The Son of My Teacher Fell Into My Net

I’m going to confess something I hardly ever say out loud: from a very young age, sex was my greatest weakness. I loved provoking men, watching how one would stop paying attention to everything else and focus only on me. I didn’t care if he had a girlfriend or was engaged. If I liked him, I found a way to make him fall head over heels, with a hard dick and his head gone. A lot of women hated me for it, and the truth is it never cost me a night’s sleep.

I was in the second year of my degree when I met Adrián. He was Professor Marta’s son, a strict woman who taught one of the first-semester courses. She detested me, and over time I understood why: I ended up fucking her son until he was drained dry, and a mother like that would never accept her boy falling into the hands of a bitch with my reputation.

Adrián was twenty-eight, a few years older than me. Average height, light eyes, pale skin, straight hair always a little mussed up. He was studying medicine and had that seriousness of people who spend their lives among books. I’d liked him from before, but at first he didn’t even look at me. Every time I saw him cross the hallway, my pulse raced and my pussy got wet without permission, and he had no idea I existed.

Everything changed one day when he came into the classroom to help his mother with the lesson. The second I saw him, I felt that familiar current running through my body. I held his gaze a second too long, smiled at him, and my friend Paola, who was sitting beside me, elbowed me.

—Close your mouth, it’s all showing —she whispered, laughing.

—Shut up, they’ll hear you —I answered—. But damn, look how handsome he is.

My other friends were trying not to laugh.

—She likes them all —Rocío muttered under her breath.

Professor Marta asked Adrián to hand out some handouts. When he got to my desk and gave me mine, I held his eyes. I was wearing a short skirt, and as I crossed my legs I let it ride up a little more than necessary, just enough for the edge of my panties to show. He noticed. He swallowed, smiled crookedly, and his look filled with something that wasn’t accidental. I gave him the same look back, biting my lip.

—Stop throwing yourself at him so much —Rocío murmured, having seen everything.

But it was already too late. From that day on, Adrián was different with me. Every time we crossed paths he greeted me, ran his eyes over me from head to toe, undressed me with his gaze without hiding it. And far from feeling uncomfortable, I found myself getting hotter and hotter for him.

***

Several weeks went by. He kept showing up at the faculty and staring at me like a fool, and I flirted in my own way: the crossed legs, the held gaze, the just-right smile. Our conversations grew longer and longer. While we talked, he kept letting his eyes drop to my cleavage or my legs, and I let him because I loved imagining him naked, with his cock hard because of me.

One afternoon I found him sitting alone in the neighborhood park. I was coming from the street in a tight white dress, square-necked, one of those that outlines every curve. He smiled as soon as he saw me, and I smiled back.

—Hi, Adrián —I greeted him, drawing out the vowels.

—Hi, Carla —he replied, looking me up and down.

I played with my hair, biting my lips.

—What are you doing all alone?

—Watching a pretty woman —he said without taking his eyes off me.

I blushed, though inside I was delighted. I sat down beside him. He kept glancing sideways at my cleavage, and I liked that he did. We chatted for a while, he asked me about my life, and in the end he worked up the nerve to ask what he really wanted to know.

—Do you have a boyfriend? —he asked.

—No —I answered with a naughty smile.

—I don’t believe you, not with what people say.

—And what do they say? —I suddenly turned serious.

—That you’ve got several men after you.

—People talk too much —I replied, shrugging.

—Well, if it were true, I wouldn’t mind —he said, looking me in the eyes—. You’re a full-grown woman, and very beautiful. It’s only normal for people to be jealous of you.

I felt a hot rush when he said that. I knew in that instant that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, and that lit me up inside. My nipples hardened under the fabric of the dress, and he noticed right away, his gaze fixed on the two outlined points. We kept talking a little longer, but the conversation was almost an excuse. At one point he took my chin in his hand and leaned in slowly.

—Let me taste those lips —he murmured.

I made a little show of resisting, though inside I was pure fire. We kissed for a long time, slowly, with our mouths and our hands. His tongue slid all the way into mine, searching for it with hunger. He stroked my arms, moved up to my breasts and squeezed them firmly through the fabric, pinching my nipples between his fingers until I was gasping inside his mouth. I felt his other hand adjusting the bulge in his pants, already hard against my hip. My whole skin went gooseflesh, and my panties stuck to my pussy from how wet I was. Nothing else happened that afternoon, but we both knew it was only a matter of time.

***

The following days were delicious torture. He kept coming back to the faculty, looking for me with his eyes, and I let him see just enough to keep him hooked. One of those afternoons I went up to his mother with some question as an excuse, and since Adrián was right beside her, I leaned in a little more than necessary. I felt his hand slip beneath the hem of my skirt and pinch my bare ass gently, because that day I wasn’t wearing panties and he realized it at the first touch. I looked at him quickly. He was laughing like a child who had just pulled a prank, and with his eyes he told me he’d make me pay dearly later.

