Making my student squirt (M36/F21)

Hey GWS. Long time lurker from an obvious throwaway. Names changed and details withheld to protect the identities of those involved for obvious reasons, but I couldn't get this particular encounter off my mind.

Kalla e-mailed me after the semester was over. She wanted to go for a drink. We had connected well during seminar — she was engaging and easy to talk with — so I agreed to meet her without any expectations, assuming she wanted advice on the best plan of action after graduation. I was wrong. As soon as she showed up to the bar, wearing a fitted tank top, black skinny jeans, and ankle boots with a sky-high heel that lengthened her already long legs to infinity, her intentions became crystal-clear.

We had more than a few drinks. She asked me where I lived. I replied, smoothly, thank god, that my place was a short walk away, did she want to continue our conversation there? As soon as we got to my doorstep, she had leapt into my arms, tangled her fingers in my hair, and was kissing me with abandon. I had to push her gently away just to find my keys and get us inside, where we continued to make out in the threshold. I slid my hands down her back to grab her generous ass. Her hands were at my fly already, unbuttoning and unzipping my slacks, and her voracious touch had me hard before she even got in there, moving her hand up and down my cock over my underwear.

Grabbing her firmly under her upper thighs to lift her up to my height, her legs wrapped around my back, I walked her into my living room and threw her down on the sofa, kissing down her body until I got to the fly of her jeans. I undid them quickly and pulled them halfway down her legs, unable to resist the magnetism of her pussy. Needless to say, she was not wearing underwear. Her pussy was impossibly smooth, glistening with just a hint of wetness already. The darker strip of skin that surrounded it, when parted, revealed an interior of electric pink. Maybe I should mention here that she was Asian, well-tanned by the Californian sun, where her bikini normally sits clearly delineated on her body by erotic triangles of smooth, cafe-au-lait skin. Her hair was long, dark brown, messy, currently flung back across my sofa. Her breasts. Good god. They were firm handfuls, sitting perfectly on her breathless chest.

I wanted to kneel to worship this vision. I began to lick her slit slowly, working my tongue between the perfect, smooth lips. She moaned and panted wordlessly, one hand gripping my hair. I moved my tongue deeper, licking in upwards movements as I thumbed her clit. I could taste her getting wetter — that incredibly salty-sweetness. I removed my tongue — here, a needy moan — and lapped at her clit. She bucked her hips up, asking for my tongue to enter her again. I slid one finger into her tightness, and then slowly a second, working them in and out as she writhed on my sectional, eyes closed in ecstasy. I was so ready to fuck, my cock straining against my boxer briefs, but I wanted to take her further. With both hands, I spread her pussy lips to expose the hot pink inside, admiring its shining wetness. I flicked my tongue into and out of it, every moment eliciting louder and more desperate moans, and then re-inserted my fingers, curling them upwards as I slowly thrust them into her. My hand was soaked in her wetness. I worked another finger in, twisting my hand in a sort of half-moon movement to work her into even greater wetness. I could feel her tight little pussy clench around my fingers, her body tensing up, her head thrown back as she screamed in orgasmic release. The fabric beneath her was soaked.

"Fuck me," she whispered, her manicured fingers gripping the cushion. So I did, kissing her as I maneuvered my rock-hard cock to the threshold of her pussy lips, rubbing its head against her slick opening. I thrust into her, one hundred per cent, all the way. She gasped. I began to fuck her slowly, pulling nearly all the way out before sinking myself back in to her tightness again, amazed at her unbelievable smoothness and wetness. She raked her fingers across my back, acrobatically curling her legs up towards her and then out, so that they rested against my arms. I leaned down to spread them wider, kissing her again as I picked up the pace, my cock ramming her g-spot to bring her to a second, gushing orgasm. This girl was unreal. My own thighs were soaked by her come, and forget the sectional — it was ruined. I pulled out to flip her over and couldn't help but moan as I re-entered her, her tan-lined ass presented to me as if on a platter. She was grinding it against my dick, moaning like a slut, and I was so turned on I almost came then and there. But I wasn't done yet. I wanted to feel her come once again; it was so fucking hot, I couldn't let her go without experiencing it one more time. I grabbed her hips and pulled her up into me, thrusting deeply into her, and she was whimpering and almost screaming at this point, completely given over to the sensation. Again, I felt her body tense under me like a spring, and she moaned my name as she came again, soaking me with her wetness, driving me over the edge. I pulled out and came thick ropes of cum across her back.

"Holy shit, professor," she giggled, breathlessly. "I think I'm going to need a shower."

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