Kelly

"Girl, you need to be strong. Maybe he's just not ready... or he's scared of hurting you."

Mia's voice was soft in the dark, her hand rubbing slow circles on my back as I cried into my pillow.

I let out a bitter laugh. "What kind of man turns down a wet pussy when it's literally in his grip?"

Mia snorted, then burst out laughing. "Right? Unless... you think he's gay?"

We both collapsed into helpless giggles, the kind that only come when your heart is breaking and you're trying not to scream.

"Seriously, Kelly," she said, wiping her eyes, "you're overthinking this. You have no idea how many guys on this campus want you."

"You mean Jake?" I asked, remembering the way he'd looked at me the last time we met.

"Mmm... yeah." Mia purred the word like she was tasting it.

"I turned him down," I said, flipping my hair back.

"You what?" Mia sat up, eyes wide. "Kelly, Jake is the hottest guy in your class-and he's loaded. What the hell?"

"Yeah... so?" I shrugged.

"Jesus, bitch. If I had a body like yours, I would've rode that dude a long time ago. Anything over that cock-teasing professor of yours."

"Prof Will's dick is actually huge," I muttered. "Thick and..."

"Eww, stop!" Mia cut me off, covering her ears. "I do not need those visuals."

My phone lit up on the nightstand. Jake's name flashed across the screen.

Speak of the devil, I answered.

"Yo, shawty."

"What do you want, Jake?"

"There's a party at my place tonight. Come drown your sorrows with me."

I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"Sure," I purred. "Get dressed, Mia. We're going out."

Jake's house pulsed with heavy bass. Red cups littered every surface, bodies grinding against each other in the dim light. I slammed back two tequila shots, letting the burn settle in my chest. My dress was already riding scandalously high on my thighs.

Jake found me on the dance floor, pressing up behind me with a grin. His hands gripped my hips as he ground against my ass, his hard cock unmistakable through his jeans.

I moaned softly, rolling my body against him, but my mind screamed one name: *Will*.

He pulled me into a dark corner, mouth crashing onto mine-rough, eager, nothing like the controlled fire I craved. His hands squeezed my breasts, fingers clumsy as they slipped into my panties.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned against my lips.

"I'm yours tonight," I whispered, tipsy and aching.

"Finally," Jake breathed, kissing down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. "My room's upstairs."

"Lead the way."

His bedroom smelled like musk, cheap cologne, and stale beer. Posters covered the walls, empty cans scattered in the corner. He pushed me onto the mattress and stripped my dress off in seconds. I stood there naked, breasts bouncing, thong yanked to the side as his hands slid between my thighs.

"You're soaked already."

*Not for you.*

Jake's scent surrounded me, but it was Will's face that burned behind my eyes-his rejection playing on repeat. *Not like that, Kelly. I can't be your first.*

Jake's cock pressed against my entrance. His cock average, nothing like the thick monster I'd felt through Will's pants. He fumbled with a condom, then pushed in with one impatient thrust.

I gasped as the sharp burn tore through me. Virginity gone. Just like that.

"You're a virgin?" His eyes widened.

"Not anymore," I whispered.

He groaned and started pounding, hips slamming into mine, the bedframe banging against the wall. His cock stretched me, hitting deep with every thrust, balls slapping wetly against my ass.

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, sweat dripping onto my breasts as he pinned my wrists above my head.

Pleasure built fast despite everything. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back. "Harder," I demanded, nails raking down his shoulders. "Make me scream."

Jake obliged, fucking me relentlessly, one hand dropping to rub circles over my clit. Orgasm hit me like lightning... walls clenching, body arching as I cried out. He followed right after, groaning loudly as he spilled into the condom.

We lay tangled and panting. "Best pussy I've ever had," he mumbled, kissing my neck sloppily.

I forced a giggle, but guilt twisted in my gut. Will would hate this.

Later, I texted Will: *Tutoring tomorrow? I learned my lesson.*

No reply.

But I knew he'd seen the photos Jake posted of me laughing, drunk, and marked. *The campus party slut.*

The next morning, the campus buzzed with students rushing to class. I spotted Professor Wilson first leaning against a tree, coffee in hand, eyes locked on me like twin lasers.

