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  Volume 4

  (5 Book Taboo Fertile Mega Bundle)

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  Freya Kane

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  Unprotected – Volume 4

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  ***All characters are over 18 and fictional***

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  -Freya-

  Teacher Got Me Pregnant!

  by

  Freya Kane

  Everyone thinks you have it easy when you’re in college.

  The truth is, it couldn’t be farther from the truth. Sure, you have summers off from school, but if you’re like me you have to spend every hour that you aren’t studying or sleeping working to pay for school. Sometimes, it really really sucked

  The one class I really enjoyed was my Freshman English class. It was actually taught by a good friend of mine. We'd grown up next door to each other and had stayed friends even though he was a couple years my senior. This was his first year teaching, and Asher was terrified of screwing up so that made him a super harsh grader, especially in my case. It didn't matter that no one even knew we were friends, he just couldn't risk it.

  Ending up in Asher's class was an accident. I almost hadn't made it to school this year. My financial aid hadn't covered all of tuition and my summer job and work-study had me barely scraping by. By the time I'd been able to register for classes every other freshman English class was already filled and I was stuck.

  I was happy to see Asher doing what he wanted, but was always so concerned with what everyone else thought that he still graded me harder than everyone else, and his red pen was dragging down my whole GPA.

  I stared at the paper on my desk, the red C- staring up at me from the page. I glared up at my friend, and for once the heat that flooded me came from anger and not horniness.

  That’s right. I’m horny for my teacher. Since the first day Asher’s family moved next door, I was deep in lust with him, and who could blame me. White boys usually never did it for me, but Asher was far from being some skinny geek. Instead, he was six feet of tight hard muscles, dark hair and the brightest blue eyes I’d ever seen.

  He had never looked at me as more than the chatty girl next door, and eventually a friend. I’d seen him bring home a parade of different girls over the years, every one of them blonde and perky with milky skin and bouncy attitudes.

  Those muscles aren’t the only thing that’s hard, my traitorous brain added, as I felt the familiar dampness between my legs whenever I thought about Asher touching me. I shifted in my seat, and I glanced back at the front of the room, seeing him looking my way, but his eyes weren't meeting mine. They were zeroed in right between my legs where my squirming had made my short skirt ride up just enough to give him a view of what I hadn't worn underneath. His eyes widened, and I parted my legs, even more, making sure that he was absolutely certain that the strip of pink he was seeing WASN’T a pair of panties.

  It was a dangerous game I was playing. I knew it. My parents and Asher’s parents had stayed on good terms, so Asher was staying in our guest room while his parent’s house was renovated. The apartment market in our city was a nightmare, so he was living out of a duffle bag while he searched for a place.

  I’d heard the sounds of internet porn and the slap of his hand on his neglected dick far too many nights lately. My friend was just as horny as I was, and his only outlet was a computer screen and his hand.

  A flash of my pussy in class just might get him hot enough to fix both my problems.

  Flustered, he quickly moved to stand behind the podium and start his lecture, but not before I saw the start of a bulge in the front of his sensible khakis.

  This was going to be fun.

  ***

  “Can you please stay after class Maia?”

  “Of course!” It was Friday afternoon and the students emptied out quickly from Asher’s afternoon class. In a few minutes, the campus would be deserted. I watched, trying not to shiver in anticipation as he crossed the room to the classroom door, locking it and pulling down the shade.

  When he turned back to me his face was flushed, whether from anger or arousal though, I don’t think even he was sure.

  “What the hell are you playing at Maia?”

  I smiled, wetness already flooding my pussy at the realization that I’d be getting exactly what I wanted soon enough. I stood up slowly, stretching my arms over my heading and groaning loudly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Asher,” I said innocently. “I’ve just been so worried about my grades in your class that I keep forgetting things.”

  I walked over to his desk and leaned dropped my backpack onto the heavy wooden surface. I leaned over his desk pretending to rummage through the bag. The skirt I wore really was indecently short. If I’d been back in high school I would have been sent home before the first bell rang, but I was nineteen years old and in college now. 100% adult, and if I wanted to run around campus in a skirt that barely covered my ass, no one could stop me.

  I bent over a bit more, widening my stance just enough so that my skirt hiked up and the slit that Asher had been eyeing all day was exposed. I heard a sharp intake of breath and his footsteps sounded heavy behind me. I glanced over my shoulder but made no move to stand upright.

  Asher stood close to me. I could feel his body heat against my bare legs, and the soft cotton of his pants brushed against my thighs. His hand hovered above the curve of my ass like he was trying to convince himself not to touch me.

  “I’ve been so worried about my grades,” I continued, “That I keep forgetting the most important things. I forgot my bio notes yesterday, but today was so much worse.” I pressed back, and I could feel his erection brush against me.

