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Professor

By: brokenangelwings



The door opened and her head peeked in. "Professor? You wanted to see me?"

He looked up from his desk and nodded, watching her walk into his office. Dressed as usual in a short skirt and a button-down shirt with too many buttons unfastened, she always exuded an air of promiscuity. 

Sitting down in the chair facing his desk, she didn't bother crossing her legs, but left them splayed lewdly open, allowing him a glimpse of her creamy inner thighs and a hint of further delights.

Closing his book, he looked at her, resolutely trying not to leer at her exposed cleavage. "Yes. I wanted to talk to you about your manner of dress. It's much too provocative for the classroom. Most of the guys are not paying attention to the lecture, but what it would feel like to fuck your tight little pussy."

"Professor!" She spluttered, shocked at his forward language.

"Oh hush. You know it's true. Why else would you dress like a whore if you didn't want to be treated like one?"

"Well, professor," she said was a hint of resolve in her voice, "I like the way I dress, and I like how I feel when I'm dressed like this, so I'm not going to change. What are you going to do about that?"

"I'm going to do exactly what you want me to do." He said ominously. "Now stand up and put your hands flat on my desk."

With a defiant toss of her hair, she complied, sticking her ass further into the air than necessary, which was completely fine by him. 

Her defiant look slipped a little when she saw him pull a wooden ruler out of his desk.

"What...?" She started, but trailed off with a gasp when he flipped up the back of her skirt to expose the perfect globes of her ass, the black thong she was wearing nestled enticingly between her cheeks.

"I'm going to spank you ten times with this, and you're going to count each one and thank me for it. Is that clear?"

She nodded, cowed by his authoritative manner. He smiled. Her submissiveness will be very useful shortly. 

"Oh, I forgot one thing." He trailed off as he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out three large binder clips. "I need to put these on first so you truly know how a whore is treated."

Reaching forward, he turned her to face him, then pulled apart the hem of her shirt, ripping it open to expose her breasts. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra underneath by the visibly hard nipples poking up against the cotton.

She whimpered as he rolled her nipples in his fingers, making them stand up straight and proud. Hissing, she tried to squirm away as he affixed the clamps to her swollen buds, but was unsuccessful. The clips cut off the blood supply making her nipples throb painfully. Kneeling between her legs, he found her clit already pronounced, and closed the clip around it causing her to buck with a cry. Turning her once more, he made sure her hands were flat against the desktop.

CRACK! "One. Thank you sir."

CRACK! "Two. Thank you sir," she gasped.

CRACK! "Four... thank you sir." He paused.

"You forgot three. Surely you haven't had enough already?" She could hear the pleased tone in his voice.

CRACK! "Four. Thank you sir," she repeated. He caressed her reddening cheeks.

"No. You're still on three. You need to count properly."

She moaned. CRACK! "Three. Thank you sir."

With each blow, her ass began to darken, and by ten her skin was bright red and almost hot to the touch. 

Sliding a hand between her legs, he found her panties were soaked through. "I knew it. A true whore." She whimpered audibly.

He grasped the hem of her panties, pulling them down her legs, baring her bare mound to his view. He slid first one than two fingers inside her dripping pussy, hearing her moan. Fingerfucking her gently, he was pleased at how wet she was.

Abruptly he pulled his fingers from her and she heard a rustle behind her, and the crinkle of a condom wrapper opening.

"What...?" She started, but let out a gasp as his hard length filled her completely. With a steadying hand on her hip, he thrust deeply inside once, twice, three times, then pulled out. Suddenly, she felt the broad head of his cock nudging her tiny crinkled asshole.

"Since you're clearly a whore, I need to find something really tight to enjoy." She groaned as he began to apply pressure, crying out when his cockhead finally entered past the tight ring of muscles. He continued the slow application of pressure until her was buried completely to the hilt. 

Pausing to let her get used to the feeling of fullness, he then began to slowly, but steadily, fuck her ass. The more the thrust, the looser she became, until he was sure that he wouldn't hurt her. He began to deepen and quicken his strokes until each thrust was buffeting her against his desk. She whimpered as his hips hit the sore skin of her ass. 

Reaching around he jiggled the clip on her clit causing her to orgasm hard, which caused her to squeeze harder around his cock. He gave a roar and came, filling the condom with cum. 

Collapsing on her back, they were both breathing hard. He finally was able to pull out of her ass, letting her slump against the desk.

"On your knees," he ordered, and she complied with a wary look on her face. He pulled off the soiled condom, and gestured to his cum-covered cock.

"Clean me off."

She took him into her mouth, sucking and licking him clean, while his hand fisted in her hair encouraging her. Eventually he pulled away, letting her lean back against the desk looking decidedly -- and deliciously -- mussed. 

"Lay on your back on my desk. I'm not done with you."

She stood on shaky legs and lay along the width of his desk, after he put most of the items which had been on top of it, on the floor.

Spreading her legs, he sat in his chair and lowered his mouth to her dripping cunt and began to feast.

"Please sir. Can you remove the clamps? They hurt so bad." She whimpered.

Raising his head, he looked at her, surprised she would interrupt her own pleasure. "I'll remove one set -- breasts or clit -- which one?"

"The one on my clit please." Even though she neglected to call him sir, he removed the clamp and she hissed at the feeling of blood returning. 

He took the stiff bud gently between his teeth, raking it, delighting in her cries of pleasure, her hands tangling in his hair.

He continued to lick and suckle until she had cum twice and was breathless with need.

"Please sir. Fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me."

He stood and walked around the desk. The way she was laying, her mouth was even with his groin. 

