TEEN BITCH

I was on my way home from my boyfriend. It was pretty late. The subway was to be closed in an hour. I’d drunk a lot of beer so it felt so warm and nice inside my body. But there was still one thing that was very annoying. I hadn’t had sex for two weeks!!! I remembered Mr. Morgan Huson. He was a professor from another department. Yeah, a fresh more and a professor, sounds good! “I want him, I want him, I want him,” I said to myself.

When it was my station and I was about to get off the train, I saw him! YES! I got back in the train. First I wanted to call his name. But I forgot it. So I came up close to him.

-Hello! – I said.

You should have seen his face! I bet he was really happy to see me. He started apologizing for not calling me lately, saying he was extremely busy those days, bla-bla-bla. I didn’t give a shit! I knew what I wanted.

We got off the train and went to a café. I must confess I don’t remember much about our conversation, I was totally absorbed in my dreams about the upcoming fun. We went out of the café. He suggested taking a walk. We were walking along an empty street, when suddenly he pressed me tight to his body, kissing. I was hugging him too. “You’re a fucking asshole! You’re 30, and I’m 18. And you are married, fucking jerk!” I suddenly thought. My hands never stopped caressing his body. Morgan raised my skirt and his fingers entered my pussy. Though I was really hot, I wasn’t really willing to have sex in the backstreet. It was dark around, but anyway… But he wasn’t listening to me, his skillful hands were making me breathe heavier. He pulled off my stockings and my panties. His fingers were ramming me, his tongue was fondling me too (his tongue was something incredible! I remember our first sex in one of the rooms in college, I was enchanted by his caress that time!)

I was unable to resist the temptation. He unzipped the fly, his dick was driving me crazy! I stared jerking it. Then I started sucking it, but it didn’t last long, as Morgan raised me up and impaled me on his shaft. I wasn’t fucking him fast, it was real bliss to feel his huge stem inside. I was accelerating the tempo, squeezing my vagina muscles. He was moaning, his moaning turned into loud groaning sometimes.

-Bitch. What are you doing to me? You’re just 18! Bitch!

I can’t say I was pleased to hear such “compliments”, but they were turning me on! The funny thing was that I wasn’t doing anything special. He had very few women? I didn’t buy it, no way! I felt him cum. It made me laugh…