Chapter 1: Introduction
First day of college and megan woke up late , her alarm buzzing like an angry wasp under her pillow. She groaned, throwing off the sheets that were tangled around her legs, and sat up on the edge of her bed. She stretched, arching her back and letting out a soft yawn. Her dorm room was still a mess from last night's unpacking extravaganza, boxes and clothes littering the floor like a thrift store vomited all over it. But that was college, right? Chaos and late nights were part of the deal.
Megan padded over to her desk, her bare feet sinking into the carpet. She grabbed her phone and silenced the alarm, squinting at the time.
megan saw the time and rushed to get ready putting on her bra a tight top a nice skirt and trainers. Megan accidentally forgot her panties by mistake . She grabbed her bag and rushed out the door.
As she walked down the street to college , Megan couldn't help but notice the whistles and catcalls from the construction workers the wind picking up blow megans skirt up alittle showing she had no panties on under it. She smiled, feeling a thrill run through her at the attention. She loved the power she held over men, how easily she could make them lose their minds.
Megan took a short cut down a back ally to make her trip to college shorter. Megan saw a group of homeless men sitting under a bridge they started to catcall her. “Hey baby, come over here and show us what your momma gave you,” one of them shouted, his voice gravelly with years of smoking and drinking. Megan smiled and walked over to them. “You guys want a show?” she asked, biting her lip. The men nodded, their eyes wide with anticipation. Megan turned around and bent over, giving them a clear view of her ass. She slowly pulled her skirt up, revealing her bare pussy. The men let out a collective groan, one of them even stumbling forward. “Fuck, you’re hot,” another one said, his voice heavy with lust.
megan walked over to the men sat on the ground she was standing above them now. She spread her legs wide, giving them a clear view of her glistening pussy. She moaned softly and said ill let just one of you taste me but you have to pick who it will be.
The men looked at each other, eager to be the one, they did rock paper scissors to decide . The oldest one won and said “what now” megan walked forward the man sat down and stood over him with her pussy above him he could see her pussy lips glistening . megansaid. "Put your face between my legs. Lick my pussy." The man hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, his rough hands gripping her thighs. Megan let out a soft moan as he buried his face in her pussy, his tongue darting out to lick her folds. She could feel his stubble scratching against her sensitive skin, and it sent shivers down her spine.
"Fuck yeah," she moaned, her hands gripping his hair.
"That's it, use that tongue. Make me feel good." The man groaned, his tongue flicking against her clit, sending shockwaves through her body. She could feel the pleasure building, her pussy throbbing with each lick.
The man was eager, his tongue moving fast, exploring every inch of her. She leaned back, bracing herself against the wall, her legs spread wide. The other men watched, their dicks tenting their pants, some of them stroking themselves as they watched their friend eat Megan out.
"Fuck, that feels good," Megan moaned, her hips moving in time with the man's tongue. "You're a fucking pro at this, isn't he, boys?" she asked, looking down at the man between her legs.
"Are you enjoying this, old man?" She could see his eyes, wild with lust, as he nodded, his tongue not missing a beat. "Good," she cooed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, I want you to stick your fucking tongue inside me. Make me come all over your face."
The man eagerly complied, his tongue slipping inside her, tasting her sweetness. Megan threw her head back, a loud moan escaping her lips. "Fuck yes, right there. That's the spot." She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around the man's tongue.
"That's it, you fucking cunt-eating bastard," she growled. "Make me come. Make me fucking scream."
The man between her legs redoubled his efforts, his tongue fucking her even harder, his stubble scraping against her clit with every thrust. Megan could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing as the orgasm approached. She looked down at the man, his face covered in her juices, and let out a scream that echoed through the alley.
"Fuck!" she cried out, her pussy clamping down on the man's tongue as her orgasm hit.
She rode out the waves of pleasure, her body trembling with each aftershock. When she finally came down, she looked down at the man, his face glistening with her juices.
