An Excellent Learner – 3

I loomed over her now with a look of absolute rage on my face, muscles swollen, fingers digging into her ass—the rage of orgasm, the helpless gush of seed. Nova Was hysterical, squeezing me, twisting her hips, trying to pull it out of me. I rose up on my toes as I felt it start, trying to cram the last inch of dick into her as the thunder shot from the soles of my feet and blasted from my balls and the come blew out of my dick with the force of a fire hose.

“Fuck!” I cried, “Fuck, Baby! Take it! Take my hotness!”

I leaned back, hips out, fingers clawed into her ass, holding her against me like some come-receptacle as my ass flexed and body twitched in powerful contractions, sending my semen shooting in hard, heavy gouts deep into her quivering belly, one after another, each one accompanied by a burst of mind-shattering ecstasy. I could picture the hot white seed splattering into her soft pink insides and dripping from her tissues, coating her with my thick ejaculate, and the image just bought fresh bursts of come boiling up from my balls.

I came so hard my legs started to tremble, and then my arms, and my belly—all of me, wracked by a post orgasmic weakness like I’d rarely known. The girl had sucked it all out of me, had made me come like a hydrant. With trembling hands I untied the ropes that held her wrists to her ankles and her legs flopped over the desk.

“Can you move?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she replied. “I don’t think so.”

I laughed. I moved to the side of the desk and grabbed her waist and pulled her up till she was lying on the desk. It was big enough that I was able to climb up there with her and put my arms around her. She seemed uneasy.

“You don’t have to,” she said.

“Don’t have to do what?”

“Hold me.”

I looked at her. “What if I want to?”

She made a face and shrugged. “Most other guys don’t.”

“You’ve done this before?”

“Not like this. Not so… elaborate. But I told you, there’s something wrong with me. I like it too much. Men don’t like girls like me, so I seem to have a lot of one-night stands. They always think they have to hold me afterwards, but it’s okay if you don’t.”

I stared at her now as she lay there. I’d left bruises on her tits and the rope was still on her wrists. She was full of my semen and more of it was even now leaking out between her legs and drying on her thighs.

“It’s a fucked-up world,” I said, “Filled with fucked-up people. But I don’t think you’re one of them. I think these other guys were. I want to hold you because I want to hold you, not because I feel sorry for you. We have an agreement, remember? This is only the start.”

Nova Looked at me and brought her hands up over her breasts, as if to protect herself. Her eyes in the dark were luminous. “You’re serious?” she asked.

“Yes. Dead serious.”

I slid my arm under her head and pulled her to me and she rolled part way so that she was pressed against my side. I kissed her shoulder and caressed her hair and she put her leg over mine.

“It feels good, being held,” she said.

“It feels good holding you.”

Outside the office and the dull, plain community college building the parking lot ran down to a patch of grass, then a copse of trees separated the campus from the highway that led to the dreary grid of suburban streets and fast food places, most of them eerily empty at this hour. I had promised her connection and intimacy, and instead had delivered sexual pleasure, with ropes and violation and overt perversity.

There’d be time to find out if they were the same.