Unintended Consequences of the Lockdowns
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Chapter 38: The Professor’s New Pupil
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 38: The Professor’s New Pupil - Lilly was sheltered and a bit of loner before the lockdowns, but the lockdowns happened right during her formative sexual growth years. The time when teens get curious and start to experiment, start to date, have their first kiss. Instead Lilly was locked in a house with her parents who continued to see her as a small child.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Coercion Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Water Sports AI Generated
The professor sat at his computer, the glow of the screen painting the study in pale blue. 10:47 PM. He clicked into the chat room, ran his cursor down the user list, and frowned.
CuriousBlonde18 was gone.
Not offline. Not hidden. Deleted. The name had been scrubbed clean, erased like a file dropped into a void. He clicked on his saved transcripts instead, pulling up the archive he’d maintained, stretching back to that first tentative message.
hi, are you the professor?
He scrolled down. The memories surfaced like bodies in still water.
She’d been perfect. Eighteen, freshly out of a lockdown-stunted adolescence, trapped in a house with parents who never looked too closely. She’d come to him shy, blushing in text, her questions hesitant and halting. But the hunger underneath ... the hunger had been enormous.
He stopped scrolling at a message. Her first visit to Carl’s.
I did it. I knelt in the booth and let him fuck my mouth. He came in my mouth and I swallowed it.
He remembered the way his cock had hardened when he’d read that. The same way it hardened now.
Another scroll.
He took my virginity through the gloryhole. I felt every inch of him. He came inside me.
Another.
I let him fuck my ass raw. The pain was white-hot and I came without touching myself. His came deep in my ass.
His fingers worked his belt one-handed. The transcripts blurred and fused, her growing hunger, his steady guidance. She’d told him about Juanita. She’d told him about the performance room. He’d told her that real women didn’t say no. She’d soaked it up like a sponge.
The last messages glowed in the dark.
Five men. They were homeless. I swallowed all of it.
How did the ass-to-mouth taste?
Like my own filth. I gagged but I took it.
And the last one?
He pissed in my mouth. I drank every drop.
He remembered the thrill that shot through him when he’d read that line. The pure, crystalline perfection of it. He’d broken her so completely that she’d drunk a homeless man’s piss and called it bravery. She’d thanked him afterward. She’d told him she was proud.
Then she’d vanished.