My classmate Jane

“Jane was on her knees in front of me, her big blue eyes gazing up at me as she held my small cock in her petite hand. ‘Is this all you’ve got?’ she teased, giggling. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my sensitive skin. ‘For the love of god, just put it in your mouth already,’ I groaned. And then, finally, her soft, plush lips wrapped around the head and I nearly exploded on the spot.

My classmate Jane. The valve had been closed for too long and now it blew wide open. I bucked my hips, fucking her face, feeling the tip hit the back of her throat. She gagged but didn’t pull away. If anything, her grip on my ass tightened, encouraging me to go deeper. Deeper…

I pulled out abruptly, leaving her gasping and disoriented. A string of saliva connected her bottom lip to the swollen head of my cock. Drool glistened on her chin. ‘Strip,’ I commanded hoarshly. Those nimble fingers made quick work of her blouse and bra, revealing two firm, pert breasts that fit perfectly in my hands. I squeezed, rubbing my thumbs over her pink nipples until they stiffened.

Jane hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and stepped out of them, along with her cotton panties. There was a patch of dampness at the crotch. She wasn’t just wet, she was dripping. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils. Naked, she was a vision of nubile teenage flesh, all angles and curves, soft slopes and rigid peaks. I ran a finger through her slick slit, collecting her juices. She shuddered, her knees nearly buckling.

‘I’ve never -‘ she started to say, but I cut her off by thrusting two fingers inside her tight pussy. The wet, hot clasp of her cunt muscles around my digits made me throb with need. I pumped in and out, curling my fingers to rub her g-spot. Jane’s hands clenched into fists, her back arching as her head lolled back.

‘I knew you were a dirty little slut,’ I growled, feeling a sense of power and control. Another time, I would savor it, use it to make her squirm. But now, in the heat of the moment, I just wanted to fuck. To possess. To claim.

I let her fluids ooze down onto my palm before spreading it over my shaft. Coated in her own essence, I was slick and slippery as I notched the tip of my cock at her entrance. With one brutal thrust, I was inside her. Jane cried out, a high keening wail, as I pushed in to the hilt, stretching her virgin walls around my too-fat girth.

For a moment, I just stayed there, feeling the tight clasp of her, the slick, silken heat of her cunt. Then I started to move, hitching my hips back before pounding in again. I set a hard, fast pace, grunting with the effort. One hand gripped Jane’s hip, so tight I knew I’d leave finger-shaped bruises. The other gripped her shoulder.

‘I’m going to ruin you for other men,’ I panted. ‘I’m going to fuck this sweet cunt so hard nobody else will ever satisfy you. You’re mine now.’

Jane could only mewl in response, too caught up in the sensations. Her body-slick with sweat, tits bouncing with each thrust of my hips, face a mask of ecstatic agony. She was lost, drowning, flying. And I was right there with her, the pressure building in my balls, my cock swelling even fatter.

I could feel her starting to tense, to flutter around my pistoning shaft. She was close. I reached down and found her clit, pinching the hardened nub between my fingers. One-two-three pinches and then she was coming apart, her slim body convulsing, back bowing so severely it looked like her spine would snap. I felt her pussy spasm, milking my cock, and that was it. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

With a roar, I slammed in deep and held myself there as I shot my load inside her. Jet after jet of cum, so much of it spurting from my tiny little cock. Jane was lost in her own release, so when hot seed flooded her channel, she experienced a secondary wave of pleasure, triggering another orgasm.

Finally, completely spent, I collapsed on top of her. My dick softened and slipped out of her abused hole, followed by a gush of semen. I rolled over and we lay side by side on the grass, gasping for air. Gradually, as post-coital bliss wore off, awareness came back. Awareness of where we were, what we’d done.

Jane grabbed her clothes and scrambled into them, moving stiffly. I don’t know what I expected – a rise in tuition fees – but I was very sure there would be some kind of fallout. Dirty looks in the hallway. Anonymous comments telling me to watch my back in the locker room.

The extent to which it affected me was hard to picture. As I watched Jane hurry off, rub her thighs together, grimacing at the discomfort, I only felt a sense of grim satisfaction. I may have ruined her, but she’d marked me in her own way. For a little while, she would own me too – in her head, in the small secret place no one else could see. The place where she relived our tryst over and over, replaying each thrust, each groan, each expletive.