"Fuck, that was hot," she said, her voice breathless, megan left the men and hesded to college
a bit late but it was worth it.
The men watched as megan walked off the men that megan didnt let lick her started asking the man who did questions like
"Dude, what did she taste like?"
"Fucking heaven," he said, his voice still rough from his exertions. "Sweet and tangy, like fucking sunshine."
"Did you make her come?" another man asked, his voice laced with envy.
"Hell yeah, she screamed so loud I thought she was gonna wake the dead," the man replied, a proud grin on his face.
They then wondered her age and what if she wasnt old enough .
"How old do you think she is? She couldn't have been legal, right?" one of them asked, his eyes wide with concern.
The man who had tasted Megan shook his head, "Nah, man, she's legal. She said she was in college. Plus, she wasn't a virgin, that's for sure."
The other men chuckled, imagining Megan's tight, wet pussy wrapped around their cocks.
"Fuck, I wish I could've been the one to taste her," another man said, adjusting his pants to accommodate his growing erection.
"But hey, maybe next time, right?"
The man who had tasted Megan nodded, "Yeah, maybe. She seemed like the adventurous type."
Megan, meanwhile, had arrived at her dorm just in time for the mandatory floor meeting. She quickly tucked a stray hair behind her ear and pushed her way through the crowd of freshmen, her cheeks still flushed from her alleyway escapade.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first floor meeting of the semester," a stern-looking RA began, clapping her hands together.
Megan slid into an empty seat next to a girl with dark hair and glasses. The girl looked up and smiled at Megan, "Hi, I'm Lucy."
Megan grinned back, "Megan. Nice to meet you."
The RA droned on about campus policies and emergency exits, but Megan was more interested in her new neighbor. She leaned in slightly, her eyes flicking down to Lucy's chest. "So, do you have a boyfriend back home?"
Lucy blushed, "No, not really.
I've been too focused on school and stuff."
Megan raised an eyebrow, "School's important, sure, but so is having a little fun. Right?" She leaned in a little closer, her voice dropping to a low purr. "Ever had a one-night stand, Lucy?"
Lucy's eyes widened in shock, and she shook her head. "No, I... I don't think that's really me," she stammered.
Megan chuckled, "Well, there's a first time for everything, right?
Besides, college is all about new experiences." She winked at Lucy, who looked a bit uncomfortable but intrigued.
" Trust me, Lucy, you're missing out on some fun. But hey, to each their own, right?"
The RA finally wrapped up her speech, and the crowd started to disperse. Megan turned to Lucy and flashed her a smile. "So, want to hang out in my room for a bit? I could use some help unpacking, and you can tell me more about yourself."
Lucy hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sure, that sounds nice."
Megan led the way to her dorm room, pushing the door open and gesturing for Lucy to enter.
"Welcome to my humble abode," she said, tossing her bag onto the bed. "Sorry about the mess, still trying to figure out where everything goes."
Lucy stepped inside, her eyes scanning the posters and the beach sunset photograph on the wall. "Nice room," she said, her voice soft. "I like the beach picture."
Megan grinned. "Thanks. It's from my last spring break. I went to Cancun with some friends." She dropped onto her bed, patting the space next to her. "Come on, tell me more about you.
What's your major? Any hobbies? What's your favorite color?" Megan asked, propping herself up on one elbow as she looked at Lucy.
Lucy sat down on the bed, her eyes flicking to the ceiling as she thought. "Um, well, I'm majoring in biology. I want to be a doctor someday. And, uh, I like to read. A lot. And my favorite color is green, I guess."
Megan's eyes lit up. "Biology, huh? That's cool. I bet you're one of those smart kids who actually understands science stuff.
I was always more of a 'let's just pass the class' kind of student," Megan said, chuckling.
Lucy smiled softly, "Yeah, I guess I am. I've always been fascinated by how things work, especially the human body."
