Running into Trouble

His thumb rubbed circles against her sensitive clit, starting her whole build up again. He stopped, and she kicked out her legs in protest.

He dragged himself out from underneath her.

"You're being noisy," he gently scolded her, "and I'm being nice, am I not?"

She nodded frantically. "Yes, professor."

"So what is the problem?"

"Please, professor," she gasped, her stomach knotting in anticipation. "I want you to fuck me. Please, I'm begging you."

"Very well," he sighed, another great favour he was doing her. "Let's end this aching cunt of yours."

He moved behind her, intending to take her doggy style. He hauled her ass up towards his waiting cock, and teasingly pushed it between her thighs, rubbing it along her folds.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like another suck first?" he enquired, reaching forwards and taking her dangling tits in his eager palms.

"Just fuck me!" she growled.

"Very well," he shrugged, and he yanked fiercely on her rock hard nipples as he rammed his long, hard cock deep into her swollen pussy.

"Argh!I" she cried out, arching to meet him. She gritted her teeth as he kneaded her breasts, sending delicious stings to her groin. She felt his heavy paunch slap down against her ass with each thrust, and she'd never been more turned on.

"You like that, huh?" he grunted, shoving his whole length into her with each thrust.

"Yes, professor!" she cried out; accepting him, enjoying him, relishing his huge cock stretching her young pussy and filling her completely. She felt his swinging balls slapping against her over-sensitive clit, and wished her hands were free so she could touch him. She was desperate to touch him, to feel him, to pleasure him.

Her hands fisted the damp woodland floor, the pain of the tree truck against her soft skin was unnoticed as he continued his own assault from all angles.

"Is this a good fucking, Miss Lacey?" he grunted.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Yes, professor!"

"Good! Then cum for me, Miss Lacey!" he demanded. "Cum for me!"

She did exactly as she was told. Unable to take his carnal pounding any longer, she let go, her muscles clenching around his cock as her orgasm took over her. She bucked her sweet little ass against him.

"Professor!" she cried out, in strangled delight. "Professor! Professor!"

"That's right, Miss Lacey!" he gritted his teeth as he pounded forcefully into her one last time, and stopped, unleashing his precious cum and filling her grateful pussy.

He held her up long after he'd finished, never wanting to withdraw from her. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get this opportunity to feel inside her sweet, warm, glorious pussy ever again, but something told him he just might.

She groaned as he eventually slowly withdrew from her, with a pop. She slumped helplessly against the tree trunk now that he wasn't supporting her.

He pulled on his boxers, then his trousers, then his shirt, taking his time so that he got to watch her, kneeled over on the woodland floor and spent, his cum seeping out of her swollen, red pussy, and dripping down those splendid legs. He untied his tie, rubbing the marks away from her wrists.

"Consider yourself punished," he told her sternly.

"Yes, Professor," she murmured, exhausted, feeling gloriously satisfied.

She got uncomfortably to her feet and pulled on her tiny shorts and top as he watched her.

"Now, have you learned your lesson?" he enquired. "In next week's run, you are going to stay on course and complete the run with everyone else, aren't you?"

She nodded. "Yes, Professor," she replied, with a bite of her lip.

But they both knew she was lying. If this was his punishment, she'd be sure to run off course next time, too, and he'd be waiting. Maybe stewarding the cross country runs wasn't turning out to be quite so bad, after all.