"Soon. First, get me hard again."

She opened her mouth and he slid his cock inside. With her head practically hanging off the edge of the desk, he was able to slide in deep with each thrust. Cupping her breasts, he made the clips on her nipples bounce enticingly. When he finally stepped back, her face was pink and there was a trail of precum hanging from her nose.

Sitting back down in his chair, he gestured to his lap. "Come on then. You wanted me inside of you."

She hopped off the desk eagerly, wiping the cum off her face. Straddling his legs, she lowered herself onto his thick cock, sliding all the way down his length until his cockhead bumped against her cervix. She began to ride him furiously, the steady slapping sound of skin on skin and their heavy breathing echoing in the small room. 

Reaching up, he removed her nipple clamps, groaning as she tightened around him from the painful tingling sensation of blood returning. He drew each into his mouth, his hands sliding to her sore ass, helping her bounce harder, drawing him deeper, as she whimpered.

"Cum for me. I want to feel you cum around my cock." No sooner as he finished his command, she began to buck in an intense orgasm bringing him along in its wake. He exploded deep inside of her with a guttural moan.

Without being ordered, she slid off his lap and dropped to her knees, taking his spent cock into her mouth once more, cleaning off their juices from his skin. When she finished, she looked up at him, still kneeling at his feet. "I'm sorry sir. I'll try to dress less provocatively from now on."

He nodded, "Good. I'll see you in class tomorrow."

She stood on wobbly legs and left the room, closing the door softly behind her. Reaching down, he picked up her forgotten panties off the floor and smiled. He loved role play night. 

Professor



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Professor



We met when I became his research assistant. He was cute and had a killer accent, but that didn't mean as much as how kind he was.

Two months later, I was riding in his car instead of driving my own. We talked about everything, from politics to hobbies to the differences between the Netherlands and the US. It was during one of these rides that I noticed how intense his eyes were, green at the pupil flaring out to brown at the edge of the iris. 

It was little things, at first: his hand on my shoulder as he leaned over to show me something, making coffee for me in his office, wicked little jokes. Nothing the other RAs would think twice about, when they were around to witness it. But it piled up, and I started to suspect the crush was mutual.

In November, we started discussing the differences between Clusiidae and Piophilidae, and somehow we both stood up and moved closer without realizing it. We fell silent after talking about the flies' wing color and just stared at each other. I'm not sure who started it, but the next thing I knew his mouth was on mine. My hands settled on his hips. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer, until I was squished against him and I was hugging him back.

The kiss deepened. I could taste coffee on his breath and in his mouth. His lips were rough and chapped from being outside so much. His stubble rasped against my cheeks, and his cheekbone was pushing against my glasses. His hands landed on my ass and pulled me in until he was the only thing on my mind.

He pulled away and looked down at me. I looked back up, sure my cheeks were just as red with excitement as his were, and asked, "Why'd you stop?"

He smiled, showing dimples. "To make sure you wanted this as much as I did."

"More," I told him, and stood on my toes to claim his mouth again. I wasn't quite tall enough. He huffed in amusement and started walking, arms still around me so I had to walk backwards. "What-"

"Shh," he said, eyes dancing with amusement.

Something hit my hips and he pressed upward on my ass, encouraging me to jump. I put my hands on the table behind me and hopped up. He stood between my legs and looked at me, my eyes now almost level with his.

"Better," he murmured, and kissed me again. One of his hands cradled my cheek; the other held mine on the table. My free hand came up to tangle in his hair.

The kiss went on for what felt like hours. It was perfect; never before had I been kissed so thoroughly by someone who knew what they were doing. His hands left their initial position to stroke my breasts through my shirt, and I responded by reaching around to cup his ass. It was about then that I became aware that my hips were hitching forward helplessly and my panties were getting soaked. He had a very prominent bulge in his pants.

He pulled away, pupils blown wide. "We should slow down."

"Why?"

"Because if we keep going I'm going to fuck you right here, and a bed would be better for you."

"Fuck the bed, I want you."

He smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. "You sure?"

"Fucking fuck me already."

"In that case" - his long-fingered hands dove into the depths of his wallet and extracted a foil packet - "get your pants off."

I got off the table and slid them down, taking my panties with them. He was still undoing his belt when I kicked off my shoes, taking the clothes with them and leaving me naked from the waist down. My fingers skimmed the hem of my shirt, teasing him for where his eyes traced my movements, and then pulled it off in one swift movement. Clad in only my green bra, I watched as he undid the closure on his pants and shoved them down to his knees.

He was a boxers man, with his dick upright and begging for attention. He opened the foil packet, pushed his boxers down, and rolled the condom on. I hadn't seen many penises before, but he looked big, and a trickle of apprehension made its way down my spine.

It must have made it onto my face, too, because he took me by the shoulders and said, "Don't worry. I'll be gentle." He kissed me again, soft and sweet, and traced a hand down my side to my hip and then around to where no one but myself had touched before.

The first graze against my clit had me shuddering and digging my nails into his back. When he slid a finger inside me, my mouth popped open and I gasped aloud.

He chuckled. "You're all ready, aren't you?" he murmured. His finger stroked against the front of me, rubbing a spot that had me seeing stars. "I want to get my tongue in there and take you apart. But not right now - right now, get back up on the table."

I obeyed, and he stood in front of me again, between my legs like he had when we'd been kissing. Now, though, I was naked but for a bra, and he had his pants around his ankles and his dick jutted proudly from between his legs.