—What happened with Adrián? —my best friend Daniela asked when I got back to my seat.

—He pinched me —I told her, still tingling all over.

—Oh, Carla, look at you, letting him —Paola scolded me, having heard—. Although you love it.

I turned red and didn’t deny it, because it was true.

That same afternoon, during a break, I looked for him again. I found him sitting on a bench, resting, and I sat down across from him. While we talked, very slowly, I spread my legs just enough for the skirt to show I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He looked, swallowed, looked again, and I could see how his pants tightened in the crotch.

—So beautiful, everything that shows —he said in a low voice—. Your pussy is showing, Carla, did you know that?

—Of course I know —I answered—. Don’t you want to see it up close?

Every word out of his mouth made me wetter. He moved closer, sat beside me, and put his hand on my knee. He slid it slowly up my thigh while he kissed my neck. I looked one way and the other, and since no one was nearby, I let his fingers reach where we both wanted. He touched my soaked pussy directly, parted the lips with two fingers, and slid them in with ease, all the way to the bottom. He pulled them out and pushed them back in, searching for my clit with his thumb while he fucked me with his index and middle fingers. I was biting back the air so I wouldn’t scream.

—So good, Carla, you’re dripping —he whispered in my ear—. You’re going to suck my cock all the way when we’re alone.

—All of it and all the way down —I answered in his ear, gripping his wrist so he wouldn’t stop.

There was nothing more we could do there. The only thing I did was move my pelvis slowly against his hand, impaling myself on his fingers, holding back so I wouldn’t come right there in front of everyone. He pulled his shiny fingers out of my juices, sucked each one while staring straight at me, and then made me lick them. Before leaving, he set the time.

—After class, meet me at the park at three —he said—. Dress nice, because today I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.

—I’ll be there —I promised him.

***

I ran all the way home. I showered, got ready carefully, the way I always did when I had a date that mattered to me. I put on a new black lace set, one of those that look made to be torn off you, and over it a short, tight off-the-shoulder dress that left little to the imagination. High heels, hair loose, just enough makeup. I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw: a woman desperate for Adrián to open her legs and empty everything he had inside her.

I got to the park before he did. The usual annoying guys didn’t miss their comments, but I ignored them all. Then he appeared. We greeted each other with a long, passionate kiss, and he pressed my hips against his. I felt his hard cock digging into my stomach through his pants.

—Hi, Carla —he told me in my ear—. You’re gorgeous. And I’ve already got a rock-hard dick for you.

—That’s so you can enjoy it —I answered, rubbing my hip against his bulge.

We sat on a secluded bench, next to a tree, and there we lost our heads again. He kissed my neck, stroked me under the dress, searched for me with his fingers and slid them in up to the knuckles. I opened for him, getting wetter and wetter, and I squeezed the bulge over his pants until he let out a muffled grunt.

—Do you like being touched? —he asked, looking me in the eyes.

—I love it, and even more if it’s you. You’ve got me so wet I’m going to soak the whole bench.

—Come home with me —he said suddenly—. I need to get inside you now.

—Let’s go —I answered, already out of patience.

***

As soon as we crossed the door of his house he pushed me against the wall and kissed me like he’d been waiting for this for months. His hand slipped under the dress, moved the lace aside, and found me completely soaked. He pulled out one finger, took it to his mouth, and then put it to my lips so I could taste it. I did, looking him in the eyes, sucking it slowly as if it were his cock, and I saw how it turned him on even more.

—Like that, slut, that’s how you’re going to suck mine —he said, gripping my hair firmly.

He dragged me toward the hallway, but I stopped him first. I knelt right there, against the living room wall, and unbuttoned his pants with trembling hands. I pulled down his boxers and his cock jumped out at my face, thick, hard, the tip shining. I grabbed it with both hands and took the whole thing into my mouth in one go. I pulled back, licked it from top to bottom, sucked his balls, and took him in again. He held my head and fucked my throat with short thrusts until I was choking and my eyes filled with tears.

—You suck it so well, Carla, so well —he panted—. Take that whole cock into your mouth.

I sucked him with hunger, saliva dripping down my chin to my cleavage. I hollowed my cheeks, ran my tongue over his frenulum, pulled off to give his wet tip a couple of soft slaps against my cheek. When he felt he was about to come, he yanked me away.

—Not yet, I want to cum inside you —he said, breathing hard.

He took me by the hand to his room and let me fall onto the bed.

—You’re so beautiful, Carla —he said while finishing taking off his shirt—. I like everything about you. And I’m going to fuck every inch.

I looked at him with a desire that wouldn’t fit in my body. He lifted my dress, took off my lace panties slowly, sliding them down my legs, and paused a second staring at my open, shiny pussy before lunging in. He kissed my neck, moved down to my breasts, ripped off my bra and worked over them with his mouth, sucking and biting my nipples until I arched my back and moaned without being able to hide it. They were so hard it hurt when he pinched them, and even so I begged for more.

—Harder, bite them harder —I pleaded.

