English Major

Hunched over the desk, his thin white t-shirt clings
to the lean muscle of his back. His forearms
flex as the long yellow pencil
slides between the spreading
blue lines. Working the worry from
his forehead, his hand flexes and massages
the dark brow. I hate Chaucer, but I’m not
dropping this class. Not with him
sitting to my right.

My test is pushed back to the edge
of my desk. I want to be on the edge of his.
One leg on his shoulder while my other
foot works the button on his faded denim fly.
Feeling his thick cock lined against the worn cloth.
His chocolate brown eyes melting as the buttons
pop with the gentle flick of my fingers.

No bra. The cotton scratches like wool
over the bumpy flesh of my erect nipples.
No panties under my skirt. Not for you.
Just wet radiating heat. Opening wider.
Drawing closer to the edge of the table.
Slip your fingers inside of me. Feel the slick velvet
clutch your knuckles before relaxing to allow the length.

Straining against the base, you slip in
another finger,
then another.
In and out,
over and over,
slamming into me as your thumb grinds
my clit into bone without mercy.

Head jacked back, ripping free my top,
the air hits my breast.
Then, scratchy stubble around the hot lips
snatch the pulsing right tip. The suction
pulls cords releasing a deep pain,
a static crackling over the exposed skin.

Grabbing my head, exquisite pain explodes
from every hair follicle. Thick, massive cock
smacks my face. Trickle of pre-cum stringing out,
connecting me to you. Striking my mouth,
pounding my lips, forcing me to open.
Gagging on the girth, stabbing my throat,
my tonsil grabs for the passing head. My
watering eyes beg for release from this cruel heaven.

Knees bruised from striking the floor. Legs forced apart,
My bare pussy drips. Spread wide for you. Empty
and burning from need of you. Pop. Escaping my mouth,
the cock towers. A trail of black hair
emphasizes the magnitude. I bow lower.
Praying. The veins wrapped like purple vines
stretching up to the dewy tip. I want you.

Lowering my eyes, a shadow passes over me. Pushing
into the tender ring, my virgin sphincter
resisted before the split. Full of you. Stretching beyond
capacity. I beg. Splayed across the tile, the cold
hardness crushes into me. The hood pulls back as my clit
rocks trapped by your weight. My ass impaled by your steel.

Relentless, you plunge into my tight passage.
It feels so hard.
Out of focus.
It’s been so long.
The room begins to spin with ecstasy.
Around and around with each thrust.
Diving into my secret place.
You are my divine. Oh god, you
move like lightening, straining into me, smashing my clit.
Swelling, swelling, then boom. You explode.
Thick white cum batters inside my anus.

Screaming out with pleasure, you slip from me. I could cry
from want. Then, a fist buries into my hollow,
slipping down on to the forearm. My world explodes.
Blackness seals as my lids close. My pussy
convulses and trembles. So far away, I drift.

When I land, he is still there. Staring at his test.
Still clothed with no hint of our passion.
The only evidence, my orgasm gluing me
to the chair. My skirt flared. Shaved pussy
tingling. I sigh that it is over.

He follows me out. Mumbling about my chair leg
must be loose. Loose? Yes, it was rocking. My crotch
throbs to life again. He blushes not making eye contact.
Need a study partner? He is an English major after all.