Introducing Elena Erickson
written by:
TJC

Eating in the student union was rare for Tovar because he hated it when kids came up to him while eating and asked him some inane, dumbass question. On this day, however, his friend and sometime lover Lisa Larimer had talked him into it. She was a thin, attractive English instructor in her thirties while he was a tenured professor of the visual and literary arts in his late forties. His full name was Cristobal Tovar, of mixed Italian and Spanish descent, but everyone from students to friends to family simply called him "Tovar." He was fit, six foot, tanned, and usually wore his head shaved. Over the years he'd become known as a legend for his contacts in the literary and film industries, but more than his knowing some famous people it was the fact that they seemed to seek him out and he hardly gave them a second glance. He knew this and he loved to add to the perceived Tovar persona whenever he could.

"I can't believe you fucked his wife," Lisa whispered as she swallowed some salad. "I bet you fucked around on me when we were dating. You're such a bastard, Tovar."

"That fool had no idea how wild his wife was inside, yet I could see it at a cocktail party in five minutes. She was so damn grateful that someone fucked her instead of caressing her for once in her life."

"Rumor has it he found out and went to the Dean," Lisa said.

"Maybe so, but who is the one who resigned? Not me."

His friend was talking about a former colleague who'd suspected Tovar of fucking his wife and complained. There was no proof and the wife was adamant it hadn't happened. The young teacher had apparently said something to the effect of "It's Tovar or me!" Tovar wasn't going anywhere, not that the Dean or the administration liked him much, in fact far from it. They did, however, know that his published works and contacts brought the university a certain renown that they weren't about to throw away on rumor or innuendo.

"Someday, Tovar, your dick is going to get you in a jam."

"Lisa, you miss my dick don't you?"

"Maybe a little, but you know what? As fun as it was, lover," she smiled and squeezed his hand, "It's not worth the headaches."

"Mr. Tovar?"

Tovar was looking at Lisa when he heard the voice of some silly student who'd decided to interrupt his lunch. He ignored her. Maybe she'd go away.

"Mr. Tovar?"

Nope she wasn't going away. He looked up and saw a young dark-haired girl, definitely a freshman, wearing a purple blouse and jeans. Nervousness was apparent in her both her skittish smile and the flicker in her cocoa brown eyes. She clutched some books to her chest as if to protect herself.

"It's not mister, young lady."

"I'm sorry...Doctor Tovar...."

"It's not Doctor either," he replied impatiently. The damn PhD was something he never talked about or utilized even on his business cards. The girl was stammering but standing there. "What is it?"

"I, uh, just wanted to say I've always loved your work, both your writings and photography. I'm really honored to be in your class."

Tovar could feel Lisa's smile burning through him. "Look, miss eh....."

"Elena," she said. "Elena Erickson."

"Miss Erickson, you might think you're in my class but I usually delegate many of my students to the younger professors. I deal with the older, more advanced students. You're a freshman, correct?" The girl nodded. "You will learn what instructor will be running the class you're assigned after the first week when we look at the portfolios. You do have a portfolio?" Again a nod, the smile gone. "Good. We'll let you know." The girl nodded and whispered a quiet "thank you" and left. Tovar watched her and made a mental note to check her portfolio when he had time. Probably another dreamer with no talent. Though he had to admit, she was quite an attractive dreamer with no talent.

"Not even a thank you to that girl for loving your work?" Lisa said, bringing him out of his thoughts. "Like I said, you're such a bastard."

"And you fucking love it." He said, finally going back to his lunch of Kung Pao chicken.

Later in his office, which was down in the dark corridors of his building on his request, Tovar was going over the portfolios of the new photography students. They were a long way from anything he'd even consider for his class. The basic fundamentals still needed work and he did not waste time with that, that's what a staff was for. Then he opened Elena Erickson's folder. It wasn't even a proper leather bound portfolio. Did this girl have a clue, he wondered? He spread her photos on his desk, all black and white, which he liked. Some had parts of people, some had off center images of people or things and almost all had a haunting effect that drew his eye closer. Standing up, he got himself a cup of coffee. His mind was racing as he gazed at a photo that depicted a girl's eye and part of her hand. The eye was staring back at him it seemed.

A knock at the door

"Get the fuck out of here," he said harshly. It was his open house hours but today he wanted no distraction. He kept staring at the girl's work.

Tovar sat down and leaned back in the chair, thinking.......he wondered if some musical instructor in the eighteenth century upon hearing the five-year old Mozart had similar thoughts to what was in his head right now. Or if some baseball scout upon seeing Willie Mays as a raw, fresh kid, had struggled to keep his heart from pounding through his chest, the way his was at this moment.