Then he spread my legs and went all the way down. He opened my thighs with both hands, settled between them, and looked at my pussy up close before diving in with his tongue. His tongue ran over me completely, unhurried, moving from my ass to my clit in one long lick that tore an animal groan out of me. He parted my lips with his fingers and slid his tongue inside, fucking me with it while his nose rubbed my clit. I clung to the sheets, threw my head back, and pressed his head against my pussy so he wouldn’t stop.

—Oh, like that, don’t stop, eat me up —I begged him, my voice broken.

He sucked me with enthusiasm, made filthy sounds, and got his whole face soaked with my juices. He slid two fingers inside while he licked my clit, curled them upward searching for the right spot, and I came in his mouth in less than a minute, my legs closing over his head and my whole body trembling.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I made him get up. I licked my own juices from his chin and mustache before kissing him with my whole tongue. He lay down on his back and I sat on top of him, grabbed his cock with my hand, rubbed it over my dripping pussy lips, and slowly started taking it in, looking him in the eyes while I felt it open me centimeter by centimeter. When I had the whole thing inside me, I let out a long moan.

—God, you leave me so full —I gasped.

—Move, slut, ride me —he begged, gripping my hips.

I started slow, that gentle rocking I knew so well, my hands on his chest, riding his whole cock up and down, feeling it come out to the tip and sink back in to the hilt. I showed him my tits bouncing in front of his face and he grabbed them, shoved them in his mouth, sucked on them hungrily. I picked up the pace, grinding my hips against his as my pussy leaked all over his balls and onto the sheets. The mattress creaked, the headboard banged against the wall, and I didn’t hold back any dirty talk.

—Like that, Adrián, like that, fuck my pussy, I’m yours, give it all to me.

—All of it, slut, all the way, feel me bury it inside you.

He thrust from below, lifting his hips to get in deeper, and we both finished almost at the same time. When I felt his cock swell inside me, I clamped my pussy around it and came with him, feeling him fill me in hot spurts until I overflowed. I stayed still on top of him, breathing raggedly, feeling his cock still throbbing inside me.

We didn’t stay still for long. Still hard, he lifted me off him, turned me face down, and raised my hips until I was on my knees, ass in the air and face against the pillow. He spread my cheeks with his hands, watched as his semen started running down my thigh, and drove his cock into me again with one single thrust.

—Aaah, yes, like that —I screamed into the mattress.

He grabbed my hips and started fucking me hard, mercilessly, the sound of his thighs hitting my ass filling the room. Every thrust shook me whole and made me moan louder. He ran his thumb over my ass, playing with the ring, and I opened wider for him, offering him everything. He yanked my hair back, forcing me to arch, and talked in my ear without stopping his pounding.

—Do you like how I fuck you, bitch? Do you like me wrecking your pussy like this?

—Yes, more, harder, break me —I begged, drooling into the pillow.

He pushed his thumb into my ass while he penetrated me, and that made me come again, my legs shaking as if a current were running through them and my pussy clenching in spasms around his cock. He held out for a few more thrusts and came again, this time pulling out at the last second to empty the rest over my ass and back, marking me as his.

That afternoon we went at it again and again until we had no strength left. He bent me over against the window, sat me on top of him in the desk chair, made me suck him until he came in my mouth and forced me to swallow without losing a drop. We ended up wrapped around each other, sweaty on the rumpled sheets, the smell of sex stuck to our skin and semen drying between my thighs.

***

After that I got dressed and went home happy, satisfied in a way I hadn’t been for a long time, my pussy burning and my panties tucked in my bag because they were ruined. And it wasn’t just that once. Adrián kept looking for me for a long time, he came to my house, did everything to me, fucked me in the kitchen, in the shower, against the door barely as soon as he came in, and I didn’t care that he had a girlfriend. What we had was pure physical urgency, pure cock and pussy, and we both knew it.

Until one day his mother caught us in her own house, in the middle of the act. It was terrible. I was naked, with my legs still open and Adrián’s semen dripping inside me, covered only by a sheet, unable to say a word.

—Adrián, you have a girlfriend, why are you doing this to her? —Professor Marta shouted, not even looking at him—. And with this one, who gives herself to anyone.

She turned to me, her eyes full of contempt.

—Get dressed and leave. He only wants to sleep with you, don’t you understand?

As I put my clothes on, with my panties wet and my dress wrinkled, I thought that what she threw in my face did not hurt me at all. I knew perfectly well he had a girlfriend, and I knew what I was doing. So I looked at her and answered:

—Maybe your son comes to me because there’s something in your house he doesn’t find.

—Respect yourself —she snapped—. No man is ever going to take you seriously. Out of my house.

I saw Adrián a few more times after that, always in secret, in cheap motels where he fucked me with the same hunger as the first day, until little by little it faded away. Professor Marta never forgave me, and the truth is I never intended to ask for it. I kept being the same as always, owner of my desire, my pussy, and my body, without apologizing to anyone for it.