Megan's eyes sparkled with mischief, "Well, if you ever need someone to help you with... practical experience, just let me know." She winked, causing Lucy to blush again.
Lucy shyly laughed, "I'll keep that in mind."
Megan sat up, crossing her legs and leaning towards Lucy.
"So, how's your first day of college been so far? Met anyone interesting?"
Lucy looked down at her hands, giggling slightly. "Not really. I've mostly just been trying to find my classes and not get lost."
Megan rolled her eyes playfully. "Boring. Come on, Lucy, live a little. College is the time to explore new things, meet new people." She nudged Lucy gently with her elbow. "And hey, maybe even make some new friends."
Lucy's blush deepened, but she looked up and smiled at Megan. "Maybe. I'm just a little nervous, that's all.
It's a lot to take in, you know?" Lucy admitted, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.
Megan nodded understandingly, "Yeah, I get that. First day jitters are real. But hey, you've got me now. I'll make sure you don't get too lost in the freshman shuffle." She offered Lucy a friendly smile, hoping to put her at ease.
Lucy smiled back, "Thanks, Megan. That's nice of you to say."
Megan leaned back on her hands, looking up at the ceiling as she thought. "You know, I have an idea. Why don't we make a deal? I'll help you navigate college, show you the ropes, and in return, you'll help me with my science homework. What do you say?"
Lucy looked surprised but intrigued. "You'd do that for me?"
Megan shrugged. "Why not? I think we could make a good team. Plus, it'll give us a reason to hang out, right?"
Lucy bit her lip, considering the offer. "Okay, deal.
But only if you promise to actually put in some effort with your homework," Lucy said, a playful smirk on her face.
Megan laughed, "Scout's honor. But hey, no pressure, right? We're just here to have fun and learn some stuff along the way."
Lucy nodded, her shoulders relaxing as she settled into the bed. "Yeah, that sounds good."
Megan then said “right we’re friends now so lets take a picture for my instagram and ill add you
."
Lucy giggled, "Okay, sure."
Lucy was wearing a a t-shirt that showed she had big boobes also but not as big as megans and black leggings and megan was wearing a tight low cut top a short skirt and no bra megans tits wobbled as she moved megan pulled her phone out from her backpack and held it out. "Say cheese!"
Megan said, snapping a selfie with Lucy. They both smiled, their shoulders touching as they leaned in for the picture. Megan quickly uploaded it to her Instagram, tagging Lucy and adding a caption that read, "New roomie alert! 🌟 @lucythebiologist is the brains to my... well, you know. 😜 Who's ready to crush freshman year? #CollegeLife #NewFriends #RoomieLove."
Lucy blushed again, looking down at her phone as notifications started pouring in.
"Wow, you have a lot of followers," she remarked, scrolling through Megan's feed.
Megan grinned, "Yeah, I've been doing this for a while now. Instagram is like my second home." She scrolled through her own feed, showing Lucy pictures of her partying, traveling, and of course, plenty of her outgoing and flirtatious personality.
Lucy watched, her eyes wide with a mix of fascination and disbelief. "You're like a completely different person online," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
what do you mean , Lucy?" Megan asked, tilting her head.
"Well, it's just... you're so out there, so confident. I mean, you are confident in real life too, but online, you're like... a superstar," Lucy explained, still staring at Megan's phone.
Megan laughed, "Yeah, I guess I am. I mean, Instagram is all about putting your best foot forward, right? Showing off the highlights and all that."
Lucy nodded, looking up at Megan. "But don't you ever worry about what people will think? Or...
“Lucy therr just photos of me and my friends doing things nothing to worry about ” Megan said closing her phone and putting it away.
“But how do you know who to trust online? What if someone tries to make fake accounts of you?
Lucy asked, her brow furrowing with concern.
Megan waved a hand dismissively. "Nah, it's not like I'm posting anything scandalous.