On his computer, Tovar brought up the short list of students that he works with and added one name: Elena Erickson.

Over the next few weeks Tovar watched her. Elena Erickson was an 18-year old Canadian who'd come to school at the university specifically for the visual arts department he headed up. Her profile listed her interests in photography, art, and film. He'd checked her drawings and they were first rate as well. This girl was the proverbial diamond in the rough and she was away from home for the first time, in a different country, and one might assume - since it was southern California - a different planet. Her work showed genius but she needed guidance and nurturing, something he fully planned to provide. Tovar couldn't get Elena Erickson's work, or Elena Erickson herself, out of his head. He'd spoken to her one-on-one several times and he could see she was soaking in his words, trying to please him, thrilled to be in his class, almost as if he'd done her a favor. She had no idea how good she was. It was time for the next step.

In his office, late on a Friday night, Tovar requested that Elena come see him. She arrived wearing the same purple shirt and jeans she'd had on when he'd first seen her. Sitting her down in the chair, he wasted no time.

"What is it you want to say with your photography, Elena?" Tovar stood behind her and rubbed her neck. Her skin was warm, her shoulder length dark hair was soft on his hands and he could smell her fragrance emanating up. It wasn't an accident she looked and smelled beautiful. "Tell me."

"I don't know," she said quietly. "I take pictures of things I like. A friend said I try to convey myself."

"You have talent, Elena, but it needs nurturing," Tovar touched her face and came around the front of the chair. "You need guidance and a certain amount of control."

Elena smiled nervously but never backed away from his attentions. "You think I have talent? A chance?"

Tovar felt this talented girl had more than a chance, that she had that rare spark that could turn the world on its axis, but for now he just nodded and brought her to her feet. "Will you give yourself to me? To mold and bring forth what is inside you?" He stared into her dark eyes and saw surrender. She wanted to be led. "Answer me."

"Yes. I will."

Tovar kissed her mouth softly, felt her respond and then kissed her deeply, tasting her tongue and warmth as he pulled her tightly into her arms. While he sucked her tongue he moved her up against the wall and raised her arms above her head, pinning them with a tight grip on her tiny wrists while he moved his mouth to her neck.

"Mister—eh Tovar, is this proper?" Elena's breaths were scattered amidst her tentative voice, but her body was responding and Tovar knew it.

"I'm going to be your svengali of sorts, but with the intention of bringing out all you can be as an artist and as a woman." Tovar nibbled her neck, not quite biting her, pressing his thick body against her svelte frame. "If you want me to stop, I will stop. Say it." Her scent filled his nostrils and he could taste the warmth from her skin as he heard a soft whimper. "Should I stop, Elena?"

"No," she said softly, almost as if she were in a trance. "I don't want you to stop."

"How many lovers have you had, Kiddo?" Tovar pressed harder on her wrists, while his other hand formed to her neck snugly as he kissed her again. "How many?"

"Two," she moaned.

"High school boys?"

Elena nodded, her lips were quivering.

"Then the answer is none," Tovar said. "The game begins now, my young lady. Are you ready to go places you never knew existed?"

Another nod, eyes bright with adrenaline. "Yes. Yes."

Tovar again pressed his mouth to her young lips and moved his hand from her neck and pushed it under her shirt and bra to finger the already hard nipple on her small tit, squeezing her gently with his hand, getting a moan into his kiss.

"I'm going to see how ready you are," he said into her ear, nibbling her lobe. His hand slide from her nipple down along her tummy, which he could feel trembling, and into her jeans. The heat on his hand from this young girl's blossoming pussy was incredible. Fingers slipped inside her panties and he could feel a dampness on the material and then probed for her rose bud.

"Ooooo god," moaned Elena. "I'm on fire. What is happening?"

Tovar said nothing, kissing along the curve of her neck, raising his hand from her pants and pushing them down. His pupil's body pushed out slightly from the wall in order to help him remove the restrains of her jeans. This girl was his already but not to the degree she would be. Loosening his grip on her wrists he brought her hands down and told her to lay them against the wall palm flat. She did as he instructed and he slowly moved down to his knees, easing her pants down and off along with her sneakers. Her panties were orange with little palm trees on the front. When he touched her tummy, it quaked and shuddered. There was a nervous giggle that faded to a shocked whimper when he gently pulled her panties down her legs following behind with soft kisses and nibbles on the creamy flesh of her thighs. Once off, he eased her legs apart. Looking up, he saw Elena squeezing her eyes shut, biting her lip, and moving her hands back and forth on the wall.