We stared at each other for a few seconds. I didn't know what he was thinking, but thoughts rushed through my head - ethics, morals, laws, how he could possibly fit inside me - until he kissed me again and rational thought took a backseat. My eyes closed as I gave myself over completely to him.

The head of his dick parted my labia, and I whimpered into his mouth. He kept coming, pushing his way slowly inside of me, spreading me wider than I'd ever been. My legs involuntary convulsed, ankles hitting the backs of his knees.

He groaned into my mouth and pushed his hips hard and fast. A quick burst of pain ripped through me as he ran right through my hymen, and I gasped. Mistaking it for pleasure, he grabbed my legs, pulled them up around his waist, and started pushing in and out, tiny little motions that did nothing to calm the fire in my belly. 

"More," I groaned. He obeyed, speeding up, thrusting inside me until I was being pushed back and pulled forward in time with his hips.

I linked my ankles around his waist and my arms around his back, holding on for dear life. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to my neck. One arm remained encircling me, holding me in place. His other hand found my breasts and brushed over my nipples. They hardened further at his touch.

Pleasure washed over me, canceling out the lingering pain of my broken virginity. My head fell back and my mouth opened. I panted heavily, lost to the sensations of his mouth on my neck, his hand on my breast, his steady pumping inside of me. My legs tightened around him, pulling him closer, as the first quiver of my abdomen told me what was about to happen.

He felt it, too, because he moved his hand from my breast to my clit, and pleasure crashed over me like the crest of a wave, dragging me down until I couldn't see or breathe or do anything but feel. I cried out, nails scratching into his back and leaving marks, as I had my first orgasm at someone else's hands.

He fucked me through it, and when I went limp, he slowed down and kissed my jaw, my cheek, my forehead. He let me fall back against the table, and when I was on my back, he grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise and went back to work. He pulled at a nipple with his teeth, and I could feel sweat drip down on me. He switched to the other one and his sweat cooled on my skin. 

He lunged forward, pushing me up the table, and his mouth came back to mine, hungrily claiming me for his own. A few more thrusts and he stood straight up, pulled me down on his cock, and shuddered. Through the condom I could feel him get hard, then softer.

He fell down on top of me, supporting some of his weight on his forearms. His chin rested on my shoulder. Breathing heavily, we laid there for a minute, collecting ourselves.

"Good for you?" he asked at last.

"Fucking fantastic. You?"

"Amazing. You're amazing."

I laughed breathlessly. "You did all the work."

"You can pay me back next time."

"I look forward to it." I stroked my hand through his hair and kissed his neck, soft and chaste.

He groaned and pushed himself up to look at me. "You're gonna kill me." 

"Nope. I want you alive for a long time to come."

He smiled and stood. When he went to take the condom off, he hesitated. "I - oh, God, you're bleeding."

I pushed myself up on my elbows. "First time."

"Oh, Jesus Christ, I really should have waited for a bed."

"Uh-uh. I feel good, you feel good, it was good. End of story. Don't ruin it."

"I won't. But really, next time, we're on a bed."

I stretched my back out as much as I could. "Works for me. The table's not really comfortable. And we could get caught."

"Then get dressed."

I did. He tied off the condom and pulled his pants back up. He glanced at the clock and said, "Ugh. I have a class to teach in ten minutes."

"Then go. I have my other job this afternoon, so I won't be here when you get back, but-"

"I'll call you," he promised. He kissed me again, slow and sweet, and left.

Smiling, I cleaned up the bugs, forgotten in their ethanol, and grabbed my backpack. This was going to be a good thing - I could feel it.



Professor Aalto, Her View



Anna likes watching daddy pick cherries.

The actors in this script are of legal age, but may portray maturing young adults. This is a work of adult erotic fiction and contains descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults. If you're under the age of consent where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it is illegal to obtain adult literature where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it's entirely legal for you to read sexually explicit material, I hope you enjoy the story!   

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1

My daddy Alton Aalto is a renowned Professor of Mathematics at the university. His head is often off in another world and my mom was quite frustrated, frequently complaining about his distractions. It wasn't that he didn't pay attention to her or didn't keep her in a style beyond our means, she just seemed frustrated with marriage as best I could tell. I could surmise this even when I was quite young.

I'm Anna Aalto, a junior in college and I recently turned 18. Mom hasn't been around since I went into puberty. She said that was the last straw for her. She left us, giving daddy sole custody of me and with her best wishes for him to cope with me. I wasn't a difficult child at all but being my father's child I wasn't shy or reluctant with my mental capabilities. Mom was just not equipped to deal with me or daddy. Mom and me never bonded and I watched her disenchantment grow from an early age. So I wasn't surprised or upset when she left. I've always been daddy's little girl anyway.

Mom was a beautiful woman and with daddy's physique and my mom's good looks folks say I turned out to have a rather fantastic body. I never thought much about it however until several years ago with the beginning of my obsession over sex. I'm still a virgin and I take very good care of my body.

I know mom and dad screwed like minks. Daddy knocked up mom in high school with me so they're both still young. She was insatiable and had guys over when daddy wasn't home until she thought I was able to figure it out, about when I was three or so. She would still sneak out, leaving me home alone, 'till she left. I had it figured out at two years old. I'm not only smart but precocious and very observant as well. Mom wasn't so smart as beautiful and horny all the time. I can relate to horny now.

Mom had only been gone a few months when daddy started banging several of his students on a regular schedule. He must have been really horny, not having mom to screw every day! He didn't bring them home or so that I would know .. though I did figure that out quickly too. I even know most of the ones he's screwing by sight and name. It's a small campus. They're all lovely and very sexy. I don't blame him. I didn't let him know I knew or complain. I'm happy he's getting a lot of quality young ass instead of mom. I'm even proud of my daddy. Daddy's not foolish and I'm sure he makes sure they are all of age. The ones I know about all are.

