect nipples.
“Hello, Professor Thomas,” her sweet voice calls me back to reality. And suddenly, I’m completely exposed. I’m standing in the middle of a public park with a raging hard-on pointed at a girl celebrating just getting accepted into the college where I work. I try to run away, but my head is still not working. Lucky for me, the temptress takes charge of the situation.
“You need to take care of that,” she says in my ear, a finger discreetly brushing over my rock-hard cock. “Why don’t you follow me? Everyone else is too drunk to notice we’re gone,” she says, heading toward a shed I had not noticed behind some trees. She moves quickly, disappearing inside the shabby structure. I take a quick glance, decide no one is paying us any attention, and then slip behind her.
“Kayla, I, I shouldn’t, you know, I heard you are attending Northside. You may become my student. I can’t.”
She laughs a sweet, devilish sound.
“I’m not your student yet, and you have no responsibility. What if I call you by your name instead of calling you professor? What do you say, Walter?”
The sound of my name in her beautiful mouth renders me completely insane. Without regard to consequences, or the possibility of getting caught here, I step forward. My hands lift the entitled little princess, throwing her on top of a pile of floaties. I kneel in front of her. With my last working neuron, I remember to ask:
“You are old enough, right?”
She laughs.
“Turned eighteen last week. Do you know what my best present was? A dildo from my friend Lisa. She even taught me how to use it. She fucked me with it, slow and careful. I guess technically, I’m not a virgin anymore,” she finishes with a smirk, looking down at me while spreading her legs and guiding my head in between her legs.
And oh, fuck. I was right. She’s not wearing anything underneath those skimpy shorts. Wetness is already soaking through the fabric, and I rub my face in it, desperate to feel it, smell it, savor it. The young Jezebel moans in approval, taking off her top and guiding one of my hands to grab a perky tit. I kiss and nibble over the fabric, but my need to have more is too great, so I pull off the damn shorts and bury my tongue right inside her almost virgin hole. She screams in delight, and I pray that the loud music of the picnic is enough to cover what is happening here. My mouth moves up to suck on her engorged clit, fingers replacing the tongue, filling the wet hole.
“Yes, yes, like that, fuck, professor, I want your cock, fuck me with your thick cock, please,” Kayla screams, and this is even hotter than her calling my name. Calling me professor is so kinky in this context that I can’t resist. Somehow I’m out of my clothes, and the head of my cock is pushing against the very tight hole. It takes all of my limited willpower not to ram that iron rod inside her in one push. Instead, I slide in inch by inch, the narrow passage slowly giving way, engulfing my meat and driving me nuts.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Kayla, you little slut,” the words escape my mouth before I can stop them, but the young seductress likes it and encourages me.
“Yes, professor, I’m a little slut, punish me, teach me a lesson.”
The words break down my restraint, and I pound hard, hands holding onto her tits while I growl like an animal, fucking this goddess to within an inch of her life. Her hands go down to her clit while she keeps encouraging my savage attack until I can feel my dick being squeezed so hard it almost hurts, and I shoot, pulsing load after load of hot cum inside the beautiful crazed creature that is unraveling beneath me.
Surprisingly, my cock does not go soft. We keep rocking together on top of the ridiculous pile of floaties, and the wicked girl issues a challenge:
“Bet I can make you shoot again, professor,” she teases, rocking her hips.
“Let’s find out,” I respond, ready for more like I have never been before.