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Story: Flying Colors
The Quarterback growled and pushed off the desk, his urgent hands working open my pants, yanking them off my ass. My jock strap exposed my ass cheeks, and he groaned, grabbing handfuls of each cheek as he dropped to his knees behind me.
My breath caught sharply when his strong, wet tongue licked my crack, then wriggled lower, forcing beneath the cotton cage to tease my full balls.
“Uh!” I gripped the desk, body going rigid, legs shaking. I bit my lower lip—hard—as he tongued my hole, a keening wail squeezing up my throat. My ass was ultra-sensitive, and a couple of licks and plunges and I wasthere—gasping and panting and ready to unload. “Oh, my God…”
He sucked his finger and squeezed it into my ass, immediately seeking out mymagic buttonand going to work. I dropped my face into my arms and whimpered, gasping for breath and vigorously rocking my ass on his finger.He’s done this before—he knows exactly what to do. This isn’t his first time.
“Fuck, Mr. Lange,” Bradley rasped, running his thumb over my balls as he slid his finger in and out of my ass. “Youseriouslywant my cock, don’t you?”
The upper half of my body quivered against the desktop as my legs shook badly. “Yes…”
“Since I’m such a good student…” He stood, and I heard him unfasten his pants and wrench down the zipper.
I pushed up on my arms again, breathing hard, eyes glazed with lust.
“This what you been wanting, Professor?”
I flinched when he smacked my ass cheek with his hard cock then “popped” it against my ass crack a few times, rubbing the plump head up and down between my cheeks.
“Oh, my God…” I whimpered.
He stripped the jock strap off my hips and down my legs, then nudged my balls with his cockhead, pushing closer as his hard cock rubbed the underside of my throbbing erection. He reached around and grabbed both our dicks, stroking the engorged shafts, and wetting them with our precum.
“Uh-uhuh…”I clutched the desk, shaking, so close to cumming.
“Say it,” he breathed in my ear. “Tell me what I need to do to pass this class.”
My throat constricted, crushing my words. I whimpered again and bumped my bare ass against his lower stomach, pushing my cock through his fist.
“Tellme,” he whispered hoarsely, so ready to give me what I’d been fantasizing about.
“Fuck me,”I cried out, startling myself. “Oh God—fuck me, Bradley—please fuck me!”
Bradley released our shafts and a deep, hard grunt exploded out of him as he grabbed my hips and shoved his cock balls-deep into my ass—over and over and over—slamming me against the desk, his powerful, demanding hips furiously slapping my ass. The sound of his thick meat tearing into my tight hole nearly drowned out our cries and grunts—and it thrust me to orgasm without added aid.
“Oh fuck—uh-uh-uuhhhh!”Cum exploded from my cock, squirting the desk and the floor.
“Fuuuck—yeah!”Bradley let out a guttural roar and roughly clawed away my shirt, reaching around me and ripping it open, popping buttons loose and sending them skittering across the desk and onto the floor. He gripped my chest as he bent me up and back, his thrusts going wild, knocking me against the desk and causing it to slide forward a few inches at a time,screechingacross the tile.
I clutched his hands and threw my head back, mouth open wide, hot breathbillowingfrom my throat on another flurry of—“Uh-uh-uh!”
“Fuck—fuck!”He flipped me around and threw me down on my back on the desktop and rammed his cock back inside me, hands smacking the desk on either side of me as he hovered above me—face a twisted mess of wild lust. “AAAAHHH-ah-ah-ahhh!!”Bradley panted furiously, pounding me into the desk.
Spreading my legs wide, I drew them up toward my chest and hooked them over his shoulders, grinding my heels into his back. His shirt was gone. I don’t know when he got rid of it, but his muscles felt good against my feet—flexing, hot, slippery with sweat.
He palmed my chest again, dropping his head,bitingmy nipples, sucking my flesh as he fucked me like a madman. His head jerked up suddenly, face straining, teeth clenched. He beat his cock into me with greater urgency,hammeringmy ass.“Fuck-fuck-fuck! I’m gonna fucking CUM!”
His cockhead drilled my prostate, bringing me back, fast and furious. I couldn’t believe it—I’dnevercumtwicein one session. But here I was, about to—
My dick exploded, splattering ropes of cum all over us both and I choked on my cries, my short nails digging into his arms, scraping flesh.
The Quarterback grunted deep and fierce—and slammed in, hips jerking, body practically convulsing as his hot cum surged through me. His face remained tight, jaw clenched, as he fucked through the orgasm, his juices spilling out of my ass, draining onto the desk.
A forceful exhale burst from him, and he slowly straightened as I weakly lowered my legs. He stepped back and his heavy cock slipped from my flooded ass, hanging thick and impressive even in its flaccid state, cum dripping from the tip.
I sat forward and took it in hand, squeezing the hot, wet flesh in my fists. He groaned. I smiled and bent down, sucking his limp cock, drawing out the last drops of cum.
“Fuck…” He shuddered. “Next time… I want you tosuckme off.”
Next time.I hadn’t dared hope this would happen again.
He raised my head and kissed my wet, cum-flavored lips. “So,” he rasped against my mouth, “how is my class…performance?”