Elena's pussy had a trimmed patch of black hair around it but the lips and clit were glistening and clear, pink and perfect. With his fingers he spread her lips like a butterfly and gave her soft licks, giving him the exciting taste of her juice for the first time.

"Has anyone ever done this for you, Elena?" Tovar closed his lips gently over her swollen bud and moaned as he felt her begin moving her hips.

"Noooooo nobodyyyyyyyy," she cried quietly in obvious pleasure.

"This is just the beginning for you, my sweet young artist. The world is opening up to you as you are opening up to me." Tovar tongued and suckled her clit and lips and then slid a finger up inside her hole which got a loud moan from his preciously fresh student. When he slid another inside she screamed out, and he knew he'd never get three inside her due to her incredible snugness. "God this is so tight, I can imagine your face when a cock is pushed in by someone who knows how." He pressed his face to her young, wet hole and sucked her clit while gently fingering her tight pussy. Elena was screaming and pounding the walls in agonized pleasure when he finally stopped, giving each of her inner thighs a long lick. Tovar then rose back up and pressed his mouth to hers once again. The giving, wanting kiss she gave him back made him feel more alive than he'd had in years. The combination of youth and talent in this beautiful creature was like drinking from ambrosia.

"Have you ever tasted yourself before this?" He kissed her again.

"No, well....." she was kissing him back as he peppered her face and mouth with his lips, "except when I used my fingers."

"You would suck your fingers?"

Elena nodded with a moan as Tovar slid her shirt up and off and unhooked her bra. He gave each nipple a lick and suckled them briefly, while he fed her his wet fingers. She suckled them with soft moans. Finally he put his hands on her shoulders and put her gently down to her knees in front of the wall. Elena's hands came off the wall as she was lowered and tentatively landed on his hips as she looked up at hm. He could see her naked form heaving with deep gusts of frightened anticipation. Tovar slipped out of his shoes and pulled his polo off.

"Do you want me to stop now?"

Elena shook her head, still staring up at him.

"Open my pants and take them down."

Tovar watched the young, beautiful girl undo his khaki slacks and ease them down, slowly, her hands shaking.

"Briefs too."

Before he knew it, Elena was in front of him, her sweaty palms on his hips, her deep, does eyes gazing up. Tovar eased her face to his cock and it slipped into her warm mouth easily. He placed a hand against her face and watched her slowly glide back and forth on his growing, hardening shaft. Every so often he felt her teeth, she wasn't experienced but he had no doubt she'd done this before with the high school boys. Placing a hand on the back of her neck he let himself feel her movements.

"Use your tongue to help you, Elena," he instructed. She moaned over his cock and started going faster. Suddenly she was sucking his cock deeper, her hands sliding up and down his hips and thighs, her tongue licking the underside of his now thick hard-on. "That's it, my sweet Elena. That's it. Each stoke is a new kiss so to speak." Finally Tovar moaned. He could cum in her mouth so easily since he was already aroused to orgasmic heights from the sheer excitement. Still, though, he held back and he knew Elena had been close to cumming when his face was pressed against her young slit. Both of them were on fire, he knew this, and he wanted it to last.

"Are you accepting of my guidance?" Tovar eased her face off his throbbing cock, cupping her chin and raising her face.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered. "I want you so badly."

Tovar held her face and eased his cock back into her mouth, taking her face with slow thrusts. "Mmmm that's it," he said again, "relax your mouth and let me have it. You can stroke yourself." Elena lowered a hand from his hip down between her legs and moved it over her slit and her moans began vibrating over Tovar as he slid his cock back and forth in her willing, eager, hot little mouth, her breathing on his skin from her nostrils.

It went on and on, the moans from Elena, Tovar's groans as he filled her mouth with his manhood, but then he knew he needed to get inside her.

"Do you want me to stop, Elena?" Tovar pulled his himself from her mouth. He was going to keep asking her, make her look inside herself.

"No, please I don't want you to stop," she panted.

"Do you want me inside you?"

"Yes. Oh god, yes."

"Say it."

"I want you inside me," she whispered.

Tovar helped his young lover to her feet and led her to the chair, he turned her in his arms, his hard cock rubbing against her ass while he stroked the front of her body and bit her neck softly. "You will sit on me and ride my cock," he told her.

"I've never done it like that," she moaned.

"You'll learn."

Tovar sat down and eased Elena's legs apart, having her straddle him. Taking her hand he put them on the arms of the chair and brought her body down slowly, his tongue licking her spine as she descended. When her tight little hole perched on the head of his pole, he gripped her hips and helped her slowly ease her pussy down his thick shaft. Elena was crying out as his cock began to fill her breach and he moved her hips back and forth to shimmy her down further to get himself in. It was as tight a pussy as he'd had in decades.

