My Class, Disrupted

As I lay in Trent's bed, feeling his skin on mine, the feeling of content and happiness spread through my limbs. Turning over, I lay him on his back next to me. I looked into his eyes, felt a little ache in my heart. I felt so close to this boy after just a few weeks of meeting him in his apartment. We barely ever spoke, and per my rules, he never contacted me outside our little meetings, but he felt like a huge part of my life.

I put my hand on his chest, ran my fingers through his chest hair as I leaned in to kiss him. Our lips met, softly, the type of passionate kiss you get after great sex, with no urgency, just calm. My left hand reached back to feel my ass hole. "Wow, That's so wide" I thought to myself. How long before it got back to normal? I ran my fingers around it, getting aroused again. I looked back at Trent, his handsome face, high cheekbones, dimples in his cheeks. I wanted to do something nice for him. And then I broke my rule.

"Take me home Trent."

"But Ela-... I mean Professor, we have some more time before you need to be home."

"I said, take me home."

"Won't your husband be suspicious though?"

"I don't talk about him here with you Trent."

"Yes professor."

He got up and I watched him pull on his underwear and dark jeans. I loved watching him tuck his cock into his pants. It brought the taste of cum to my mouth... I licked my lips as I pulled on my panties, fastened my bra, and pulled on my tight dark blue jeans. I watched him pull on his black T-shirt as I buttoned up my oversized plaid buttoned down shirt, leaving a button open, like I knew Trent liked.

"I'll bring the car around" Trent said, and I smiled at him, and touched him as he passed by, staring down my shirt. After Trent left I took my usual tour of his apartment. I looked through his dusty bookcase, his medicine cabinet, and his underwear drawer. I saw he had a couple of my panties in there and smiled. Then it was time to go downstairs.

I got into Trent's car behind his building and lay my head on his lap. I looked up at him. "Thank you for that Trent, it felt amazing." He smiled down at me and shifted the car into gear.

"I really wanted to thank you..." I said, running my hand up his inner thigh.

"It was really really nice for me..." I found his cock with my fingertips and started feeling around it.

"For me..." Trent cleared his throat "too".

"So, I wanted to do something nice for you" I replied, opening his pants with my fingers, now leaning over his lap, looking down.

"Elana...?" I felt the car turn on to Main Street.

"Shhhh, just enjoy honey."

The familiar shape of Trent's cock in this new setting sent shivers down my spine. His long white rod, curving slightly at the tip. I kissed it and slowly put my head back in his lap, facing the top of Trent's cock. I pulled it towards my face with my right hand and kissed it again. A long, wet kiss. I felt Trent's hold on the steering wheel get jerkier.

I lifted my head up again and held Trent's cock in my hand. A little drop of precum was visible, so I took it on my tongue. I waited for a second drop and swallowed that one too. As my lips enveloped the head of Trent's cock, I felt the car come to a sudden stop, thrusting us back and forth. Must be the traffic light on Davis and Market. I sucked on Trent's head and felt his muscles contract.

"Excuse me" I heard a muffled man's voice from outside the car. Trent took a deep breath.

"Excuse me!" The voice returned, louder, as my tongue ran circles around the tip of Trent's dick.

The sound of windows rolling down, a slight breeze, a loud slurp from my mouth and the smell of precum all filled the car.

"How do I get to city hall?" said the voice, as I sucked harder.

"Ummm..." Trent's voice shook "it's... ummmm..."

"Are you not from here?" said the voice. I sucked in as hard as I could, going up and down Trent's thick shaft.

"No, it's ummmm... second right, then just past the third intersection."

A quick "Thank you" snuck in through the closing window, and Trent drove off. I was in rhythm now, going up and down, Trent's cock between my lips as we rode down towards the college. "Ohhhh fuuuuuck" Trent moaned, barely keeping his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road. My throat full of cock, going up and down, and all around as Trent swerved through traffic, gagging noises in his ears. I felt the car screech to a halt at what must have been the stop sign, turning right into the campus, and Trent's hands on the back of my head and neck. "Oh my fucking god Elana..." two cars behind us honked and Trent sped onwards.

