To the couch

"Lay down on the couch. We'll be more comfortable there," you say, pointing toward the couch. Sarah stands and walks over to it, swaying her hips. You follow, tearing the condom open with your teeth. She lays down, and you roll the condom on your swollen member and lay on top of her, your legs splitting her legs apart. You fit your cock into the groove of her sex and suck one of her nipples into your mouth. Sarah moans with pleasure, and you start thrusting through her wet lips. She shudders as the tip of your prick rubs her clit. As you suck, you also flick your tongue on the tip of her nipple. She soon grinds her groin up into your manhood and groans like a bitch in heat.

“Oh, Mr. Doe, er, I mean, John. That feels so good. Jesus!” she exclaims, her breathing rather labored.

You switch tits and use your hands on the nipple you just left, pinching it and twisting it hard. You keep a good rhythm going, still just fucking the outside of her cunt. Sucking hard, you bite the very tip of her nipple with your teeth. She shrieks and arches her back hard into you. In three seconds, her shrieks stop, only to be replaced by repetitious guttural growls, and her body shakes in violent convulsions of her orgasm.

You let go of her breast and use the freed-up hand to adjust your cock and its protection without pausing in your sucking and biting of her other tit. Now at her entrance, you thrust hard into her body in mid-climax, shredding her hymen with your penetration. Now her growls turn to screams, but you can tell they were screams of ecstasy, not pain. Her pussy is very tight, but so well-lubricated that resistance is nil. You pound her cunt as she continues to come.

With the previous outside stimulation, you don’t last very long inside of her before roaring out your own orgasm, your manhood blasting sperm into the waiting latex. You keep stroking in and out of her once-virgin pussy until both of your climaxes ended. You both just lay there, catching your breath.

“Oh, John. I never knew it could be like that. It felt like your, er, cock was touching all my skin.”

Your stiffness subsides, and your prick slips out of her. You have her sit up to look at it: the condom has a small amount of blood on it. “That blood shows that you are now a woman. You aren’t a virgin any more,” you say to her in a reassuring tone. You remove the rubber and discard it in the trash.

She reclines on the couch again, and you settle in next to her. You don’t want to rush her out of the office, her psyche fragile after her deflowering. You just hold her and caress her face and hair. She snuggles into your chest peacefully. You both just enjoy your post-orgasmic bliss.

In about ten minutes, she gets up and starts getting dressed again. You retrieve your clothes and put them on.

“So, you really like my breasts so big?” she asks nervously.

“Yes, they are beautiful. You will get lots of attention from the boys because of them.”

“Thank you, Mr. Doe. And thank you for taking my cherry. It was wonderful!” she says, turning toward the door beaming.

“Now, not a word to anyone, not even your best girlfriend,” you caution as she pauses at the door, her hand on the lock.

She turns and smiles, saying, “Not a word,” and then blows you a kiss. She opens the door and leaves.

Once she is gone, you remove the condom from the trash and put it in a small plastic bag you keep in your desk. You tie the bag and put it in your briefcase. No sense in leaving evidence. Then you go to your desk, sitting at the large wooden thing. You pull out a red marker from your drawer and lean down to look at the wood next to your right leg. There are two small, black circles drawn on the side of the desk. Next to them, you draw a red circle. Your first virgin in this office.

You glance up at the clock and hurry to get your papers and briefcase. You have another class to teach.