If people want to make fake accounts, let 'em. It's just what they do for attention. Besides, I've got my real-life friends to help me out if anything goes wrong," Megan replied, a carefree smile on her face. "Now, enough about my online life. I want to hear more about you, Lucy. Like, what's your favorite book? And why biology? You've gotta have a cool story there."
Lucy visibly relaxed, her concern replaced with curiosity. "Well, my favorite book is probably 'Middlesex' by Jeffrey Eugenides. It's just so... unique, you know?
The way it explores gender and identity, it's just so fascinating," Lucy said, her eyes lighting up as she talked about the book.
Megan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Wow, that's heavy stuff. I never would've pegged you for the deep literary type, Lucy."
Lucy blushed again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, well, not everyone sees me as just a bookworm. But I really do love to read, especially books that make me think."
Megan nodded, her interest piqued. "Okay, now I'm curious.
the girls talked for hours until it was tome for bed they talked about everything the boys they hate exes and their families. Lucy opened up about her parents expecting her to be a doctor and the pressure it put on her.
Megan, in turn, shared stories about her wild summer flings and the time she accidentally got drunk and skinny-dipped in a hotel pool.
As the night wore on, Lucy found herself laughing more genuinely than she had in a long time.
Megan had a way of making people feel at ease, of drawing them out of their shells.
Finally, as the clock ticked past midnight, Megan yawned dramatically.
"Alright, I'm done.
Time for bed.
Megan stretched languidly, arching her back and yawning widely. "Wow, I didn't realize how late it was. I'm beat." She swung her legs off the bed and stood up, her skirt riding up slightly to reveal a hint of her bare thighs. She glanced at Lucy, who was still sitting on the bed, her eyes still sparkling with laughter. "You should get some sleep too, Luce. Big day tomorrow."
Lucy nodded, but her gaze lingered on Megan's bare legs. "Yeah, you're right," she said, her voice slightly breathless. "It's just...
it's nice having someone to talk to, you know? Someone who makes me feel normal," Lucy admitted, her voice softening.
Megan flashed her a warm smile, "Aww, Luce, you're normal. You're just... you. And that's fucking amazing." She paused, then added with a playful grin, "Plus, we're roomies now. We're stuck with each other, like it or not. So, might as well get to know each other, right?"
Lucy laughed, standing up from the bed. "Right. Well, goodnight, Megan. Thanks for, well, everything."
"Anytime, Luce.
Sleep tight," Megan said, walking over to her closet and pulling out a comfortable-looking tank top and a pair of cotton shorts. She quickly changed into them, her curves on full display as she moved.
Lucy turned to face the wall, trying to hide her blush. "Night, Megan."
As Megan climbed into bed, she heard Lucy rustling in her own bed. "Hey, Lucy?" Megan asked, propping herself up on her pillow.
"Yeah?" Lucy replied, her voice muffled by her pillow.
"You know, if you ever wanna talk about anything, I'm here to listen.
Even if it's just girl stuff, or if you need advice on guys, or whatever. I've got your back, Luce," Megan said, her voice softening.
Lucy hesitated before turning to face Megan, her eyes reflecting the dim light from the dorm room. "Thanks, Megan. That means a lot. I... I don't have a lot of close friends, you know? My last roommate wasn't really into talking much."
Megan nodded, her expression genuine. "Well, I am. And I think we're gonna be great friends, Luce.
Trust me on this," Megan said, flashing her a warm smile before turning off the bedside lamp, casting the room into darkness.
In the quiet of the dorm room, Megan could hear Lucy's soft breathing as she drifted off to sleep. Megan herself was wide awake, her mind racing with thoughts of their conversation and the chemistry she'd felt between them. She couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement, a thrill that came from the potential she saw in their newfound friendship.