  “Today I forgot my panties.”

  “Fuck,” Asher growled, his hand sliding under my skirt to find my slippery pussy. Two thick fingers plunged inside me without preamble, roughly pumping in and out while his other hand fumbled with his belt.

  I heard the sound of a zipper go down, and an instant later Asher’s fingers were gone. Before I could protest the loss, he rammed his cock inside me.

  “Is this what you wanted?” he growled, his hips pumping in and out in a punishing rhythm. The desk slid forward a few inches with our movement, the sound deafening in the quiet room. “Did you want this cock? Were you thinking about this when you were flashing your pussy in class?”

  "Yes, Asher!” I moaned. “I think about your cock all the time!”

  Asher pulled out abruptly and took a step backward until just the tip of his cock brushed my opening. I tried to lean back to take him all in, but he pushed me back down against the desk.

  “When do you think about my cock?” he purred, sliding just the head of his cock inside me and thrusting shallowly, giving me just a taste of the thick rod I’d been craving.

  “I’ve been listening to you jerk off at night,” I said, my voice tight as I tried to keep from begging him to fuck me harder. “Last night you left your door open, and I watched you from the hallway.”

  “Really,” Asher said, pushing in just a fraction deeper before pulling out again. His hand curled around my hip, flipping me over so I was leaning back on his desk, my legs splayed open and my skirt up around my waist. Asher took a step away from me, his hand idly stroking his erection as he looked me up and down.

  “You watched me masturbate last night, Maia. I think it’s only fair that I get to see what you were doing at the same time.” I gaped at him. He’d been balls deep inside of me only a few
minutes ago, and now he wanted to watch me play with myself instead?

  “Why?” I asked, blushing hotly. Despite my wanton behavior when it came to Asher, I didn’t have a ton of experience. I’d never touched myself in front of a guy. “I’m right here. Don’t you want to fuck me?”

  Asher's full, sexy lips curled into a smile. "Oh, I'm going to fuck you, Maia.” His hand tightened on his erection. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep that you’ll feel this dick for days. And since you forgot your panties, you’re going to walk across campus with my come dripping down your thighs.” I moaned loudly, my pussy clenching at the deliciously filthy image.

  “But you’re not the one calling the shots here, Maia, despite what that little display earlier in class has you thinking. So I want to watch you slide those fingers in and out of that tight little hole until I tell you to stop.”

  My cheeks burning, I hopped up on the desk and opened my legs wide. Asher settled back on his chair, his hand languidly stroking his erection while he watched me. “Tell me about last night,” he ordered.

  “I heard the porn playing,” I began, my fingers sliding along my shaved outer lips, my flesh wet and swollen already from those few delicious thrusts of Asher’s dick inside me. “I’d been hearing it a lot lately. I guess since you’re stuck in our house you haven’t been getting your needs met.” My voice caught as my finger brushed over my clit, and I couldn’t keep my hips from bucking upward as my body sought more contact.

  “I heard the moaning from the video and it sounded so much louder than usual so I snuck into the hallway and saw that your door was half open.” My fingertip circled my opening before pressing inside, sinking inside to the second knuckle. I gasped at the pleasure of being penetrated, even by something as small as my own finger.

  “That’s right,” Asher growled, “Fuck yourself for me.”

  I looked up, peering through my eyelashes to see Asher watching me with his cock still in his hand, waiting for me to continue.

  “That was the first time I’d actually seen your cock,” I said, adding a second finger, relishing in the stretch as a scissored them apart and started pumping them in and out of my slick opening. “I stayed hidden in the shadows and I waited until I could hear the sound of your hand on your cock because I knew you’d be distracted.” My words were getting choppy as my pumping fingers brought me closer and closer to release.

  “Were you wet?” Asher asked, his hand speeding up on his cock.

  “Dripping. I had my hand down my pants and my fingers inside me before I even saw you,” I gasped, my inner muscles fluttering around my invading fingers. I was so close, but I wanted this to last. I slowed the thrusting of my fingers as I continued. “You had your pants around your ankles and your dick in your hand and it was so big. You were staring at a video of a girl in a schoolgirl outfit sucking cock, and all I could think of was how much happy it made me that the girl you were jerking off to looked like me and how bad I wanted to be the one sucking yours.”

  I yelped as Asher grabbed me and yanked me down onto his lap, sliding his huge cock inside me in one quick thrust. That’s all it took for me to spiral out of control, my pussy muscles squeezing his cock as my orgasm went on and on. Asher’s strong hands help my waist as he bounced me up and down on his cock, my body limp and wrung out from the waves of pleasure that were still flooding over me.

