"Aaahhh—" she sobbed softly, tears falling faster, but her hips kept moving, sinking lower on instinct, inch by torturous inch. Her walls fluttered and gripped, adjusting to every ridge, every vein, like her body was memorizing me.

I guided her with both hands on her hips now—slow, steady pressure down, letting her set the pace but helping her take more. Halfway in and she was shaking harder, pussy clenching in waves, so wet I could hear it.

"That's it… just like that," I praised, voice strained. "You're doing it, baby. Taking your first cock like you were made for it."

She cried out when I hit that final resistance, body tensing again, but she didn't stop—pushed through it with a broken moan, sinking all the way down until I was buried to the hilt inside her, her virginity gone, her tight heat wrapped around every inch of me.

We both stilled, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.

I could feel her pulsing around me, adjusting, stretching, claiming me as much as I was claiming her.

"You okay?" I whispered, cupping her face, kissing away the tears.

She nodded, shaky but smiling through it, hips giving a tiny experimental roll that made us both groan.

"Yeah… I'm okay," she breathed. "I'm… full. So full of you."

I kissed her deep, possessive, one hand tangling in her hair, the other gripping her ass.

"Good girl," I growled against her lips. "Now move when you're ready. Take what's yours."

And she did—slow at first, rising and sinking, learning how it felt to ride her first cock, to have me deep inside the pussy that had been saved for someone else.

But now it was mine.

All mine.

Her hips rolled tentative, then bolder, grinding down in small circles that dragged her clit against me. I met her with shallow thrusts, hands on her ass guiding the rhythm—deep, steady strokes that filled her completely each time.

"Aahh… Alex…" she moaned softly, head falling back, breasts swaying heavy with every move.

I sucked one pink nipple hard, biting gently, thrusting up harder. "Take it, baby… just like that."

She sped up, pussy clenching tight, wet sounds filling the room. I felt her getting close—walls fluttering, breath hitching.

Then—knock knock knock.

We both froze, my cock buried deep inside her, her body trembling on my lap.

"Alex? You in there?" Michael's voice from outside, muffled through the door. "Dude, where'd you go? The room's locked."

Aria's eyes went wide, panicked, but she didn't move—couldn't, with me still hard and throbbing inside her.

I kept one hand on her ass, holding her still, and called out, voice rough but steady, "Yeah, man—we're in here. Principal locked us in by mistake. He went to the admin office. Go get him, quick."

"Oh shit—I'll get him." Footsteps hurried away.

The second he was gone, I gripped her hips and thrust up hard.

"Now," I growled against her neck. "Come for me."

She did—immediately, pussy clamping down like a vice, a broken "Aaaahhh—Alex!" spilling from her lips as she came, soaking me.

I followed right after—deep, hard thrusts, shooting thick ropes of warm cum inside her, filling her completely, marking her as mine.

She collapsed forward, leaning into me, satisfied and breathless, my cock still pulsing inside her as we rode the aftershocks.

Before Michael and the principal got back, we scrambled to pull ourselves together.

Aria slid off my lap with a soft whimper, my cum already leaking down her inner thigh. She grabbed her soaked panties first, stepping into them quickly, then yanked up her tight jeans, wiggling to get them over her hips. Bra next—she clasped it fast, then tugged her white t-shirt on, smoothing it down with shaky hands.

I stood, tucked myself back in, zipped up my jeans, and threw my shirt over my head in one motion.

We were both flushed, hair messy, the room still thick with the smell of sex, breathing hard, stealing one last heated look as footsteps approached the door.

The door unlocked. Principal blinked, confused. "Oh—sorry, kids. I didn't know you were inside."

"No problem," I said casually, standing. Michael raised an eyebrow at me but said nothing.

I turned to Aria, voice low. "We'll meet later."

She nodded, eyes sparkling. "Yeah… later."

Michael and I headed out for the last lecture, him side-eyeing me the whole way.

I just grinned.

Michael and I headed out for the last lecture, him side-eyeing me the whole way.

I just grinned.

"Dude," he finally muttered as we walked down the empty hallway, "don't tell me you put your paws on Aria. On her first day?"

I laughed, throwing my head back. "Man, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah, right," he snorted, grabbing me in a quick, friendly headlock and ruffling my hair. "You smell like trouble, bro. And you've got that stupid satisfied grin."

I shoved him off, still chuckling. "Skill issue, remember?"

He rolled his eyes but let it drop as we slid into the lecture hall just before it started.

The hour dragged. I barely heard a word the professor said. My mind kept flashing back—Aria's tight heat, the way she clenched when she came, the feel of her virginity giving way to me. I shifted in my seat, half-hard again just thinking about it.

I wasn't satisfied. Not fully. I needed more.

When the lecture finally ended, Michael grabbed his bag. "You coming?"

"Nah," I said, standing. "Gotta swing by Mrs. Claire's office."

His eyes lit up, smirking. "You sly dog. Bagging all the MILFs now? Let me come, man."

I winked. "Bro, I don't want you getting scolded. This one's mine."

He groaned dramatically, muttering "lucky bastard" under his breath as he headed out.

I made my way across campus to the faculty building. The whole walk, my pulse was already kicking up. Mrs. Claire—tall, curvy, late thirties, with that sharp smile and those tight pencil skirts—had been teasing me for weeks.

Little glances, lingering touches when she handed back papers, comments that sounded innocent but definitely weren't.

I reached her office door.

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