Heat flooded my cheeks. He knew.

Jake's arm slung possessively around my shoulders as we walked past. "Hey, Prof! Kelly's my girl now. Tutoring really paid off, huh?" Jake smirked, completely oblivious.

Will's jaw tightened. His gaze dropped to the fresh hickey blooming on my neck... Jake's mark.

"Careful, Jake," he said, voice dangerously low. "Some lessons bite back."

His eyes burned with raw possession. My pussy clenched hard under my skirt, thighs growing slick. He turned away sharply, fists clenched at his sides.

*WILL*

Kelly's laugh rang across the grass bright, but fake. She sat with that meathead Jake, his arm draped possessively over her shoulder, hand sliding down to squeeze her thigh.

My cock twitched at the memory of her taste. *Idiot,* I cursed myself, nearly crushing the coffee cup in my grip.

I'd pushed her away to protect her. But seeing her marked by him? Rage burned hot in my chest.

By afternoon lecture, the air crackled with tension. She sat in the front row, legs crossed tightly, blouse dipping low enough to tease. My eyes kept drifting to her parted lips, and the soft swell of her cleavage.

"Friction generates heat," I said, voice rougher than intended, the chalk snapping in my fingers. *Our* friction.

After class, she lingered, packing slowly. When the last student left, I rounded the desk and loomed over her.

"Jake? Really?" Jealousy bled into every word as I braced my hands on either side of her, caging her in.

"He's good," she purred, breath catching as my thigh nudged between hers. "Makes me come hard."

My blood boiled.

"Meet me in my office. Four o'clock. We need to discuss your grade... and the tutoring sessions you've missed. Twice."

My office door opened at exactly 4:00 p.m. Jake hovered outside like a guard dog. "Make it quick," he snapped before the door clicked shut behind her.

Kelly leaned against my desk, tits straining against her blouse. "I missed your hands," she whispered, biting her lip.

"You reek of him," I growled, stepping closer.

She arched into me, nipples hard under the thin fabric. "Jealous? Then fuck me. Claim what's yours."

"I don't like sharing, and he's marked you already."

She leaned forward, pushing her breasts closer. "Then punish me, Professor."

"Watch it, Kelly."

But my cock was already rock-hard, tenting my pants. She uncrossed her legs, sliding her foot up my calf. Her hands nudged my inner thigh, then pressed firmly against my bulge.

I groaned, grabbing her them and yanking her against my throbbing cock. "Bad girl."

She rubbed me slowly while our eyes locked.

Tension snapped.

I gripped her chin hard, thumb brushing her lower lip, and shoved her panties aside. Two fingers plunged deep into her dripping cunt. She gasped, grinding desperately against my hand as I finger-fucked her against the desk, swallowing her moans with a brutal kiss.

Her pussy gripped me like wet silk-hot, greedy, perfect. Jake's laugh filtered through the door. I yanked my fingers out, her whine desperate and furious.

"Go back to him," I rasped, stepping away even as it tore me apart.

She glared, lips swollen, skirt rumpled. "Fuck you."

The door slammed behind her.

Alone, I punched the desk, regret choking me. She was destroying me.

Kelly

The 200 seats auditorium was half-full today, Prof Will paced the stage, laser pointer dancing slides: "Romantic lit demands surrender- raw, unfiltered passion." Voice smooth baritone, but his eyes locked mine every sweep. I sat at the front row, I shifted deliberately, skirt too short, thighs bare, panties silk-thong rubbing clit with each cross-leg.

Coursemates focused on him, oblivious of the weird vibe, Will's gaze lingered: pupils dilating on my parted lips, his throat swallowing when I "dropped" pen, bending slowly...thighs parting slightly, lace peeking.

He stuttered mid-sentence..."Jane Eyre's... fire," clearing throat, slacks tenting subtle. My cheeks flushed; nipples hardened, poking my blouse, Jake's marks throb under fabric.*

My phone buzzed on my thigh. Discreetly, I slid it out, thumb-flying texting my roomie Mia under desk:

*Me: Prof's eye-fucking me HARD. Lecture = porn foreplay. Gonna make him snap."

