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plum-shape, ribbed at the back where the tubes emerged from them, deep in his scrotum.
    “Suck it,” he gasped. “Are you going to suck it for me, Ellie? You said you were a good student...”
    I looked up, past his hard cock. There was a pleading in his eyes.
    I really had only been getting a close look up to then. I was that naïve.
    I looked at that purple head again, only inches from my face. It was shiny and wet with his juices. I ran a finger across it, and then put that finger to my lips. It tasted salty, with a little sweetness.
    I looked at his cock again, and then I moved towards it, met it with my lips, let it slide between them.
    Although I would meet much better endowed men, I didn’t know that then, and I was surprised at how far I had to open my mouth to accommodate even just the swollen head of his manhood. But then his hands were on my head, guiding me, forcing me to take him deeper and deeper, until I’d taken him right to the base of his shaft and I had to keep swallowing against the head of his cock so that I wouldn’t gag.
    I pulled away, marveling again at the smoothness of his cock, this time as it slid against my tongue; at how hard his shaft was, and the heat of it...
    As I bobbed my head back and forward, my lips tight around him, I cupped his balls, fascinated by the way they responded to my touch. My other hand was on his thigh, partway down where his shorts were stretched tight. I pulled at them, and inadvertently my nails scraped against him. He groaned even louder now, and so I abandoned pulling his shorts down and just raked my nails up the back of his leg.
    His ass was up against the desk, but I could reach his hip and scratch down the side of his ass and the top of his thigh. And as I pushed down on his cock again, my face up hard against the coarse mat of his pubes, I slid the hand that was cupping his balls further back, my fingers pressing against the skin between balls and ass. Remembering his earlier response, I scraped him there with my nails, and his hands tightened on my head, fingers twisted in my hair, holding me against him, his dick deep in my throat.
    “Oh God,” he moaned.  “Oh yes...”
    I was naïve, inexperienced. I didn’t know what to do when...
    I didn’t have time to think about it, to make any choices. No time to decide if I was a swallow or spit kind of a girl.
    There was a sudden heat, a rushing sensation, and then all I could do was swallow as pulse after pulse of his juices erupted in my throat, and then it was over, and I was still sucking, more gently now. As his cock started to grow soft, the saltiness of his juices spread through my mouth, a taste that was new and yet somehow familiar.
    I leaned back on my heels, then, and watched his cock flop down into the nest of his balls, its length shiny and wet with my saliva.
    It was only then that my awareness spread. I’d been so wrapped up in what I was doing, in his responses, in responding to his responses, that only now did I become aware of the heat in my abdomen, the tightness, the need. I put a hand down to my belly, slid it further down across my jeans to where the seam pulled tight against my clit, and he watched as I pressed and rolled my hand against myself, urgent and fast.
    I was there in no time at all, my belly contracting, my pussy tightening, as climax took me, so suddenly and abruptly that I was left gasping, my breath ragged, my face flushed.
    He was looking at me, a strange expression on his face. Finally, he said, “You’re beautiful. You’re really fucking beautiful, you know that?”
    No one had ever said that to me before, and I’d never thought it of myself, but that was the moment when I started to take a good step back and reassess things. That was when I realized I’d passed my ugly duckling phase and now things were different, so very different.
    And Harry, my journalism lecturer? He was generous. That essay wasn’t my finest piece of work, by any means. It was rushed and