Megan rolled onto her side, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. She could make out the faint outline of Lucy's sleeping form in the other bed.
megan woke up and lucy had already left megan looked at the time it was 10:30 am and she had a class at 11
megan quickly took a shower and got ready she wore a tight white top that showed off her cleavage and skirt
that was tight around her ass and hips she wore no underwear.
megan went to class and it was an english class her teacher was a old man around 50
s with grey beard and glasses.
"Alright class settle down today we will be discussing the works of shakespeare " the teacher said “ but first i have a nee seating plan” The teacher handed out a seating chart
Megan saw she was at the front right infront of the professor’s desk on her own, megan asked “ why am i alone”
the teacher looked at her and said “ because your last name is first alphabetically”
megan leaned back and arched her back to show off her cleavage to the teacher under her top
“oh i see but it’s fine i guess”
The teacher blushed and looked away from her. “Good.
Let's get started.”
Megan rolled her eyes and sat up, crossing her legs and leaning back in her chair. She was bored already, but she knew she had to pay attention. Somehow, she always managed to find a way to make things interesting, even if it was just a class on Shakespeare.
Megan uncrossed her legs and recrossed them the other way, making sure her skirt rode up just enough to give a tantalizing glimpse of her inner thigh. The teacher, unsurprisingly, was having trouble focusing on his lesson plan.
"So, today we're going to discuss 'Romeo and Juliet,'" he began, his voice a little shaky. He looked up at the board, but his gaze kept drifting back to Megan. "Who can tell me the basic plot of the play?"
Megan raised her hand, smirking.
"I can, professor. It's about two star-crossed lovers who can't be together because of their feuding families. They end up killing themselves rather than live without each other." She leaned forward, her tits practically spilling out of her top. "Pretty depressing, huh?"
The teacher nodded, his eyes darting away from her cleavage. "Yes, well, it's a tragedy, but it also teaches us about the dangers of impulsive decisions and the importance of communication."
Megan rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Fate and all that shit.
The professor said “swearing
isn’t allowed in this class” megan replied “ professor my apologies, but as a first-year student, I must say your lesson on Shakespeare seems quite dull. Perhaps a more... interactive approach would keep us engaged?”
the professor said “see me after class plesse ”
megan smirked and leaned back in her chair, uncrossing her legs and recrossing them the other way, her skirt riding up even higher. The teacher struggled to maintain his composure, his eyes flicking nervously between Megan and his lesson notes.
The class eventually ended, and Megan sauntered up to the professor's desk, her hips swaying provocatively. "So, you wanted to see me, professor?" she asked, a playful smirk on her lips.
The professor looked up, his face flushed. "Yes, Ms. Porter. I want to discuss your... behavior during class.
It's inappropriate and disruptive." The professor's voice was stern, but Megan could see the desire smoldering in his eyes. She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a low purr. "I'm sorry, Professor... what was your name again?"
The professor hesitated, his eyes darting to the closed door before meeting hers. "T-Thomas. Professor Thomas."
Megan smiled, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Professor Thomas, I think you're overreacting. I was just trying to liven things up. After all, Shakespeare's plays are full of sex and violence.
Isn't that what makes them so exciting?"
Professor Thomas swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "Ms. Porter, I... I don't think that's an appropriate comparison."
Megan chuckled, stepping back and circling around his desk. "Oh, come on, Professor. You're the one teaching us about forbidden love and passion. Don't tell me you don't find it arousing."
Professor Thomas's eyes followed her as she moved, his voice coming out in a croak.
I think you should go." You’re already it difficult for me to focus on my work, and I can't have that. Do you understand?" Professor Thomas tried to maintain his composure, but Megan could see the bulge in his pants growing.
What do you mean professor. He said “the way you dress ms porter is very distracting and it’s hard to focus on my work with you around.
“Oh, professor,” Megan cooed, leaning against his desk and crossing her legs at the ankles. “You shouldn’t be so uptight. A little distraction never hurt anyone.” She ran her fingers along the edge of the desk, her eyes never leaving his. “Besides, isn’t part of college about experimenting and pushing boundaries? You’re the one teaching us about ‘forbidden love’ and all that jazz.”
