Free First Times: Nine Tales of Innocence Lost by Natalie Deschain Page B

spread me open, sliding into my tight channel. Nothing larger than my finger had ever entered me before, and it hurt, it stung and burned and I let out a little noise that was more pained whimper than pleasured sigh, and he squeezed me tight, slowing me.  
    “Go slow,” he whispered, in a voice that said he wanted to go fast.  
    Oh my God he was inside me. It was more than cocks and pussies now, we were together in a way I never understood. I could feel his heart beating, like he was an extension of my own body. It still hurt, and my eyes teared up. A single tear slid down my cheek but he brushed it away with his thumb as he guided me down to settle in his lap, resting my weight there. I have never felt so close to anyone, ever, as I did to him now, with this throbbing, stretching melding of our bodies filling my belly.  
    “Does it hurt?”  
    “No,” I lied.  
    I started to roll my hips. It still hurt but it was so good I just didn’t care. He pulled me to him and held me tight, sharing my breath as he gazed into my eyes and listened to my soft moans. I shifted my legs so my knees were on the floor and rose up a little, moving my hips in little thrusts that he flexed to meet, rolling his cock inside me in a steady rhythm.  
    Already flooded with excitement, I began to build. His body tightened and his embrace became even harder, crushing. My body moved in tight, involuntary jerks. He was pressing up into me from underneath, grunting and gasping.  
    I thrashed back as the release came in an explosive wave that swept through me in rolling shocks of hot and cold as electric currents shot down my legs. I pressed against him hard as the feeling hollowed me out and sucked all the strength out of my body. He bucked up, and tried to push me away.  
    “I’m cumming,” he growled, trying to drag me off him.  
    I pushed down, taking him to the root as he throbbed inside me, spilling me with his seed. His face turned into a slack stare.  
    “Give it to me,” I murmured, rolling my hips and tightening my belly. I wanted to squeeze it all out of him, be filled up. I relaxed as he finished, his head lolling back before rolling forward so he could touch his lips to my forehead.  
    It turned to a kiss. I lay on top of him until he went soft, and finally lifted up. His seed slid down my leg, yet more inside me. I flopped onto the cold hard floor next to him and leaned on him while I gathered up enough strength to shakily stand up, leaning on the bench.  
    He kissed me as I stood up.  
    “Are you coming back next year?” I said.  
    “Yes.”  
    “Wait for me,” I said, running my fingers over his chest.  
    “No one can know about this.”  
    “What? Why?”  
    “You were my student.”
      “I’m an adult. What does it matter?”  
    “I could still lose my job. The administration-”  
    “Fuck the administration,” I said, pressing against him. I rose up on my tip toes to kiss him. Lightly. Chastely. “Fuck my parents, too. I want you. I’m coming back and I want you.”  
    He gave me one last embrace. Our bodies were slick with sweat. When he let me to and left, the look he gave me ripped my heart out. I didn’t want to shower, but I did. I went home. I went to college.  
    I came back the next summer.  
    So did he.  

Melissa

    “Melissa, would you remain after class?”  
      I paused in gathering up my things. Professor McCray was not one to give much individual attention to students. The archeology professor was notoriously aloof, communicating mostly through his teaching assistants. He only gave about half the lectures and maintained the bare minimum office hours. To we mere students he was a mystery. Rumors flew even outside the history department. The wealthy, handsome professor was a recluse, and recluses naturally become the subject of wild speculation. I kept out of it, for the most part. I was more concerned with earning a high mark in Archeological Methods II, though I did dream