POUNDING ELLA IN MY HEAD

Professor Garrett's Pov The house was too quiet. I always thought this house was too big for one person anyways. I stood under the hot spray of the shower, letting it ease the tension on my shoulders. "Damn!!" I groaned. The water doing s**t for me. My mind was playing in a loop the events of today. I've promised myself numerous times not to cross a boundary with her but today I did. Ella Thompson. Her cute face, that whine that she thought wasn't loud when that stupid boy was fingering her in my f*****g class. I wasn't pissed she was chasing her pleasure. I was pissed that it wasn't me giving it to her. My c**k has being hard since I stepped into that hall. It was harder now, throbbing like it had a mind of it's own. I braced one hand against the tiled wall, and the other wrapped around my thick, veiny shaft. Fuck, I was so f*****g huge. Which was a blessing and a curse. Most women loved the thrill of getting f****d by a big horse d**k, while most scurried away from it. I've stroked myself twice since I came home and I still felt horny. My c**k head was leaking steady strings of precum as I massaged it. "Fuck." I growled under my breath. Taking my hand off my shaft,I turned off the water, grabbed a towel and roughly dried off. My heavy c**k bobbed with every step I took into the bedroom. It looked angry and swollen, making it look even bigger. I grabbed my silicone p***y pocket from my drawer. It was close as I could get to f*****g a p***y at this odd hour. After squeezing a fat load of lube on my shaft, watching it drip like spit from a messy blowjob. I lined up and pushed in. "El....fuck...Ella." I groaned deep in my chest. In my head it wasn't a silicone toy, it was Ella's tight cunt. In my imagination, she was bent over, pantless, juicy ass on display. Those big t**s of hers were bare too, pressed tightly on my cold desk. She would be so wet, her pink slit dripping down her legs, asshole winking at me. "That's it...."I hissed, thrusting harder into the toy. "You're taking my c**k so well, Ella." Rumours flew around Asheville. I knew why she was transferred here six months ago, so late into the semester. Teachers talk, and gossip had a way of reaching thousands of people. I couldn't believe it at first. Sweet, innocent Ella was caught between her female Professor's thighs, licking her p***y like she was starving for it. It was c**k hardening that she looked quiet, had excellent grades but was a closeted freak. And f**k, it made my d**k grow harder. There was something dark and nasty under that shy exterior she put on. And I knew she wanted me. From the first day I met her in my class, I knew. The way her breath hitched when I spoke, how she always rubbed her thighs together around me. Probably fantasizing about my thick tongue rubbing her c**t. My hips snapped, f*****g the toy with deep strokes. Squelching sounds filled the room as my c**k pistoned in and out of it. "She should be mine!! Not that pathetic fuckboy, mine!!! If only you weren't my student." I growled, eyes closed. "Your p***y should belong to me. Your big ass. Boobs. Mouth. Every f*****g thing about you." I pictured her body. Those fat bouncy t**s that her bra could hardly contain. Anytime it heaved, I could imagine full puffy, pink n*****s trying to rip out. That fat ass of hers that would get smacked red as I pounded in and out of her wet heat. And her cunt. God.....I bet it was tight. My c**k would force her hole open, make her leak all over me. "Ella, look at me." I said out loud like she was right in front of me. "Open your mouth, baby. Suck on your Professor's dick." I f****d the toy faster, wishing she was on her knees to deep throat me. Drool seeping down her chin, making horrible gagging sounds as she tries to suck on every length of my c**k. "Good girl. Suck it deeper. Choke on daddy's fat cock." I've f****d a ton of women and none of them came close to the way I felt about Ella. They didn't make my blood boil. Everytime she crossed her legs in class, I imagined getting between them. My balls drew up tight. My stories getting sloppy. "You're tight p***y is squeezing my c**k so good. You loved getting f****d by your Professor don't you?" I pounded into the toy like I was actually balls deep in her. "Tell me you finger f**k your p***y while you think of me. You touch and rub your fat c**t, wishing I was the one. " I would give anything to have her t**s bounce around while I f****d her. "I'm gonna fill you up. Pump you full of hot c*m, then you'd sit in class with your legs spread so it wouldn't leak out." I came hard. Loading into the toy, pulse after pulse, my whole body shaking. For a moment, I just stood there, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my back. It wasn't enough. It was never enough. My c**k was still half hard despite the orgasm. I was threading a dangerous line. She was my student, and basically half my age. It wasn't the fear of losing my job anyways, I taught as a hobby. Twenty years old, the age gap making my c**k give a twitch. I pulled the toy off the fake p***y lips. "Look at what you do to me, Ella. Jerking off like a teenager." Running my hands through my wet hair, I spoke to myself. " You'd look so f*****g pretty crying on my c**k. I'd f**k your p***y, then your ass, nice and slow." Flinging the toy on the floor, I sat on the edge of my king sized bed. c**k heavy and drooling between my legs. "What the hell I'm going to do about you, Ella?"