*Mia: LOL slut! Still virgin-hunt? Thought Jake popped it?*

*Me: He did. Rough. But Will? I'm obsessed. I'll have him between my thighs TONIGHT. Do all it takes, tease him till he drags me offstage, rips my skirt, and fucks me raw on podium. Begging "Prof owns this pussy.*

*Mia: Streak me pics or You've been lying. Send cock vid!*

Will paused the slide, "Kelly, what's your thoughts on Bronte's tension?" Voice edged husky, crowd turned. I met stares, licked my lips slowly, I replied. "Tension builds unbearable, Prof. Until surrender explodes." My thighs clenched, wetness soaking my panties. The whole class snickered; he flushed neck-red, adjusting his pants.

I sat, typed:

*Me: See? He's HARD. Post-class = done. Fingers, tongue, cock, every inch that's what is left.*

His lecture didn't go smoothly as usual, slides blurring as his eyes traced my cleavage, breathing shallow. "Precisely. The... release." The pointer shook slightly as I uncrossed legs deliberately, flashing garter. I watched satisfied as he gasped, audible.

The whole class began to notice his uneasiness, my phone vibrated.

*Mia: GO GET DADDY PROF. Film creampie!*

"Class's over." Prof Will's voice rang across the hall.

Students began packing, I pocketed my phone, pussy throbbing. *All it takes. Tonight, Prof Will between my thighs, claiming what's his.*

The lecture hall emptied slowly, students shuffling out in groups, backpacks slung, whispers fading. Prof Will lingered at the podium, stacking notes with deliberate calm, but his eyes burned into me. My panties were damp from his "accidental" thigh-brush during Q&A.

"Kelly, stay back after class. We need to discuss your... progress," he'd murmured, voice husky over mics.

The door clicked shut. I stood slowly, my heart racing as I approached him, heels clicking loudly on the tile. "Prof? Is it about my grade?"

He straightened, towering me. Eyes raked my body: blouse unbuttoned low, nipples peaked against silk. "Progress? You've been teasing me since day one. Turning tutoring excuses into lap dances." He stepped close, heat radiating. His fingers traced my jaw. "Is it because of last time?"

I exhaled heavy, Jake's cock fresh in mind, but Will's proximity ignited. "Do you want to make up for it, Prof?"

He growled, gripped my wrist, pulling me against his body, erection grinding my belly, hard as steel. "Let's go to my office, now."

My pulse thundered so loud as we slipped into the empty hallway, fluorescents buzzing overhead, distant voices echoing. His palm pressed low on my back, guiding me forcefully as we walked towards his office.

"Move faster, slut," he whispered hot against ear, breath fanning neck. "Is your pussy dripping yet?"

"Y-yes," I whimpered. I paused to adjust my skirt, his hips pressed into mine from behind, cock nudging my ass through the fabric.

"Feel that? I've been hard at the lecture, imagining bending you over the podium."

We arrived at his office, a plaque gleamed "Prof. Wilson." Over his door frame. He struggled with his keys, unlocked the door and shoved it open. He dragged me inside, the door barely shut before Will pinned me against the desk, his lips crashing against mine, hungry.

His hands froze on my thighs, eyes narrowing as the skirt went up, revealing fresh bruises obvious from Jake's grip last night.

"What the fuck is this?" he snarled, thumb pressing a purple mark, voice thunder-low.

I gasped, heat flooding my cheeks. "Will-it's nothing-"

"Bullshit." He yanked my skirt higher, exposing lace panties soaked but marked, hickeys trailing my inner thigh. His fingers hooked the fabric, shoving it aside; his gaze dropped to my swollen pussy lips, still tender from Jake's pounding.

"You're not a virgin anymore. "Jake" did this? Fucked you?"

Fury twisted his face... jaw clenched, veins bulging neck. He moved back, began pacing like a caged wolf, his bulge still there despite the rage. "I knew it. Little slut played me. You walked in here weeks ago, batting lashes, spreading your legs, 'Prof, teach me everything.' And now? Some boy pops "your" cherry?"

Tears burned, but my fire matched his.

