M4F – All Grown Up, part two (link to part one in the post)

(Part one is [here](https://ud.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dnllx/mf_all_grown_up/) so, you know… Read that first)

After my hot, wet, sticky encounter with Marisol’s enthusiastic little lips, I knew this couldn’t go any further. It could ruin my career and, frankly, I was still sure that this couldn’t be healthy for Marisol. I drafted her an email. I won’t copy and paste all of it here, but this is the relevant stuff:

“Dear Marisol,

It was great to see you the other day. In more ways than one, obviously. Unfortunately, we really, really, really shouldn’t do that again.

You’re a smart kid, and I know you understand what could happen to my career if–you know–anyone found out about it. But also, and maybe more importantly… Marisol, you’re in college. College is a time to grow up, to explore, to have fun, to meet kids your own age–I’m afraid that if you get too hung up on me, you’ll miss out on the best that college can offer you socially.

I hope you understand, and I hope you know that I’m always here for you–both for the next four years, and beyond.

Sincerely,
Professor [REDACTED]”

I didn’t get a response from her. In fact, I heard nothing for several months. Initially, I was concerned–what if she had gone to the administration out of a desire for revenge? But, no–except for occasionally catching glimpses of her on campus, I saw nothing of her. It was as if it had all been a dream.

That is, until December. It was finals period, and, you know–that’s when your professors actually relax a bit. With no classes and just the prospect of reading and grading sixty odd papers (not the worst thing–grading is something we all do while watching TV, working out, what have you–your compositions usually don’t require a whole hell of a lot of thought to process), I was eager to savor the end of the semester and catch up on my own work.

It was as I was leaving my department late one evening that I saw her: sitting in the lobby, legs crossed, wearing a long, puffy coat to insulate her petite body from the cold.

“Marisol?”

“Hey,” she said, looking up at me. Tears in her eyes. “Can we talk?”

“Of course. Do you want to go to my office?”

“No. Can we go somewhere else?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe your apartment? Is that weird?”

“Yes, Marisol. It’s weird.”

She scowled. “I just want to get off campus. I feel like I’m suffocating here. Please.”

I hesitated, but she looked about to cry all over again, so I gave in.

“Sure. I’m parked just outside.”

~

If I had known Marisol would be inviting herself over, I would have cleaned up my apartment. I have a small one-bedroom in the well-preserved New England small town where the university is located, living over a boozhy wine shop. It’s expensive and the apartment itself isn’t great, but I like the location and there was a free parking spot included, so how could I saw no?

“God, you really do live in squalor!” Marisol exclaimed as the lights in my place flickered on. An empty pizza box sat on my kitchen table, surrounded by books, papers, journals, Chinese take out containers.

Before I could say anything, she had started gathering up the trash.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I do. Why don’t you make me a drink?”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“You always can’t cum in my mouth, but you’ve already done that.”

She had a point. I mixed us up two quick Old Fashioneds and by the time I turned back around, she had my kitchen looking somewhat respectable.

“So, do you want to tell me what this is all about?” I asked finally as we sat down to our cocktails.

“I did what you said. I made friends. I went to parties.” She stood, taking off her coat. “I even gained the Freshman 15. Look!”

She pulled up her shirt, showing me her soft, smooth brown belly–it didn’t look like anything out of the ordinary. She was still pretty petite, in my estimation.

“I used to have abs! I played volleyball in high school and I had abs!”

“You look fine, Marisol.”

“I know I look fine. But I want my abs back,” she said, sitting down and pouting.

“So, you’re having what sounds like a pretty normal first semester of college. What’s wrong?”

“I’m getting shitty grades and my boyfriend cheated on me.”

I sighed.

“Listen, Marisol…”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a little kid.” She narrowed her eyes at me as she slurped down her drink.

“Well, what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to make me forget about all this bullshit for a night.”

I was speechless, but fortunately, Marisol had more to say.

“You already know that I can make you feel good. And I… I’ve gotten a lot of experience since I saw you last.”

I felt my cock harden. She smiled. She could tell I was interested.

“Yeah,” she said, leaning forward, letting me get a peak at her tiny breasts from down her shirt. “I don’t want to say I went slutty but… Oh, what the hell. I went slutty. That’s what you told me to do, wasn’t it?”

She was buzzed, but I couldn’t have stopped her even if I had wanted to.

“I fucked ever boy in my dorm in the week after I sucked you off. Sometimes two or three in a night. I went to parties and took off my shirt, took of my bra–made out with girls, even fucked some girls while the boys watched. I discovered I love the taste of pussy. I think mine tastes weird, but whatever. And then I met Kurt and I wanted to change for him. But he cheats on me after like… two weeks. Like, Jesus Christ? Two weeks?”

“You’re… going to have other relationships, Marisol. Remember that.”

“Oh, I know. But it still hurts. And I just don’t know why you won’t let me be a slut for you tonight.”

I couldn’t give her a good reason. Before I knew it–I was thinking with my cock.

I stood and circled the table. Marisol placed her hands on my crotch, let them slide up to my belt.

“I loved sucking you off before. I would have been your little whore if you wanted me to be,” she whispered as she undid my belt.

I ran a hand up over her neck, to her cheek.

“You can’t tell anyone about this, Marisol.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

She slid my cock out of my pants and gave it a big, wet kiss right on the tip. She let her tongue run over the tip, teasing my hole as I grunt.

