Foxglove Academy for Girls Pt. 01

The teen slipped a hand down to his waist. A few tugs unfasted both his belt and pants. It was when she slid down his zipper that his hard cock sprung out into her hand. She felt his body shudder. The Professor's manhood was harder than when she'd first felt it nestling between her cheeks. Now when she gripped it and stroked it she could feel his thick length throb against her palm.

A needful growl emanated in his throat. He squeezed her ass harder, causing his student to give a yelp of pain. Shoving her hands away he brought her legs, still clad in socks and shoes up around his hips so her pussy would hover over him. There was no time to object when he held her small waist and guided her down. The thick girth of his cock shoved its way into her wetness, filling her in a way never before.

"Professor!" She shouted almost tearfully. His hands holding her at the back of her thighs eased her down. Her pussy was filled tight by his thickness and just when she didn't think he could fill her anymore he lifted her body upward so the length of him could slip out, keeping his swollen head just barely inside her pink.

"Yes..." He moaned through grit teeth and pushed her hips back down. Devereux filled her hole again, this time more forcefully. "Just like the slut I knew you were."

She choked back a few wild moans building on her tongue. "Please!! I can't take it!"

"Yes you can. You can take every inch of it." Again and again he entered her, each time nearly giving her his entire length until finally she felt the slap of his balls against her when he bucked upward with his hips.

Leona's fingers clutched at his shirt. Looking behind her she could see him now holding her round ass. Each time he brought her down he plunged deep into her. She could hear her growing wetness and the occasional slap of his balls that had slipped out of his pants.

Devereux's breaths grew deep and raspy the more he worked her. "You like being a slut don't you?"

Leona looked up, half lidded, caught in a web of intense pleasure brought about by him filling her so completely. "Yes." The moan became a whine. "Yes, Professor. I love it."

He bounced her harder. "The first day I saw you step into my class... I knew exactly what you needed."

She wanted to cum. The desire ached inside her core. But even now Leona knew that would only happen if he let her.

"Please. Fuck me harder, Professor." Strands of her blond hair stuck to the light sheen of sweat along her chest. Her small undulating breasts were swollen and aroused with those sweet, pink tips brushing against his dress shirt.

He groaned and gave her a light slap on the ass. "You don't deserve to cum. Only good girls get that."

"I'll be good! God! I'll be good!" Her cry echoed off the glass panes of the greenhouse.

Her teacher bucked his pelvis upward, shoving all of himself into her hard enough to bruise, again and again

The climax was a sudden tremor that radiated out from her pusy. Her legs threatened to spasm but he forced her body to obey and continue to fuck him. "I'm coming.." The teen's toes curled. Her fingers dug into his arm. For the first time in her life she felt the sensation all over her body. Even her wet sex gripped him tight. Beneath her moans she could hear him grunting and his own limbs begin to tremble, not wanting to join her just yet.

Submission. The strong willed young woman could feel something akin to it settling into every fiber of her being by the time the afterglow had begun to set in. She'd bared all to him. Every vulnerable part of her he'd taken without merit.

Devereux lifted her smaller body and turned her so she sat with her back against him. Tired, she couldn't even attempt to resist. His strong, thunderous heartbeat thumped against her, vibrating in her chest.

"Can you still feel me in there?" He leaned further back. She could hear the leather chair creak under them.

She nodded. "Mmmhm."

He felt her wetness with his fingers and wiped her nectar gently on the small, puckered asshole under her aching pussy. Leona's pulse quickened.

"I'm not done with you yet." Her teacher's words were whispered against her ear. "I need to fuck this hole too before this lesson is over."

His wet cock gleamed below her, still hard and throbbing. "Please, Professor." Her voice was distant and tired. Two fingers slipped into her ass with little resistance.

"Mmm, I knew it. You've given this ass to a lot of people haven't you?" He pumped them in and out of her. "Don't lie to me, you slut. I don't tolerate liars."

She squirmed, the truth dancing on her tongue. "Yes." Leona mewed.