I did become jealous much to my surprise and began to fantasize what it must be like for daddy to screw them. They weren't much, if any older than me so I could identify with the girls as I would view myself in the mirror and think of what it would be like for daddy to do them ... me as I masturbated. I like watching myself in the mirror when I masturbate.

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As I filled out and grew into my current body I wondered if daddy would like my new body as well as his student whores. I think daddy pops their cherries. That somehow excited me the most, knowing they trust daddy that much and are so eager to loose their virginity to him. I think it's so romantic, sexy and wonderfully lustful even if it is because they want a better grade.

As I look at myself in an objective and analytical way in the mirror I realize I have a killer body. I'm curvy enough without being vulgar. Mom bordered on vulgar with big tits. I'm tall and slender like daddy and I have mom's dark auburn hair he likes so much. Half the girls he screws have similar hair. 

My hair is nicer, thicker, longer with a natural wave and I don't have bad hair days. It has a beautiful rich red sheen in the sun like you see in shampoo commercials. 

Daddy sure likes my nice firm smallish B cup tits. I don't think he's aware he looks at them all the time. They stand straight out nicely and have a nice bulge on the bottom and angle down from the top nicely. My nipples are fantastically large like big super sized pencil erasers. I love the feeling when I squeeze them. It's like pulling on my clitoris. I can almost orgasm just by pinching my nipples. I do it a lot, sometimes in public when no one is looking just for the rush. They look magnificent against my big areola with its dark tan and the bright crinkly pink of the nipples when they are erect and hard. I think they are lovely. Of course they're mine. 

I don't wear a bra under my sweaters either. I love the fell of the soft cashmere against my nipples and the looks from guys ... and girls. They just can't stop looking at my tits. I don't know if they know what my face looks like. I know daddy likes me in T necks especially. He says I have a long elegant neck that is accentuated by the T neck. He'd right of course.

My muff is also auburn, thick as a cushion and soft. I'm proud of my muff too. Can't figure out why girls shave it off?

According to my art teacher my face is a perfect long oval with classical Greek proportions and I have large oval brown eyes. I know my art teacher wants to fuck me real bad. I get what I want simply by smiling. I cultivate a healthy and natural look overall. I hated my mom's made up face.

Mom's butt was not as nice as mine. Mine is nicer and cheekier than hers for sure, accentuated by being on my slender body. I love wearing tight suede skirts or slacks over them. No panties of course. It drives the guys crazy when I twitch it about as I walk. I learned a lot watching mom before she split without her knowing.

I don't mean to sound like I'm self absorbed all the time over my personal beauty and looks like some sorority chick because I'm not. Not like the dark haired little bitch on "That '70's Show" but I do know I am a beautiful woman ... maybe more beautiful than mom. It's just that I associate it with sex and I always want to please daddy. At 18 I'm obsessed over sex and I want to get laid in the worst way but I want it to be very good. 

Normally I'm much more absorbed over getting my next A on a paper or test. I'm a straight A student. Daddy is a mathematics professor after all and I certainly can't disappoint him by looking stupid. There aren't too many juniors 18 and I carry more than a full load.

Right after mom left, a big corporation came to daddy offering him a regular consulting job because of his unique mathematical skills and at a substantial fee with bonuses, much more than his teaching salary. He took it part time, said he could do it full time for even more money but I know daddy likes teaching too much to give it up. It certainly allows him to indulge me as much as he wishes. Then there's all that virgin ass calling his name. Mom sure missed that gravy train and she'd really be pissed over how things have turned out for us?

I think daddy started indulging me with clothing extravagances to fill in what he missed with mom at first but I think he quickly began to like me in quality clothes. I think his unconscious fantasies kicked in and he had to satisfy them. I addition to a closet full of wonderful clothes of my choice he got me a cute and very sexy real fur parka and jacket like he got mom. My first parka was a beautiful dark auburn mink like my hair and a sexy sheared Beaver jacket. I could wear both with just about anything and I did. I loved them and wore them all the time. I've worn nothing but fur since, knowing daddy likes seeing me wear it.

I think the fur thing with mom was his doing as much as she liking them. His parents are from Finland and I think he grew up with furs. His daddy gives his mother furs on most special occasions. He did get both of us killer fur spreads for our beds with his first check from the corporation. That sure helps me masturbate so much better. If his whores only knew what they are missing!! Well one of daddy's favorite student whores actually does know. 

One day right after I turned 18 Tina came to the house to drop off a paper expecting to see daddy. He wasn't home so she began asking me a lot of questions about him as we stood in the entry hall. I asked her to come into my room and we could talk in comfort. We sat on my bed and she continued asking a lot of very personal questions about him, like I wouldn't know what it was about? 

Tina is certainly cute. She's a bit redder haired than me with a cute pageboy cut. Shorter and a size bigger. Bigger tits and a lot like mom except much younger. Figures. Even though she's a bit older than me she's not so smart but nice. In daddy's class she probably does have to fuck for good grades. Daddy's not the only prof on campus that screws their students. He's quite discrete and so are his whores. Some others are not nearly so discrete, indeed they are renowned for making out with their students. I know two women profs that get laid by their share of the boys routinely. They compete for their attention. One of mine takes her share of the girls. She's ogled me in class more than once. I think she's jealous over my furs. She always has her smug little bitches hanging all over her and sitting in front in class so she can admire them without obstructions.