“God, if only I could have been sucking your cock this whole time…” she murmured hungrily as her lips worked over my dick, before finally taking me in her mouth. I slid my hand into her hair, gripping the back of her head hard and guiding her face on my cock as she impaled her throat.

And god, she had gotten good. Now, she deep throated like a champ, without any build up–I could only imagine how many frat boys had had her eager little head in their laps, gorging her lips on their cocks…

I couldn’t last. In moments, I was cumming, stream after stream of hot seed filling her mouth. She swallowed every bit, gracefully, with no obvious discomfort, and then stuck out her tongue.

“See? All gone.”

“That was incredible.”

“I told you. Lots of experience. Are you going to show me your bedroom?”

I took her by the hand and led her to my room which, fortunately, was tidier than the other rooms in my apartment, so it didn’t immediately cause a furor.

“I can’t believe we’re finally going to do this…” she said dreamily.

I shut her up with a kiss, tasting my salty cum still in her lips as I forced her shirt up over her shoulders. She eagerly discarded the garment, kissing me happily as she undid her bra.

“My tits are pretty small,” she commented. “But they’ve gotten bigger since I put on weight.”

“They’re beautiful,” I whispered huskily in her ear. “Absolutely fucking intoxicating…”

I kissed down her neck and she sighed.

“I’ve never had a guy call me ‘intoxicating’…” she whimpered as my lips made their way over her hot breasts, her burning skin, her hard brown nipples. She thrust her chest forward proudly, her cucpcake sized breasts crushed into my lips.

I slid a hand down over her smooth belly to her jeans. My hand easily slid inside and I found her hot, wet slit. She squealed as I touched her.

“Oh, god… Yes…”

My finger worked over her wetness, over her hairless muff.

“Take your pants off,” I growled.

“Yes, professor,” Marisol replied, her hands trembling as she disrobed. Now, she was just in a tight little thong–bright pink.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs.”

She bit her lip.

“I like when you tell me what to do.”

She sat on my bed and laid back, spreading her legs. The scent of her pussy hit my nose, reeking of sex and desire as I knelt between her beautiful, dusky brown thighs. Leaning in, I kissed and nibbled my way up her thighs. She gasped, trembling as I got closer and closer to the juncture between her thighs.

“Oh, Christ…” she whimpered as I pressed my lips into her slit from behind the fabric of her thong. “Please…”

Finally, I slid her thong to the side, revealing her brown pussy lips, her cleanly waxed muff, and the peak of pink from inside…

Dipping my tongue in, I savored her–this girl that I had known as a child and whose body was still child-like in many ways–in her petiteness, in the way she had waxed herself clean down here… But this was the taste of a woman in my mouth.

“Oh, god, this is even better than I thought it would be,” Marisol gasped, digging her fingers into my scalp and leaning forward. “Don’t stop.”

I simply lapped at her hole, slurping away at her wetness, my tongue reaching up to her clit. She trembled when finally, I began to circle her nub with the tip of my tongue…

Now, I lavished attention on her clit, even sliding a finger inside of her tight, sopping wet hole. That way, I felt it when she began to cum moments later, her muscles gripping my finger like a vice.

Marisol was in a stupor when I stood up, giving me an opportunity to discard the rest of my clothes and climb on top of her.

“God, yes, fuck me,” she whispered as I pressed the tip of my cock against her wetness, her tiny legs throwing themselves around my waist to spread her tightness wide. She writhed and arched her back as I slid my throbbing shaft into her body, feeling her grip me tight.

“I never would have thought we’d be doing this…” I whispered in her ear, biting it as I began to move in her, beginning to thrust, beginning to fuck her.

“You mean, you weren’t planning on fucking me back when I was eleven?” Marisol moaned, digging her nails into my skin. “You’re thinking of me when I was eleven, aren’t you? Pedo.”

She grunted, bucking her hips against mine.

“That’s fine. I don’t care. Pretend I’m a kid again. Do whatever you want to me. Just break me,” she begged as I began to fuck her faster and faster, my cock hungry and yearning to plough her, yearning to sow my seed in her tight little wet hole.

Finally, I came, filling her up. She writhed beneath me, moaning in delight.

“God, finally…” she whimpered. “Was that so hard?”

“Oh, shut up,” I grunted, pulling out of her and pressing her lips to my sloppy cock. She eagerly took it into her mouth, getting me hard again before setting herself up on the bed on her hands and knees.

I spread her petite-though-juicy little butt, admiring her tight little asshole and, of course, her leaking cunt. I took hold of a handful of her hair (Marisol moaned loudly at this) as I plunged my cock into her pussy once more. I pounded her soft, tiny ass hard, pressing her face into the bed or, alternatively, gripping her hair hard and pulling her back up.

“Fuck…” she cried over and over again as I made her body my toy. Finally, I came again and she sighed, collapsing.

“That’s exactly how I needed to be fucked…” she said with a happy sigh.

And then, after a pause–

“Do you have a tooth brush? I’m going to stay here tonight.”

“Oh, you are?”

“Uhuh.”

“Under the sink in the bathroom.”

Squeezing her legs shut to keep the cum from sliding out, Marisol dashed off to the bathroom.

“Squalor!” she cried out from the bathroom. “It’s disgusting in here! Boys are so gross!”

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