It started innocently enough. I was a newly hired professor as was Mallory. I was to teach Native American studies and Mallory was to teach English. A few weeks into the semester, someone in the department suggested an evening department meeting and potluck. Mallory quickly volunteered her house and we all agreed. When the evening arrived, we had a quick business meeting and then had our dinner. In addition to the food, it seemed that everybody brought a bottle of wine. Food was served and the wine flowed and flowed. Our department was small and after a while the married folks went home to their families, leaving the department chair, Mallory and me to clean up.
At that point, my life was in tumult. My now ex-wife had decided that she needed to “find herself”. She had left and I was devasted and humiliated since she did not leave our small town and began to fuck most of my friends. Everybody knew what was going on and a lot of people were talking. It was an embarrassing and confusing time. Anyone who has been in that situation knows the feelings of loss, freedom, jealousy and possibility.
We three remained at Mallory’s house drinking wine and commiserating our situation. Mary, the department chair was separated from her husband, but could not find it in herself to move towards divorce. Mallory had already talked with a lawyer back in Georgia about a divorce. I had just been hung out to dry by my wife. We all had a story, and all were stories of loss and betrayal.
It wasn’t long before it became apparent that Mary was sloshed. She said she wanted to go home, but Mallory and I were concerned about her driving. It was decided that I would drive Mary home in her car. Mallory would follow and bring me back to her house and my car. Mary was acting quite sensual and became quite touchy-feely. But I wasn’t ready to get involved with my boss and I did not want her to regret anything the next day. We got to her house and she walked in without inviting us in. I got into Mallory’s car and she drove us back to her house.
When we got back to the house, we began to pick up after the party. Mallory put some slow romantic music on while we worked. After a few minutes we just came together and started dancing. It wasn’t the first time I had danced with Mallory. We had an in-service at a resort when school started and she and I had danced a slow dance there. Of course, our co-workers teased us about the dance. Mallory told my wife that she had danced with me, and, in her jealousy, my wife was quick to confront me with that fact. But this time it was different. We weren’t with co-workers and, because of circumstances, we also had nothing to prevent us from taking this dance wherever we wanted.
With our bodies melted into each other, Mallory had her hand on the back of my neck and pulled me towards her for a kiss. We shared a long soulful kiss, our tongues slowly exploring each other. She then, in a low sultry voice asked, “How kinky are you?”
That question hit me like a thunderbolt, “I, I, I am not sure”, I stammered back.
Mallory then said, “I want to find out.” She grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. I could not believe that this petite Southern girl holding a doctorate in literature and projecting the essence of innocence would be guiding me into her kinky sexual lair.
We undressed. Mallory was about 5’6” and weighed about 115 pounds. She had alabaster skin and her pubic hair, somewhat trimmed, matched her brown pixie cut. Her breasts were a B cup, Georgia peaches with small areolae and ruby red nipples sitting on alabaster white skin. My cock was hard as I took off my pants and shirt. Hard from Mallory’s question and the promise of her answer. We fell into bed. She was kissing me, stabbing my mouth with her tongue as I mauled her tits and pinched per nipples. The harder I pinched the more animated she became. She was humping against my cock, urging me to enter her; but I had other plans. I slid down between her legs and kissed her belly, tongued her navel and began the descent to her pussy.
I have a thing for petite women and have been with quite a few, but I have never seen such a small pussy. Her outer lips were barely visible, at least until I began to lick and suck on her pussy. Then they began to enlarge and emerge. But I was most amazed that the distance from her clit to her anus seemed to be barely three inches. Her clit emerged from its hood and stood proudly as I sucked and bit. After just a few minutes of licking and sucking her pussy, Mallory was moaning, humping and pulling my face as deep into her crotch as it would go.
Her juices were flooding out of her pussy and I drank deeply. I soon rose up and worked my way up her body eating her tits, sucking on those ruby nipples. I moved further up her body, rolling, pinching and pulling on her nipples as our mouths met and our tongues entangled.
As we were kissing, I began to push my cock between her dripping wet labia. Slowly I entered that tiny pussy and with two thrusts, I bottomed out in her cervix. Now my cock wasn’t huge. At that time in my life it was about seven inches long; but it was thick, almost 6” in circumference at the glans. It was filling Mallory up and she was bucking and moaning and flailing her legs as I sawed my cock in and out of her tiny cunt.
I hadn’t had sex for a while, and I was trying to get as deep as I could in her. I am sure she had not been having a lot of sex and she was pulling me into her as deeply as possible. We were fucking so hard we were running out of breath. I thrust into her and pulled her up and slid under her. Mallory was on top, riding me. We slowed down and smiled at each other. Mallory leaned down and said, “Does it bother you that I am married?”
I lifted my ass off of the bed, impaling her more deeply and responded, “Does it bother you that I am married?” With those words, we began a new frenzied fuck. Only a few minutes later I felt cum explode out of my cock and Mallory began to shake and moan through her orgasm.
“Really, does it bother you that I am married? It is so forbidden. I am supposed to be true to my husband and I am being so naughty letting you have your way with me.”