Anyway Tina nervously and compulsively began stroking my fur spread. It's very thick and plush, pure white Arctic Fox and I love it. She was getting very distracted by the thick, lush cloud like softness as she asked me more questions and began hugging and rubbing one of the big matching soft fur pillows to her body as she squirmed in the fur with her near naked butt.

I soon began helping her. She willingly slipped off her sweater so I could fur fondle her bare tits more fully. She gave out a sweet whimpering moan as I gently pushed her back into the fur with only the slightest resistance while squeezing her big tits with fur. I soon pulled up her skirt and fur fondled her legs then her thighs as she more energetically writhed in the fur spread. I couldn't believe I was doing this to her at first, then I couldn't believe my success. It became all consuming for me. I was emboldened with her responsiveness to my touch.

She was soon writhing and moaning in the fur with her whole body and I had her totally seduced. I slipped down her panties an began massaging her labia and finally thrust a finger up her twat and diddled her clitoris 'till she orgasmed but she kept on writhing and squirming in the fur like she wanted more. 

I had heard about girls going down on girls and had looked it up on some porn sites. I find them so exciting I masturbate to them sometimes. I was between her thighs sucking her sweet twat and had her in more orgasms as I flicked her clitoris some more with my tongue. She's totally under my control as she humped and fucked my face. Wow, I had seduced my daddy's whore and sucked the tight twat he sticks his cock in! It's the first time I've done it with a girl!

I began imagining daddy taking her as a virgin. What it must have been like as I had her writhing and squirming in the furs. I was incredibly excited by the thoughts as she orgasmed to my sucking her sweet tight pussy, imagining my daddy's cock plunging and thrusting deep into her soft pussy and through her maidenhead as she screamed in pain and ecstasy. 

She jumped up in a brief lucid moment ... "Please I don't tell your daddy what we've done!"

"Only if you let me do this with you again. Maybe you could go down on me? I know where to get hold of you and that daddy fucks you." She looked at me stunned.

"OK." and she left. 

I didn't mean to threaten her but I didn't know how else to get her back. I have to do it with her again and have her do me.

My heart was racing with sexual excitement and I knew right then I had to seduce my daddy and have him take my virginity too, only better than his student whores. In a way neither he or I would ever forget. I wanted to be his number one whore.

3

By sophomore year in high school I had begun to cajole and beg daddy to let me get nicer, more opulent furs. This is when I got most of my height and my body began to fill out. I knew he would like seeing me in them and I wanted them so badly by then. I was already model beautiful. Furs on me by then were much nicer than on mom and I knew he liked seeing her in them. He relented as he always does when it's something I really want. 

After the first few really nice furs he encouraged me to get more and let me choose them for myself. I was buying all my own clothes by then of course. He said I have very good taste and should pick what I'd like to have. I was then bent on pleasing daddy as I always have.

I used his credit card as usual. Daddy always trusts me to be responsible and stay within reasonable limits. Most I got on line cheaply for what they were anyway. If I didn't like it I'd just resell it. You might say that it was my first job .. selling furs on the Internet! He appreciated that since I wanted to get as many as I could and not have him complain. 

My slender body made fur shopping easy. I could always get a good fit or better still, furs way too big for me. I love them like that and so does daddy. He never once acknowledged the obvious that they were too big, only that I looked beautiful with them on. I love his lustful looks when he watches me even though he tries to conceal it. I shiver with the thrill. This game is incredibly exciting and I don't think he realizes it's so obvious. Daddy sure loves to see his little girl in fur though it is clear he is conflicted and is struggling to suppress his excitement at seeing me in furs. He is so proud of me in so many ways and I work very hard to not disappoint him in any way.

I got many of them with no concern for style but for the quality of the fur, my pleasure and daddy's pleasure of seeing me in fur. My buying and selling got such a level that it was hard to keep track and I since was close to break even daddy never once complained. I'm one of those sexy young models selling furs on the Internet. I almost always sell for more than I buy it for. I began to wear them around the house in the evening with no thought of wearing them in public. Just for my sensual satisfaction, his pleasure and his eventual seduction. 

As I came of age I began surfing fur fetish sites and realizing this is a fantastic thing to do. My own fur masturbations and making out with Tina were a good reference. I've been reading erotic stories about how daddy's do their daughters and get incredibly excited by these stories. Most are pretty crude and really turn me off but I know daddy will be fantastic. Some of the stories are so wonderfully exciting, getting filled with lots of daddy cum in some very erotic ways. So after I came of age I began to deliberately tease, flaunt and flirt with daddy wearing furs.

Tina has been visiting with me more often now and she is definitely taking the edge off horny and giving me a lot of ideas about daddy's seduction, not with talk but her sensual actions. Daddy trained her after all. She's really getting into making love in my furs. We get each other into orgasm quite easily in the furs. It's so warm and sensuous. I luxuriate in having her head between my thighs, stroking her soft hair as she eagerly sucks me off to orgasm in the furs. It's heavenly. Much better than masturbation. Besides I'm thinking I like girls. Not that I'm not looking forward to cock in me but Tina is so soft and sensual in the furs and our orgasms are so wonderful.

I did tease Tina into telling me about daddy screwing her while she fur fondles and finger fucks me. I think she gets a kick out of it. I sure do. She said daddy made sure she was 18 and really wanted him to screw her. The thought of that gets me so excited every time I think of it.