"Yes! Jake fucked me... hard, raw, and claimed what you wouldn't. Thought it would erase the thought of you, Will. First day in this office, your eyes devoured me, hands brushed mine... I ached for it between my thighs. But you preached restraint. So I gave it to him to 'get you off my mind.' Turns out I failed woefully. Every thrust, I saw 'you'."

He stopped, breath ragged, his fingers curled into a fist. "Goddamn it, Kelly. " Voice cracked raw. "I've missed you since that door shut. Every time I denied I wanted you, every lonely night. I jerked off to your scent on my chair, imagining splitting you open. You're poison in my veins. Sure I'm furious. Yeah... Jake had what's *mine.* I'm not holding back anymore.."

I sighed, relieved and stepped closer, fingers tracing his chest. "Now I'm confessing, I crave you everyday. Jake's cock filled me, but your ghost owned it. Did I think of you while he fucked me? 'Yes' Pinned under him, legs spread, his dick slamming deep, while I moaned 'Will' in my head. Came hardest picturing your hands choking me, your cum flooding me."

His growl vibrated air; eyes blazed possessively. "Filthy confession. Thought some college boy's pounding erased me. Prove it." He grabbed my wrist, yanked me to the desk. "Strip. Show me that ruined pussy... then beg prof to reclaim it."

I was so horny I undid my outfit in a flash. "Please-fuck me, Will!"

His fingers plunged deep into my dripping pussy, two thick ones curling ruthless against my G-spot.

"Like that, Will!" He kept finger-fucking me till orgasm washed over me, my pussy gushing hot juices over his knuckles. He pulled out slowly, licked them clean with a growl, eyes filled with lust. "It tastes like heaven."

He spun me, bent me over the desk... papers flying, stapler clattering to the floor. His jeans went down; his cock sprang free, it was a massive, veined beast throbbing, pre-cum glistening the fat head.

"Look at this monster," he rasped, stroking it base-to-tip. "Beg for it, you cock-teasing slut. Beg prof to ruin that tight hole."

"Please, Will, fuck me raw," I whined, ass arched high, pussy clenching air, juices trailing down thighs. "Stretch me, own me... make me scream."

He chuckled, teasing the swollen head along my slit, tapping it on my clit, nudging my entrance. "Greedy little girl. Feel how wet you are for daddy's dick?" He shoved in, one inch-burning stretch, my walls fluttering. I gasped sharp. "More, please!"

He thrust in fully, brutal, burying balls-deep, splitting me wide. Pain sparked into electric pleasure; I screamed, my nails scraping the wood, pussy clamping his dick like a vice.

"Fuck, you're as tight as hell," he grunted, holding still, letting me adjust to his size. "Breathe, baby. I'm gonna wreck this cunt. No time for foreplay."

Then he moved finally, pounding like a beast unleashed, hips snapping fast, balls slapping my clit with wet smacks. The desk shook, my tits bounced free from the blouse, nipples erect and sensitive. "Take it all, my cock owns this pussy now," he snarled, one hand fisting my ponytail, yanking my head back to arch me. "Say it Kelly... whose slut are you?"

"Yours. I'm Will's dirty little slut!" I sobbed, pushing back greedily, walls rippling with every movement. The first orgasm hit me like lightning, gushing flood soaking his shaft, my thighs quaking. "Cumming Will, fuck harder!"

"Greedy bitch," he laughed filthy, spanking my ass. The thrusts turned punishing. Fingers snaked in front, pinching my clit, rubbing furious circles on it.

The second wave of pleasure built fast; I babbled nonsense. "Oh Will, you're gonna milk me dry? Here it comes."

He slammed in deeper, angle hitting the spot, sending sparks, and dirty talk pouring: "Pussy sucking like it never wants my cock out. Bet Jake's pencil dick never filled you like this."

"No... only you! Ruin me! Professor Wilson." The third orgasm exploded, I shuddered, squirting juices splattering his desk, vision whiting, screams echoing.

He roared primal, slamming final thrusts, then he pulled, hot ropes of cum painting my ass, and back, dripping down my thighs. "You're Marked, mine forever."

He collapsed on me, panting wrecks, his lips trailing my spine soft. "No more Jake," he murmured, possessive hand cupping my breast. "You're *mine* now."

I smiled, wickedly in the afterglow, pussy throbbing. Finally, I was his.