Without mercy he brought his arms under her knees, baring her ass and spreading her legs. Too worn out to do anything but watch him use her, Leona paid close attention when he slapped his cock against her puckered hole. THen, slowly he slid himself in.

HIs thick girth spread her impossibly wide. The memories of countless flings where she'd allowed so many to see just what she hid under her skirt were nothing at all compared to how much this man managed to fill both her holes.

Biting her lip Leona rolled her head back against his chest. She moaned, knowing full well her body could not handle a second pounding by him.

Professor Devereux pumped himself into her, bucking his up his hips. The rough stubble of his chin scratched at her delicate porcelain cheek. "This ass belongs to me now. Do you understand?"

The pace quickened until his balls began a rhythmic slap against her pussy. Leona was sure the intensity of it all would tear her exhausted body asunder, but that didn't stop the pleasure. "Yes, Professor..." she cried.

"I will fuck it when I want to."

Cautiously the teen reached down to her soaked pussy. Hot juices continued to slip out of her and down to his cock, further lubricating him. Wet slapping and suction overrode her pitiful whines of exhausted ecstasy. Unable to help herself she worked her own clit to his heavy pounding.

"Yes, fuck me, please. I need to cum..." Leona had never begged for anything in her life and now she was sure she would cease to exist without receiving what she so desperately needed from him. She pressed her own sweaty brow against him. "Oh god I need it!"

His solid oak chair creaked loudly while its owner gave his student the hard lesson she needed.

"Do you deserve it?" She felt his tongue taste the sweat on her cheek.

Furiously rubbing her clit she could feel the build up of a climax. It was both so close and yet impossibly far. Hot tears stung her eyes. "Yes! God! Professor I want it!"

Holding her ass he clenched it tight and shoved himself impossibly deep inside her, all the while letting his balls slap at her swollen sex.Then finally he gave her just what she needed. Devereux growled in her ear while Leona felt heat filling her ass. The warmth of his seed sent her to that impossible edge.

"I'm coming again!" She sobbed, flicking those fingers against wet, swollen pussy lips. Leona's body seized and this time she felt herself cum both in her clit and ass. Already tired muscles spasmed. Even that once so willing puckered entrance tightened around the length of him. Attempting to milk every last bit of hot cum from his shaft.

The teacher groaned and gave her a few more pumps, ensuring that she'd taken every last drop. "You've learned your lesson now haven't you?"

It took her what felt like a lifetime to find her voice. "Yes, Professor." Remnants of tears lingered on her cheeks.

Slowly he slipped out of her, satisfied and spent. Her body still trembling, he cupped her wetness in his large hand. Leona could hear him smelling her hair, taking in the scent of her sweat laden body. "Now," He sighed. "Tomorrow is a new day. I want you to think on what you learned tonight."

Leona nodded and for once meant it.

"Good." Treating her more gently than he had before, the professor helped her from his lap and offered support while she stood on weak legs. After the teen put on the remainder of her clothes, the last being her sweater vest. She couldn't help but steal one last glimpse of her teacher behind her. By now he'd already tucked himself back into his dress pants and fastened his belt. Other than his wrinkled clothes, he showed no signs of the hard lesson that had taken place this evening.

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With hall pass in hand she meandered through the winding halls that lead her back to her assigned dorm. Inside, the beds were squared off with six to a room, the same layout applying for each floor designated along the steep staircase. Once she reached her room she stepped into the moonlit darkness and found her bed. Leona didn't hesitate to change and crawl in between the tangle of sheets. Her tired body was ready to rest, or so she thought.

With all the other bunks surrounding her she could hear some of the other girls sleeping and others defying the rules by talking softly in the night. With her head buried into her pillow she couldn't concentrate on sleep or conversation. Instead the only thing weighing on her thoughts was how her teacher's cock had felt buried so impossibly deep inside. Leona was compelled to spread her legs and slip her fingers into herself, desperate to remember her punishment before sleep and dreams took hold. That was a memory she wanted to keep.