“Obviously it doesn’t bother me. In fact, it turns me on to know that my cock is inside a woman who belongs to another.”
As my cock came back to life and I began to feed it into her married pussy, Mallory said, “This is so exciting, so forbidden, so naughty. Fill me up, shove it in as deep as you can, this feels so delicious!”
Mallory and I fucked twice more that night, and the next morning as I was walking out the door, Mallory called out, “I feel so decadent letting you cum in my married cunt.” Clearly Mallory had a thing for the forbidden or at least those things society frowned upon.
A few days later we again found ourselves in her bed. After a vigorous round of fucking, we were talking about our lives. I asked her about her graduate studies and she told me about spending some time in Paris. She had gone to France to study literature and had fallen into spending time with African expatriates and students from Nigeria, Ghana and other West African nations.
Now Mallory came from an upright (and uptight) well-to-do Georgia family. Old Southern money, debutante balls, negro maids and servants, the whole ball of wax. Now Mallory had a rebellious streak in her, and she liked to flout social norms, especially when she didn’t think she would get caught. A major social norm she had grown up in was the taboo of letting a black man fuck her. Therefore, her rebel tendencies led her to a fascination for interracial sex. I fit the bill because I am Native American, but her real taste of forbidden fruit was screwing black guys in France and later in the U.S.
I would be slowing fucking her, missionary, while she laid back and regaling me with detailed stories of the black men she fucked in Paris. This seemed to go on forever, me slowly sawing in and out of her pussy; she describing in various degrees of detail, the black men she dated, their pricks, her complete surrender to her black lust. Mallory would always talk about how it was such a forbidden, taboo act, coupling with black men, feeling their sperm filling her pussy and how scandalized her community would be if they knew of her lust. I must admit it was extremely sexy thinking of her alabaster white skin contrasting with the ebony black of her African lovers.
Mallory was my first creampie. It was so natural and instinctual. Something about her brought out that impulse with no second thought on my part. I have always loved eating pussy. There is something special about kissing, licking and sucking the essence of womanhood. Every girl or woman I have been able to get pants off of since I was a senior in high school has had my tongue on her labia, in her pussy, and around her clit.
But I had never eaten a woman out after I had deposited my sperm. That is until Mallory. We had an especially long and arduous lovemaking session. Neither of us had had sex for a few days and we were both needing a hard, intense fuck. I hadn’t fucked or beat off for a few days, so I was carrying quite a load. When the dam broke, we had one of those incredible simultaneous orgasms and I pumped at least a half a cup of cum into her cunt.
Mallory was wiped out. She was laid out, legs spread, arms spread, totally spent. I looked at her pussy and my cum was starting to drip out and down to her anus and leg. Like I stated, it was so instinctual, so natural. I just started licking: first on her legs tasting her juices mixed with my cum, then I began to lick her pussy, taking time to stick my tongue as deep into her as I could reach and lapping up all of my cum and Mallory’s juices.
By the time I was finished, Mallory was cleaned of all sexual lubricants and cum and she was moaning and thrashing through another orgasm. Mallory was amazed that I had eaten that creampie. “How could you do that? Eating your own cum is so nasty, I can’t imagine what others would think.” Of course, that wasn’t the only time I ate her out after depositing my load into her tight cunt. Mallory never complained, she always had an orgasm because I liked the taste of her juices and my cum.
Mallory had a skin condition. Her skin was dry and therefore was rough at certain times and in certain places on her body. Nothing serious, she took good care of herself and was able to overcome the dryness with various creams and lotions. Mallory kept a jar of Vaseline on her nightstand in case the dryness was bothering her at night.
One night we were at it again. I had her in a doggie position. I had my hands on her hips and I was pulling her into me as I thrust into her, giving her a real pounding. I saw the Vaseline and picked up the jar. I opened it and coated my thumb with a liberal amount of grease and slowly worked my thumb into her backdoor. Mallory inhaled when I first put my thumb into her, but she didn’t react after that first invasion. My cock was sliding in and out of her pussy and my thumb way sliding in and out of her bum.
After a few more strokes in her pussy, I pulled my cock out and slathered a copious amount of a Vaseline on it. I placed the head at her nether hole and began to enter the forbidden passage. I slowly worked my cock into her. Mallory did not resist, did not yelp or say to stop. She just whimpered a bit. Once I had my cock deep into her ass, I began to pound her ass the same way I had been pounding her pussy a few minutes earlier.
I had been pounding her ass for about fifteen minutes of anal copulation when I began to feel my balls tighten and the tell-tale rise of cum through my cock. I exploded into Mallory. As I rolled off of her, she declared, “That was soooo deliciously decadent!” I had a feeling that episode was not Mallory’s first trip to the backside. Her lack of resistance, both physically with her anus and emotionally with the lack of resistance made me feel that she had experience in anal intercourse.
After two years at the college, Mallory took a job in California. I remained in Colorado. I often think back on far we would have gone as she and I explored our kinks and relished taboo sex. This was about the time that Hustler magazine made its appearance and when she could, she would purchase a copy. We would read it together, but because of circumstance, we were never able to step into the world of BDSM, a world that I am sure Mallory would have loved.