Trent let out a groan and a loud breath as he drove around the campus, waving at what might have been fellow students or faculty, racing towards the back of the kitchens. I felt his cock straining in my mouth, as he stopped the car and pulled the emergency brake. His large hand grabbed a handful of my ass and he let out a loud moan. I felt the hot fluids rushing like a river down my throat, and back into my mouth, filling it with a taste of cum, dripping out back onto his cock that I kept sucking and sucking until it went limp.

I snuck my hand under his T-shirt and used it to wipe myself off. I smiled up at his shocked face and licked my lips. I picked up Trent's limp cock and gave it a kiss before I tucked it back into his pants. It was a bit of a squeeze, but I got it in.

"Wow..." Trent finally managed.

"Was it all you hoped for baby?"

"Oh my god! fuck..."

"I'll take that as a yes" I straightened my shirt and got out of the car.

"Thank you, professor," Trent said, still with a dazed look on his face. I blew him a kiss and walked away, still rubbing my smarting ass hole.

On Tuesday morning I came into work, still in the afterglow of my evening with Trent. Living my fantasy of having him cum in my ass was just as satisfying as giving him his dream blow job in the car. All night I thought of more exciting things we could do together in his filthy college-boy bedroom.

Or so I thought. I opened my box and found there a paper handed in for my Russian novel class. I felt my heart skip a beat as I read the name Trent Barkley at the top. I flicked through it. I had asked them to write an analysis of Nikolai Stavrogin's power over women in Dostoevsky's Demons. The writing was pretty awful. If I taught Trent anything it wasn't going to show up here, although I felt myself getting warmer as pictures from his bedroom in the afternoon light flooded into my brain.

But then, at the back of the paper was a little stapled note:

Thanks' professor!

X T.B

And a little penis drawing at the bottom.

I felt myself flush as I looked around wildly to make sure no one saw this. I felt the bottom drop out from under me. How could Trent be this stupid? How could I have been so stupid to trust him? I had to get out, as clean and as soon as possible. This had gone too far, and it was time to reel it all the way back in.

As usual I didn't speak to Trent at all during the week, but now, instead of day dreaming about how I would let him ravage me next Monday evening, I would write furious speeches in my head, explaining how stupid he was and how he ruined everything.

In the end though, there was only one way to go about it without drawing attention to myself. I came to my next class in my sexiest outfit. I wanted him to hurt, as he watched me in my tight black dress and long wavy black hair over one shoulder. I wanted him to get hard and know I was never going to step foot in his apartment again.

At the start of the class I gave my usual speech about writing and how I expect better of students who want to study great works of literature. Then, I started giving out the graded papers, ending with a special one for Trent. His paper read, in big red letters; F- never again. And his note was torn up into pieces.

I enjoyed that class. I spoke of the irresistible powers of Stavrogin in the most sexual terms I felt I could get away with, all the time watching Trent's eyes follow me around the room, big and begging. I let it all out in that class. My frustration, my fear, my anger, my disappointment. At the end of the class I was tired, but satisfied, as if I just took Trent's whole dick under his sheets. As I gathered my things, I again heard Trent's sneakers walking up to my desk once the class was empty. "I'm sorry" he said and walked away without me even looking up.

The next Monday his seat was empty. When I asked at the office, they said he dropped my class after failing on the writing assignment. They didn't seem surprised; it probably wasn't the first class he dropped halfway through. I said I was glad, that he was a poor fit, and that I hoped he found a better path. But that week I could barely look at my notes for the next lecture.

I found myself thinking more than ever about Trent's apartment. About what we had done there and what else I wish we could have done. I couldn't accept that it was over, but it was. I couldn't trust him anymore, he was a horny little boy, and he probably bragged about me to his friends. I was lucky I ended it when I did. Of course, that didn't help me regain interest in any of my classes, or the research I was doing or even in my husband.

About a week and a half later I was lying in bed. My husband put the girls to sleep and was going down on me. I made little moaning sounds, but my thoughts were elsewhere. My husband's hands were squeezing my thighs, he was licking my clit, and I was staring at the ceiling.

"You like that baby?" He said in his sexy voice.

"Mmm yes, that's so good" I answered in the best orgasm voice I could muster.

Suddenly I folded my knees onto the bed. My husband looked at me surprised.

"Are you finished?" he asked.

"I... ummm... I need to go, I'll be back late" I said quickly, and slipped into a loose burgundy dress with nothing underneath.

"Is everything ok?" my husband seemed alarmed at my sudden change of behavior.