Over the past few months I began getting furs to have remodeled with daddy's seduction in mind. I picked up a lot of good erotic ideas about furs and put them into my fur remodeling program. Two remodeled furs I call fuck capes are made from two big furs. The first is a golden brown Chinchilla coat and a Chrystal Fox coat I got for a relative song. Daddy did wince at the bill but I convinced him he would enjoy what I got. I had these made into a single big cape with hood, each fur to a side for me. It has a strategically places 6 inch slit in the back at the butt. There is a rolled cuff border of contrasting fur around it. I'm sure daddy will eventually find it.

The other fuck cape is from several Norwegian Blue Fox coats and several Red Fox coats I had made into a very big cape with fur both sides and hood for daddy. I had a big Superman "S" with a similar "F" underlaid in contrasting fur on the back of each side for "Super Fucker". I'm sure he'll live up to the billing.

Several other big soft fur pillows of various Foxes were made. A beautifully lush Sable coat I got for cheap was made into as big a throw as was possible, about 50" by 60" with a soft, dark Russian squirrel on the other side. Big enough to do some sexy furry damage. 

I try them all out myself on Tina of course. She's my willing and eager fur slave now as well as daddy's fucking whore. She confided to me after several fur seductions that she doesn't think she knows now which she likes best? My making love to her in furs or getting screwed by daddy? 

Between the special furs, my Arctic Fox spread and daddy's lush Lynx spread I don't think daddy has a chance.

I kept all the special furs hidden. Daddy was curious over what I had gotten and though he had the receipts it didn't really tell him much. I just told him some of them were being fixed. I did get a few killer furs for surprisingly cheap to wear and model for him. I did this one evening recently. I figured after wearing furs around the house for some time now I could pull out all the stops. Kind of a preliminary tune up for daddy screwing me.

I think he expected me to lay them out on the couch to show them but I wanted to treat him to a show. My special modeling event was done wearing only a very tight loose knit cashmere scoop neck short sleeved sweater with very exposed midriff. My nipples were glorious poking through the weave of the soft cashmere. Also a very tight and short buckskin mini skirt with no panties that barely covered my twat and barefoot. I didn't want to distract from the furs or my body any more than necessary. Softly accentuate the effects with my nubile body as much a I could?

First was my new full pelt Norwegian Blue Fox coat like he will have in his cape. It is way too big for me since I wanted to entice him with my sweet virgin daughter innocence. It swallows me in its opulent softness, my partly nude body suggestively sticking out here and there as I swirl and moved about. He was literally drooling. I followed it with a very full Red Fox with big drooping hood similarly way too full for me. My hair is gorgeous falling in and around the hood with the red fur accentuating its colors and dragging through the thick fur as I move. I knew from his responses I picked the right furs for our fuck capes. 

Next I wore a thick full pelt Lynx jacket with a thick collar I can pull up around my face. It falls just below my miniskirt so I look like I'm nude under it with it closed. It's like his spread so I knew he could identify with it too. I let it hang open just enough to show my nipples nestled in the long fur. Daddy was nearly jacking off as he stared at me lasciviously, unconsciously quietly moaning.




Professor Aalto, Her View



I followed them up with a very stylish and well tailored plush dark mahogany Anne Kline Mink coat with hood that perfectly matches my hair. I do intend wearing it often along with the Lynx. The way my hair blends with the soft mink, falling over the hood and my shoulders is like the Red Fox only with complete color blending. This was meant to cool him down. It didn't. He went flush with heavier breathing. I knew he had a sudden realization of some sort? Maybe the mature and gorgeous daughter he desperately wants to screw in the furs? With that I was enormously successful.

"So you like my new furs daddy?" I said in the most sensuous and coy way I could muster. Daddy couldn't answer. I'm not sure he even heard me through his lustful haze.

That night I could hear him moaning with his masturbations, I presume fondling his cock with the furs, as I listened by his bedroom door diddling myself with fur. Gottcha daddy!!

I flirted and enticed daddy by wearing furs around him constantly over the following several days. I had gotten a few fur vests that are quite nice to wear around the house and tease him with. The big Red and Silver Foxes are reversible to tan or gray suede. I like wearing them suede side out and nothing under but tiny tight suede or silk shorts and my tits not quite fully visible. My nipples stay rock hard caressed in the soft furs. Much nicer than even cashmere. They're so sweet nestled in the thick fur. I flash him with them "accidentally" every now and them. It drives daddy crazy I can tell. He has a big boner all the time now around me.

Several days after that as I made love with Tina in the furs she said the day after my fur modeling when daddy screwed her he was like a man possessed with his mind somewhere else, like he was screwing someone else. I didn't tell her about the modeling. I knew it was me he was screwing and it's time.

4

Daddy had just gotten home and headed for the shower after a workout at the gym. It was one of his short days at school and it is still light outside. While he's in the shower I get all the furs I had organized and pile them on his bed including my Arctic Fox spread. I undress and wrap myself in my Chinchilla/Fox fuck cape and have the double Fox cape for daddy opened on the bed. The setting sunlight is flooding in the room off the early snow outside. The bed is glowing warm in the sunlight and the furs look incredible. I imagine I must be looking pretty good myself.

He walks out nude and still drying off with his face in the towel. God his cock is big! My twat involuntarily twitches in anticipation. He continues drying for a bit before he realizes I'm in the room and on his bed. He gasps as he sees all the furs around me and sees me siting there with my fuck cape open for him to see my totally nude body, my thighs spread for him to see my sweet virgin twat.

"Wha .. Anna! My god what are you trying to .. oh my sweet daughter!" he stands stunned with an instant huge boner. It's much bigger erect. Tina warned me.

"Don't stand there like an idiot daddy! The mathematical probability of you fucking me now has risen to 200%." as I stared in amazement at his cock.