I shiver beneath his touch, already conjuring fantasies of ournexttime. “You’re passing with flying colors.”
My breath caught sharply when his strong, wet tongue licked my crack, then wriggled lower, forcing beneath the cotton cage to tease my full balls.
“Uh!” I gripped the desk, body going rigid, legs shaking. I bit my lower lip—hard—as he tongued my hole, a keening wail squeezing up my throat. My ass was ultra-sensitive, and a couple of licks and plunges and I wasthere—gasping and panting and ready to unload. “Oh, my God…”
He sucked his finger and squeezed it into my ass, immediately seeking out mymagic buttonand going to work. I dropped my face into my arms and whimpered, gasping for breath and vigorously rocking my ass on his finger.He’s done this before—he knows exactly what to do. This isn’t his first time.
“Fuck, Mr. Lange,” Bradley rasped, running his thumb over my balls as he slid his finger in and out of my ass. “Youseriouslywant my cock, don’t you?”
The upper half of my body quivered against the desktop as my legs shook badly. “Yes…”
“Since I’m such a good student…” He stood, and I heard him unfasten his pants and wrench down the zipper.
I pushed up on my arms again, breathing hard, eyes glazed with lust.
“This what you been wanting, Professor?”
I flinched when he smacked my ass cheek with his hard cock then “popped” it against my ass crack a few times, rubbing the plump head up and down between my cheeks.
“Oh, my God…” I whimpered.
He stripped the jock strap off my hips and down my legs, then nudged my balls with his cockhead, pushing closer as his hard cock rubbed the underside of my throbbing erection. He reached around and grabbed both our dicks, stroking the engorged shafts, and wetting them with our precum.
“Uh-uhuh…”I clutched the desk, shaking, so close to cumming.
“Say it,” he breathed in my ear. “Tell me what I need to do to pass this class.”
My throat constricted, crushing my words. I whimpered again and bumped my bare ass against his lower stomach, pushing my cock through his fist.
“Tellme,” he whispered hoarsely, so ready to give me what I’d been fantasizing about.
“Fuck me,”I cried out, startling myself. “Oh God—fuck me, Bradley—please fuck me!”
Bradley released our shafts and a deep, hard grunt exploded out of him as he grabbed my hips and shoved his cock balls-deep into my ass—over and over and over—slamming me against the desk, his powerful, demanding hips furiously slapping my ass. The sound of his thick meat tearing into my tight hole nearly drowned out our cries and grunts—and it thrust me to orgasm without added aid.
“Oh fuck—uh-uh-uuhhhh!”Cum exploded from my cock, squirting the desk and the floor.
“Fuuuck—yeah!”Bradley let out a guttural roar and roughly clawed away my shirt, reaching around me and ripping it open, popping buttons loose and sending them skittering across the desk and onto the floor. He gripped my chest as he bent me up and back, his thrusts going wild, knocking me against the desk and causing it to slide forward a few inches at a time,screechingacross the tile.
I clutched his hands and threw my head back, mouth open wide, hot breathbillowingfrom my throat on another flurry of—“Uh-uh-uh!”
“Fuck—fuck!”He flipped me around and threw me down on my back on the desktop and rammed his cock back inside me, hands smacking the desk on either side of me as he hovered above me—face a twisted mess of wild lust. “AAAAHHH-ah-ah-ahhh!!”Bradley panted furiously, pounding me into the desk.
Spreading my legs wide, I drew them up toward my chest and hooked them over his shoulders, grinding my heels into his back. His shirt was gone. I don’t know when he got rid of it, but his muscles felt good against my feet—flexing, hot, slippery with sweat.
He palmed my chest again, dropping his head,bitingmy nipples, sucking my flesh as he fucked me like a madman. His head jerked up suddenly, face straining, teeth clenched. He beat his cock into me with greater urgency,hammeringmy ass.“Fuck-fuck-fuck! I’m gonna fucking CUM!”
His cockhead drilled my prostate, bringing me back, fast and furious. I couldn’t believe it—I’dnevercumtwicein one session. But here I was, about to—
My dick exploded, splattering ropes of cum all over us both and I choked on my cries, my short nails digging into his arms, scraping flesh.
The Quarterback grunted deep and fierce—and slammed in, hips jerking, body practically convulsing as his hot cum surged through me. His face remained tight, jaw clenched, as he fucked through the orgasm, his juices spilling out of my ass, draining onto the desk.
A forceful exhale burst from him, and he slowly straightened as I weakly lowered my legs. He stepped back and his heavy cock slipped from my flooded ass, hanging thick and impressive even in its flaccid state, cum dripping from the tip.
I sat forward and took it in hand, squeezing the hot, wet flesh in my fists. He groaned. I smiled and bent down, sucking his limp cock, drawing out the last drops of cum.
“Fuck…” He shuddered. “Next time… I want you tosuckme off.”
Next time.I hadn’t dared hope this would happen again.
He raised my head and kissed my wet, cum-flavored lips. “So,” he rasped against my mouth, “how is my class…performance?”
I shiver beneath his touch, already conjuring fantasies of ournexttime. “You’re passing with flying colors.”