Professor Thomas adjusted his glasses, his breath coming out in short, ragged bursts.
"Ms. Porter, I—I can't have this. I'm your teacher, and you're my student. This... this is inappropriate." He looked away, as if trying to compose himself.
Megan smirked, pushing off the desk and walking towards him. "Inappropriate? Maybe. But tell me, Professor, when was the last time you did something truly inappropriate? Something that made you feel alive, made you feel like you were breaking the rules?" She stopped in front of him, so close she could see the flecks of grey in his beard. She grabbed his hand , guiding it between her legs. "Feel that, Professor. Tell me you don't feel alive right now."
Professor Thomas's breath hitched, his hand trembling as it pressed against her pussy through her skirt. "M-Ms. Porter, I can't... we can't..." he stammered, but his hand remained, his fingers digging into her flesh.
Megan reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled his face down to hers. Her lips brushed against his ear, her voice a hot whisper. "Just one little taste, Professor. Im not wearing any panties ." Megan whispered, her breath hot on his ear. She could feel his cock throbbing against his pants, desperate to be set free.
Professor Thomas hesitated for a moment, but Megan's grip on his hair tightened, urging him on. Slowly, he slipped his finger under her skirt, his touch rough and tentative as he found her slick folds. Megan let out a soft moan, her hips pressing against his hand.
"Fuck, you're wet," he muttered, his voice heavy with desire.
“get on my desk now” Megan ordered she walked towards the desk and bent over it, her ass in the air.
The professor's hands trembled as he lifted her skirt, exposing her bare, glistening pussy. He groaned, his cock aching in his pants. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, his erection springing free. He grabbed a condom from his desk drawer, tearing it open with shaking hands and rolling it down his length.
Megan looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes filled with lust. "Hurry up, Professor. I don't have all day."
Professor Thomas stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest. He gripped her hips and thrust into her, filling her completely. Megan let out a loud moan, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the desk.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Professor Thomas groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he reached around to cup her breasts through her shirt.
He squeezed them, his thumbs rubbing against her hard nipples, eliciting another moan from Megan. "God, you're so fucking hot," he murmured into her ear, his voice thick with desire.
Megan arched her back, pushing her ass against him as he continued to thrust into her. "Harder," she demanded, her voice a throaty growl. "Fuck me harder, Professor."
Professor Thomas obliged, his hips slapping against her ass as he picked up the pace. Megan could feel the desk shaking with each powerful thrust, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the otherwise silent room.
The professor's breaths came in ragged gasps, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she knew she'd have bruises later. She loved it. She craved the pain, the proof that she was being used, taken, fuck, by this older man who was supposed to be in control.
"Fuck, you're such a dirty little slut, aren't you?" the professor groaned, his voice laced with both disgust and lust. "Letting me fuck you like this, in my goddamn classroom."
"Yes," Megan hissed, looking back over her shoulder, her eyes locked onto his.
the professor led down on his desk askkng megan to ride him “Get up here and ride me like the little fucking whore you are," he growled, his voice thick with desire and contempt.
Megan smiled wickedly, loving every second of the humiliation he was heaping upon her. She climbed onto the desk, straddling him and lowering herself onto his thick cock. She let out a satisfied moan, feeling him fill her completely.
"Fuck yes, Professor," she purred, her hands gripping his shoulders as she began to move, riding him with steady, deliberate thrusts.
The professor's eyes were glued to her breasts, bouncing with each movement.
"Fuck, look at those tits," he groaned, his hands reaching up to squeeze and pinch her nipples through her shirt.
Megan threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she sped up her pace, grinding against him with each thrust. "Fuck, they're sensitive, aren't they?" she said, her voice breathy and eager.
The professor nodded, his eyes never leaving her chest. "You're a fucking tease, aren't you?