"We can't do this honey! It's not right. It's unnatural. I just can't." as he stumbles toward the bed. 

"You know you want me daddy and I'm so much more beautiful than any of your student whores." This hits him like a baseball bat. 

"You know?"

"Of course. Just like I knew about mom's indiscretions." He stumbles on to the bed and I wrap him in the double Fox cape. I'm all over him with the furs and my body. I've seduced him already as he gropes to come to grips with the reality as I begin fur fondling his huge cock. 

"Oh my god Anna." as I stroke him, I smile as I look into his wide open stunned gaze at me. His stunned condition is melting to the preliminaries of ejaculation as his lust for me overwhelms him. I feel his cock swelling in my hand despite the fur wrapper. I slide the furs down his cock a short distance driving him near to cuming. I do what I've seen cock suckers do in the porn sites but with fur. I wrap my lips around his cock tip kissing it and suck lightly at first, fur fondling his balls and exposed cock with the Sable throw until his cum wells up. I begin to bob on his cock taking more of it into my mouth as his cum begins to pulse into my mouth. Professor Alton Aalto is totally seduced by his daughter Anna, I think to myself with pride.

I look up at him with his cum on my lips ... "You've wanted my virgin pussy for a long time haven't you daddy? .. licking cum .. So close ... sensual ... enticing ... yet forbidden!" He's speechless as I return to his cock and continue fondling his balls to an ever more powerful ejaculation, moaning loudly "AAAHHH" like some huge burden released. I know he will have time now to take me slowly and deliberately without shooting off too soon. I've read about that spoiling everything.

"You did all this to get me to take your virginity?"

"Yes daddy." as I wrap my arms around him in his big cape, my flesh presses against him and I can feel his cock rubbing against my twat. We have a long and lingering kiss, the taste of his cum still in my mouth ... increasing in passion. 

"I knew you wanted to screw me in the furs daddy. Didn't you ever do mom in the furs?" His hands are all over my body increasing the furring and squirming together as we both get into the soft sensations all around our bodies. 

"No sweetie .. your mom just wanted my big cock in her twat." I think this is a new experience for daddy. So he's a virgin in fur sex. 

"Let me change that for you ... for us daddy." I whisper softly into his ear.

My time with Tina puts me in control!

Daddy is moaning and uncertain of what to do next? How do you take your daughter's virginity? He must be asking himself, I'm sure. 

"Let's take it slow daddy" as I spread my legs apart to him. 

"Spread your legs over mine daddy." and he complies. Still gripping his big stiff cock I scoot close up to him. He's looking down at us as I take his rigid pole and stroke my soft muff and swollen labia lips with its tip. His cum trail glisten in my dark auburn muff hair. 

"Oh my how beautiful and wonderful daddy!!" I mutter which seems to excite daddy all the more as a bit more precum oozes out. I can feel him shaking as I pull his cock closer into me, parting my labia lips. The thrill is almost more than I can bear and I'm already into small orgasms which I know daddy can feel and hear me have. He's gasping and shaking all the more as his cock head touches my clitoris. 

"Oh my god ... daaddddy!!" I scream as I orgasm big. "It's so incredible" and I press it harder to my clitoris and orgasm again. Daddy is beside himself with excitement and getting close to cuming himself. 

I slide back a bit. "Let's slow down a bit daddy."

"You suddenly don't want to do it?"

"Oh yes indeed. I'm so excited .. it's like fifty Christmases worth of excitement." as I stroke his body with furs and he fondles my tits with my Chinchilla. Daddy is getting into the swing of it as I shutter to the furry sensations around my nipples. He has found the magic buttons and is doing them more than justice as I shiver with the soft excitement between my thighs. 

Suddenly the image of daddy's big cock plunging into my hot pussy well, pumping and pumping load after load of his hot daddy cum deep into my pussy is all consuming.

I grab his fur cape lapels and pull him firmly to me. "Daddy take me now. Fuck me hard and strong." Daddy falls forward on me driving his big cock deep into my vagina, deeper than I had imagined as I scream. It is like I'm filled to my kidneys with his big cock. An orgasm rips through me like none before. It leaves me numb and gasping as daddy plunges and pumps in and out with firm and strong thrusts to the full depth of my womb. I don't even remember feeling my maidenhead being ripped through since all I can feel now is the euphoria of orgasm after orgasm rip through me. I soon feel the heat of his daddy cum flooding my womb. 

"Oh god it's wonderful daddy!!" which seems to drive him to greater excess .. "oh my god yesss .. fuck me more ... harder daddy ... fill me with more of your hot daddy cum!!" as he jettisons more and stronger pulses of cum to the very depths of my womb, flooding me with more wonderful daddy cum on cue. I continue to be wracked with strong orgasms and I can't seem to get enough of them. Such incredible love and passions I never knew! Oh my, it's like daddy can't stop cuming in me. It's glorious.

Finally we slow and slip apart. More from the physical exertion than wanting to stop. I think we both want to go right on screwing.

"Oh daddy!! That was incredible! Is it like this with all your whores?"

"No woman has ever come close. I haven't done any in furs and you are insatiable compared to any of the others. Anna .. this is incredible ... like nothing in my live ... ever. I don't need anyone else." 

Daddy is laying in the furs beside me and looks over at me with an almost helpless look. I swing over his torso and straddle his cock .. dropping down on him, driving his cock fully up in me even deeper than before. Daddy groans loudly and thrusts up firmly into my pussy. I scream and rock back and forth on his cock like a hobby horse grinding my labia lips against his crotch hair. 