"Oh, ummm, yes honey, I just remembered that Sofie's having a birthday party, and I promised I'd go" I span wildly.

"Oh, well, Ok. Have fun!" He looked confused and a little disappointed, but I was beyond giving a fuck. I jumped into my car and sped across town. It was nearing ten o'clock and I had to hope I'd get what I was looking for, because I fucking needed it.

I parked in front of Trent's building and said hi to the doorman. "I'm visiting Trent Barkley." He smiled to himself and nodded, pointing me towards the elevator. I rode up to Trent's floor and walked over to his front door, in my dress and my flip-flops. "Please god be home and alone" I prayed and knocked.

I knocked again, hearing footsteps in the apartment, and a third time before Trent opened the door in his shorts and a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Professor?"

"Hello Trent."

"I, ummm... come in?"

I stepped into Trent's familiar apartment, suddenly different in the night lights. I looked at him. He looked back at me, not sure if I were there to shout at him or to fuck him. Suddenly his phone buzzed. He looked down, and then back at me.

"I'm meeting someone now." He said.

"Show me."

He gave me his phone, and I saw a chat with a girl I recognized from around campus. The last three messages read: "Are you coming over here?", then Trent's response was a picture of his cock, and she responded with a picture of two fingers over her panties. I dialed her number.

"Hey baby" I watched Trent's eyes widen in fear.

"Hey."

"Who's this?"

"Trent won't be coming over tonight."

"Why's that?"

"Because he's busy fucking me honey". A silence, and then I hung up.

I tossed the phone aside and walked up to Trent. "Fuck me right here right now Trent." He nodded. I jumped onto him, and we kissed. Our lips devouring each other, tounges sparring wildly, moaning and kissing sounds escaping us. The taste of Trent's mouth mixed with his aftershave and toothpaste in my head. My eyes closed I felt him reach under my dress to find nothing whatsoever.

He put me down and dropped his shorts, letting his cock spring free and bounce up and down in front of me. I tossed off my dress and pulled Trent back by his cock. Every time he stepped towards me, I took a step back until I felt the giant windows cold touch on my ass cheeks and back. He leaned over me, grabbing my tummy in his big hands. I took his other hand in mine and guided him down to my thighs, my juices flowing down them from my pussy.

"Do you feel that?" I whispered, "All fucking week I've been like this."

"mmhm" Trent replied, rubbing my pussy with his strong soft fingers.

I guided his fingers back to his cock and rubbed my juices all over it. I raised my leg and looked Trent in the eyes "Fuck me now." And he did. I felt his cock impale me, shove me against the window, fill me up as I moaned into his chest. Every thrust brought a new pain and a new pleasure to my body. The cold hard glass at my back contrasting with the hot breaths and the warm skin in my front.

I felt Trent's cock thrust into me again and again. Faster and faster as my insides became more and more stimulated by his touch. The tip of his cock going in all the way, pushing against my cervix, and stretching it to the left. "Ohhhh, ohhh ohhhh" I moaned, "I need you Trent, I need you inside me so bad, fuck me hard Trent baby". I felt him pick up speed, our bodies familiar with each other's rhythms. "Fuuuck" He groans as he neared his climax, "Fill me with cum" I answered, lava bubbling inside me.

As we neared our orgasms, His thrusts went deeper and deeper. And my moans got louder and higher pitched. Lights from the street bellow flashed over our heads, I heard horns honking, and wished some driver happened to be looking up at my ass hitting the window again and again and again. My long nails dug into Trent's shoulders as I felt his cock pulsate and spray my vagina full of cum. I wailed and moaned so loud I was sure the doorman got hard. Trent dropped me after we both climaxed. We fell to the floor, breathing heavily.

That night I slept on the floor, on Trent's naked body. At 4 a.m. I woke up and rode Trent in his sleep until I came a second time that night. I walked over to Trent's bedroom and took one of my panties from his drawer. I put them on and looked up to see Trent yawning in the doorway. "Coffee?" he asked, in a way that made me smile... my domestic little lover.

"I'm going to go home to shower, try to explain this to my husband."

"You can shower here."

"Next time" I said, walking over to the front door. I opened a little drawer at the entrance, took out a spare key to Trent's apartment and slipped it into my panties. "I'll see you soon" I said as I dropped my dress over me, put on my flip flops and left Trent's apartment.

To be continued...