Showing off those tits all day, driving me fucking crazy," the professor grunted, his hands gripping Megan's hips tighter as she ground down on him.
Megan threw her head back, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I love driving you crazy, Professor. I love knowing how much you want me." She leaned forward, her hands bracing herself on his chest as she began to move faster, her pussy clenching around his thick cock. "You like that, don't you? Knowing that I'm the one making you lose control."
The professor's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and desire.
megan had one last trick before he cum. Megan took the condom off against the professor wishes and told him ” I want to feel you raw”
the professor said no amd tired to get megan off him but megan’s grip was to tight
Megan smiling and said “oh come on professor your a grown man you can handle a little risk cant you”
the professor looked at her confused but his cock was not gonna listen to his brain anymore
he nodded and said “ok but not too long i wont cum in you” “okay professor, but no promises” megan whispered
megan continued riding the professor , her pussy dripping with her juices and his precum, the sensation of his raw cock filling her was indescribable. She could feel every vein, every ridge as he slid in and out of her, the friction driving her wild.
“Fuck, Professor, your cock feels so good inside me,” Megan moaned, her head thrown back, her hair cascading down her back. She began to move faster, her hips slamming down onto his, taking him deeper and deeper with each thrust.
She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his cock, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
"Fuck, Professor, I'm gonna come," she panted, her nails digging into his chest. "You gonna let me come on that fucking dick?"
The professor's eyes were wild, his body tense and ready to explode. He nodded, his breath coming in short, harsh bursts. "Come on, you fucking slut. Come all over my cock."
Megan's body convulsed as her orgasm washed over her.
Her pussy clamped down hard on his cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from it. She threw her head back, a cry of pure ecstasy ripping from her throat.
The professor's grip on her hips tightened as he felt her come, his own body close to the edge. He growled, "Fuck, Megan, you're so goddamn tight. You feel so fucking good."
Megan's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto his. She licked her lips, her voice a husky whisper. "Cum with me, Professor. Fill me up with your hot load.
the professor threw megan off him and cum in her mouth pulled out his cock shooting his load all over her face her eyes closed as she swallowed every last drop.
Megan opened her eyes, a wicked smile spreading across her face as she licked her lips, cleaning off the last remnants of his cum. "Goddamn, that was fucking hot, Professor," she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction.
Professor Thomas looked at her, a mix of horror and arousal playing across his face. "What have I done?" he whispered, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Megan stood up from the desk, her body glistening with sweat and his cum. “ think ive passed your class now professor .”
The professor looked at her, his eyes wide with shock and desire. “Megan... we can’t... this can’t happen again.”
Megan smirked, knowing full well that he would be back for more.
“its fine professor ive got my A* for the year dont you agree ?” Megan said as she grabbed her skirt and pulled it back up
Professor Thomas looked away, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "Yes, yes, you've... you've certainly proven your point."
Megan winked at him and began to walk towards the door, her hips swaying provocatively. "See you in class, Professor. Don't forget to wash up before the next class." She blew him a kiss over her shoulder and sauntered out of the room, leaving Professor Thomas to clean up the mess she'd left behind.
As Megan stepped out of the building, she was greeted by the warm afternoon sun. She took a deep breath, the scent of freshly cut grass filling her nostrils. She looked around, a content smile playing on her lips. This was college life at its finest.
Back in her dorm room, Megan found Lucy sitting at her desk, engrossed in a book. Megan closed the door behind her and leaned against it, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
"Hey, Lucy," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Lucy looked up in panic , her eyes darting to the to the bathroom, lucy had a guy over and they had sex “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in class!” Lucy stammered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Megan chuckled, pushing off the door and sauntering over to Lucy's bed. "Well, well, well, looks like someone's been busy while I was away," she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she glanced at the closed bathroom door. "Who's the lucky guy?"
Lucy's eyes widened in shock, her face turning even redder. "It's not what it looks like," she insisted, her voice barely above a whisper.