"Oooooo that feels so good," Elena moaned. Tovar reached forward and tapped her clit with a firm pat and she jumped before moving up and down as best she could as his swollen member. Despite how drenched she was, he still felt as his cock was being squeezed to death inside her body. Using her arms, Elena was moving up and down, but he put his hands on hers tightly.

"Use your legs to move up and down, not your hands," he said. Tovar could see Elena's toned legs begin to strain as she rose and fell to his command, slowly at first and then faster as she began to find her rhythm for the first time. Once again, he reached in front to rub and tap her clit. His young student-lover was moaning and screaming as she bounced on his manhood.

"Now grind," he said. Elena kept bouncing. Tovar gripped her hips and plastered her all the way down on his cock, filling the inexperienced, tight pussy to the max degree. "Grind your hips back and forth like this." He began pushing and pulling her hole back and forth over the stiff dick she was impaled on. As Elena began to scream in waves of pleasure he eased off her hips and let her do it. Tovar watched her back arch as she moved over his hard-on.

"Oh god I want to cum so bad," Elena moaned. "I've never felt like this." Breathing heavier she slowed down and stopped, leaning forward slightly.

Tovar spanked her ass with a hard THWACK. "You don't stop until we both cum," he said sternly. Elena whimpered at the strike on her soft ass and quickly resumed writhing back and forth. "When a man fucks a woman he keeps going, or he should, and a woman who is fucking a man should do the same!" He gave her another hard spank, THWACK! A soft cry sprang out from his young lover as she moved faster and faster, creaming all over his cock as she came with a long guttural groan from the center of her soul.

"Oooo god I never came like that before," Elena moaned as she began to slow down a bit. "I've only had orgasms while masturbating, never with a guy. Oh fuck."

"You slowing down, Elena?" Tovar said sternly and with a whimper she began fucking him in earnest again, his entire lap now drowning in her essence. In seconds he exploded up into her slit with a series of massive eruptions that shook his body.

Pulling her back against his body, his cock still in her hole, he held her tightly in his arms, nibbling her shoulder. "I have many things to show you, Elena."

"Many things and maybe some art and photography too," she giggled.

"You have a smart ass side I see." He pinched and rolled a nipple while he held her in place.

"Oh my god I just fucked Cristobal Tovar," she whispered.

"You ever want to fuck me again?"

"Yes," she purred. "I definitely want to fuck you again."

Tovar yanked her hair, pulling her head back. "Call me Cristobal again and you'll never fuck me and you'll be out of my class too." Tovar saw her eyes go wide in shock. He'd never let her out of his class, of course, one doesn't let Monet leave an art class or Perlman leave an orchestra. He'd never tell her that though. "It's Tovar."

"Tovar," she repeated, then moaned as he stroked her clit while pulling her head back farther, biting her neck gently, careful not to leave a mark. "Tovar," she said again.

"Good girl." Tovar let her hair go and eased the two of them out of the chair, turned her around and kissed her deep, squeezing her ass. "Now we best get dressed and get out of here."

As Tovar got dressed he watched Elena gracefully put her clothes back on. This young girl was going places in her career and she didn't even know it. Before that, however, he was going to mold her not only into the perfect artist, but the perfect woman.

When Elena was dressed and ready to go, Tovar gave her a playful swat on the ass and a kiss on the top of her head.

"I don't have to tell you to keep quiet about this do I?"

Elena shook her head, knowingly.

"I still expect your paper and photo essay on Tuesday, you know that, right?"

"Of course," she grinned.

"Don't fuck around or put it off until the last minute," he warned her. "This little fuck fest gets you no points on grading, little missy."

"Little missy?" Elena rolled her eyes and giggled and went to the door.

"Elena," Tovar called. "Next week I may have you over to my place for dinner. I live way out, nobody will see. Might have a surprise for you."

"What kind of surprise?" Elena's grin was the kind that could brighten any gloom.

"You'll see."

"Oh come on, Tovar!"

"Get the fuck out of here," he said and turned his back until he heard the door shut.

This was going to be fun, Tovar thought to himself with a smile. Once again he glanced over her incredible photos and drawings, beholding a talent and ability he himself would never achieve. ‘I just fucked Cristobal Tovar' she'd said. The day would come when he would be able to say, ‘I fucked Elena Erickson.'

TJC

This story will be a two-parter...and maybe more...who knows.