  “Asher,” I said, my voice cracking as every thrust jarred me. “I’m not on any birth control. Don’t come inside me. I can suck you instead.”

  Asher groaned loudly, and tightened his grip on my hips, holding me still as he emptied himself inside me. I shuddered as I felt the warm splash of his come. I should have been horrified that he'd know I was unprotected and he'd still blown his load inside me, but instead, it made my pussy clench in an aftershock of pleasure.

  I stood up on shaky legs and tugged down my skirt. Asher’s come was already leaking out of my pussy, mixing with my own juices and leaving creamy white stains on the skin of my inner thighs.

  “I think I can change that paper to an A,” Asher said, tucking his cock back into his pants with a grin. “Though I don’t know, if worrying about your grades means you keep forgetting your panties, I might need to grade you even harder.”

  I laughed, any nervousness about Asher’s come inside me falling away. I had fucked my friend and I wanted more. So much more.

  I leaned over and kissed him quickly before walking to the door, feeling the swish of my hips telling the world just how well I’d just been fucked.

  “See you at home!”

  ***

  Homework assignment – wear this to class.

  I stared at the neon yellow post-it stuck to the fat, black rubber plug sitting on my desk. My parents were still conveniently out of town, and Asher had gone to campus early, but not before leaving a little gift on my desk – a butt plug.

  Asher wasn't my first, but he was going to be my first in this. I'd never even come close to allowing any of my boyfriends to ever stick anything back there. I know some girls said they enjoyed it, but it seemed like something they were just doing to keep their man happy. I always felt like my pussy and my mouth should be more than enough.

  I couldn't really blame him for wanting it though. My ass was pretty fucking amazing if I said so myself.

  And if Asher wanted to fuck it, I was willing to give it a try.

  I dug through my desk and came up with a bottle of lube I kept around when I played with my vibrator. Carefully I slicked up the plug and pressed it against my opening and pushed. I winced at the strange sensation as the tight bud of my asshole opened against the unfamiliar rubber invader. Slowly I eased it forward, inch by inch until the flared base stopped it.

  I clenched my muscles around it, shivering a bit at the strange sensation of having something stretching those muscles. I pulled my dress back down and headed out the door.

  With every step, I could feel the plug inside me, and to my surprise I found myself starting to get wet. I hadn't expected to feel the little sparks of pleasure that came through me as each step made the plug rub against unused nerves.

  By the time I got into Asher’s class my nipples were hard as bullets and I was deeply regretting not wearing panties because my pussy was soaked.

  Asher droned on about the book we were reading now. I made sure to sit in the front row with my knees apart just enough that he could see the slit of my pussy from between my thighs.

  The hard wooden chairs did nothing to cushion my ass. Every tiny movement shifted the plug inside me, sending little tremors of pleasure through me. I was starting to wonder if I might actually come without my pussy being touched at all.

  Asher bumped the edge of my desk as he walked around the classroom, and I yelped as the unexpected movement sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I could feel my juices actually dripping down my thighs. Thank goodness Asher didn’t have another class after this because I knew there would be a wet spot underneath me when I got up.

  The bell rang and the students around me started packing their bags and filtering out. Someone else bumped my desk as they passed through the narrow aisle, and it was too much. My ass tightened around the plug as my empty pussy quivered and quaked with an unexpected orgasm. I managed to keep silent, just barely, as the last few people left the room, and Asher locked the classroom door behind them.

  “You just came, didn’t you?”

  I nodded, my voice having disappeared.

  “Do you know how sexy you are?” Asher asked, slowly unbuckling his belt. “Seeing you sitting there, gushing wet and knowing that you’re going to be spreading those pretty legs open for me soon? It makes me want to come in my pants like a teenager. Of course, I’d much rather come inside you.”

  Asher drew out his cock, and my mouth watered at the sight of it. Easily eight inches long and so thick, the ropey veins stood out along the shaft and I wanted to trace each one with my tongue.

  The desks we had in the classrooms were
always a bit lower than normal. As Asher stepped forward I realized that his erection was bobbing right in my face, just begging to be sucked.

  I opened my mouth and wrapped it around the mushroom shaped head. Asher’s hand tangled in my curly hair, putting just enough pressure on the back of my head to encourage my throat to relax so I could take him deeper.

  I moaned around the thick rod of flesh inside my mouth, squirming in my seat. I yelped as the momentarily forgotten plug moved inside me. Above me, Asher chuckled. “You’re such a naughty girl, Maia. Dressing like you do around campus, offering to fuck your teacher for a better grade.” His hand tightened in my hair as I felt his balls brush my chin as his cock bottomed out in my throat. “Should I be wondering what other teachers have been inside this mouth?”