In Part 1, Riley, a first year University student, lost her virginity to her new lecturer.
Riley spent the next few days on Cloud 9. Losing her virginity had been everything and more that she could have hoped for. She had to keep reminding herself that he was married, and that only a couple days previously she had seen him fucking someone else, but she couldn't help feeling that they had made a true emotional connection. She just hoped, when she caught herself slipping into soppy romantic thoughts, that she wasn't being the "silly little girl" that he had once called her. He was so much older and more worldly than her, and so clever - what could he really see in her? But then again, the way that he had kissed her and held her...
She was surprised at some of the pictures that kept popping back into her head about their love making. She remembered how it had felt when he had suddenly jammed his cock so deep that it nearly went down her throat, and held it there until she started to struggle. She remembered how he had slapped her face, and her breast, and was excited by these memories as much as that of him holding her so tight as he came in her.
She realised, with a sense of delicious mischief, that she was much naughtier than she had known, and this was only underlined when she woke from a dream where he had her tied up and was pounding her from behind (like she had seen him fuck Emily).
She made herself cum with her fingers on her clit as she thought about that.
She even checked out her bottom in the mirror, examining her anus like she never had before, noticing its tight pinkness and still felt a bit puzzled as to what he had wanted to do with it. It had felt nice when he'd licked it, although that was nothing compared to when he'd done her pussy. She started playing with herself again as she thought about that.
In his own way, he too had had his equilibrium disturbed by this delicate, sweet and innocent creature. He was devoted to his wife; nothing would get in the way of that, but he had always needed to fuck other girls, and the University (although strictly prohibiting such contact) had always provided easy opportunities to exploit. The other girls, though had always been experienced, and usually promiscuous, and he found himself in uncharted territory with Riley. He found her innocence so alluring; partly because he could see how he could shape her as he wished, but he was only more dimly aware that she was somehow capturing him at a different, more primal level. There was something so precious, so beautiful, about her that he yearned both to possess and love her.
He had also been surprised by her compliance and enthusiasm - could her innocent appearance belie a hidden and as yet undeveloped slut?
All of which meant that the next time they met, the air was charged with expectation; Riley shy, him hungry.
Riley's shyness melted as he welcomed her with a bear hug, followed quickly by a deep kiss; her stretching on tiptoes up to his mouth.
He resolved the problem of their differing heights by picking her up under the ass, as if she was weightless, enabling her to wrap her legs around him and concentrate on the business of kissing.
He peeled her top off, with her bra following rapidly after.
"So, Miss Riley, what's today's lesson plan?" he said, playfully teasing a nipple with his spare hand.
"I can chose?"
"Mmmm, just for today, but don't get used to it."
She thought for a second.
"Can I play with your thing some more?"
"My thing? What the fuck is that?"
She gave a cheeky leer.
"Your penis, your cock, your fucking enormous dick! I wanna suck your big cock and lick your balls!"
"Really? You think you could handle that?" he said, his cock already uncomfortable in his pants.
"Uh huh", she nodded coyly.
He dropped her to the floor, and unzipped, pulling both his cock and balls out through his fly and stroking his cock to full erection. As she moved her face in, he slapped her face with it, then again, then, as she opened her mouth hungrily, he stuffed it in, giving it a couple thrusts before withdrawing and slapping it on her some more.
"Mmmm, you're being mean," she said.
"You still sure you can handle it? What do you need to say?"
He stroked it in front of her eyes as she almost literally drooled with lust for it.
"Please can I suck your dick?"
"Uh, close. What's missing?"
"Please can I suck your dick, Sir?"
"Better," he said, and again penetrated her mouth, and holding the back of her head started face fucking her.
She kept right in there, despite gagging, her eyes filling with tears, and was rewarded with him releasing her head, letting her adore his sopping wet cock at her own pace, licking it from his balls to the head, working the head in her mouth, stroking the shaft in her little hand.
When he couldn't take any more he again jammed his cock as deep as it would go in her mouth, frustrated to see half of it still outside, and tested her, with his hand on her head, to see how long she would take her suffocation before complaining. As her eyes widened and she started punching at his thighs he let her fall back, gasping for breath.
"Too much?"
She shook her head vigorously, still unable to speak. He lifted her face and kissed her gently.
"I so need to teach you to deep throat," he said, and was again rewarded by his favourite look of hers, a puzzled, innocent, trusting willingness.
He finished undressing her, and got himself naked, again stroking himself as he stood over her.
"And your next request is..?"
She looked thoughtful, and then slightly shy.
"I want you to do me like you did Emily."