His cock is massaging every inch of my womb. I can feel him thrusting and filling me to the walls of my womb deep inside. I am in orgasm instantly and ferociously as he squeezes my nipples with the Chinchilla. My twat contracts around his cock as he shoots hot pulse after pulse of daddy cum in deep inside again and again. After quite a few rounds of his ejaculations into me I feel his cock starting to soften. I slip off him and fall back into the furs. 

"No woman has ever taken me so long and so much that I went soft sweetie."

"Oh daddy! You did me so good and so long. I'm sooooooo satisfied." We fall asleep in each others arms wrapped in furs as the daylight fades and the room gradually goes dark. 

5

I awake the next morning laying face and bare tits down in the fur as I do nearly every morning. I love squirming in the fur as I awake, but I realized daddy's astride my thighs, his cock buried deep into my hot pussy from behind and he already has me in orgasm as I awake. I feel more of his hot cum pulsing even deeper into my womb and his cock feels like it is touching my stomach. Oh my it's wonderful and I can fell him fur fondling my cheeky butt which causes my twat to tighten around his cock. "Oh god Anna .. your twat is soo tight!!"

"Oh yes daddy you know what I like!" as he pummels me senseless. 

"Oh my I hate to stop but I have to get to class." as daddy falls off me I can feel our juices ooze over my pussy lips. I get up and head for his shower. I won't be sleeping in my bed any more or using the other bathroom I suddenly realize as daddy follows me into the shower. 

We wash each other lovingly then presses me against the shower wall with the hot water flowing over us, thrusting deep into me and I realize this is the first of endless morning shower fucks. My whole body is smiling as I orgasm for daddy and me as he floods my womb once more with daddy cum. I love it that he can't keep his cock out of me now.

We're both off to class together, he as Professor and me as a new Junior student. I decide to flaunt my new mink coat today at school. It's plenty cold enough with the snow. I'm not the only fur wearing girl at our university. There are a lot of very wealthy girls and some wear fur often. One is in my Lit class, Kelly. 

Today Kelly has on a sexy white hoodie fake fur jacket with open midriff. She likes to taunt the boys with her tight little petite body, sexy blond hair and virgin twat. She has nice jiggly soft tits also. I do the same kind of taunting of course. I'm just not a virgin anymore. After class I corner her in the empty classroom office and tease her over her "little" fake fur. She's a smug and sassy little rich bitch as she asks me if my mink is mamma's. 

"No bitch .. it's mine!" as I grab a fist full of her blond hair and hug her into its lush softness. I'm bigger and stronger so she submits. She shakes with a bit of fear and, I'm sure, a thrill as I crush her in a furry embrace. 

"You know its a real bummer still being a virgin at 20." she stammers, half apologetic. I kiss her with a strong suck face kiss then squeeze one of her jiggly tits with my fur.

"Maybe wear one of your mother's real furs next time!" and as I release her she gasps giving me a coy smile. 

Later in the day I find Tina and a wicked thought passes through my mind. 

"Tina, come to my place at four." I can demand her presence now and I know she will comply. I think she gets a sexual charge from it because she responds so eagerly since we really don't have any secrets from each other now.

When she gets to our house I take her into daddy's ... our bedroom and I proceed to seduce her in the furs I lost my virginity in .. the same ones I tuned her up with prior to that. I am sucking her out with her in wild orgasm just as daddy walks in. Tina is shocked over the situation she's in. It seems to heighten her orgasm as daddy watches his daughter seduce one of his sweet little whores. 

"Fuck her, fuck her for me daddy!"

His clothes seem to magically vanish as he is in his Super Fucker Fur Cape to the fur fucking rescue. He is between her thighs in an instant fucking Tina senseless, like never before.

"Yeah daddy fuck her harder .. make her beg for more!!" It's like I stuck a rocket up his ass. He drove into her and had Tina screaming and begging for release, then for more as I finger fuck myself watching. Tina is about to orgasm once more with her face in the furs. Daddy had flipped her over and is fucking her from behind. I slide my twat under her face and she sucks me out as never before in her orgasms. I orgasm as she orgasms and as daddy floods Tina's tight twat with cum. Tina is our first joint fur sex slave and daddy knows I know all his secrets.

Tina fumbles her self together and leaves for her dorm. She knows sex for her has just gotten a whole lot better.

"So how long have you been making out with Tina?"

"About a month now. If you want to bring any of your other student whores home with you feel free to do so. Who knows, I might take a liking to one of the others as well? I might have a special treat for you soon also." 

"You really got off on me doing her didn't? You're a perverse little seducer aren't you?"

"Yeah daddy, I really did. Didn't you like doing her for me?" 

"I don't think I've experienced anything nearly so erotic. What's the treat?"

"You'll know when it happens."

"Aren't you the coy one? I didn't know I had raised such a little nymphomaniac? You are quite the seductress."

"You know I may bring you prizes from time to time and you can have your student whores but don't ever forget that you are mine for eternity now. I'm not only your main fuck but your new wife .... daddy."

Alton is stunned with this reality which is totally true. Hard as he tried to suppress the desires for his daughter she has always been his main sexual fantasy since his divorce and her puberty. No wonder he has lavished her with whatever she desired. 

"Daddy, you've sure ruined Tina. She can't find another guy to satisfy her sexual cravings since you took her virginity and especially since we've done her together in the furs tonight. Guess we'll have to keep her happy."

"Yeah, ain't that a shame. What's the big SF on the fur cape you got for me?"

"Super Fucker .. daddy!"

Daddy and me have long, slow and very loving sex in our fur fucking capes before going to sleep that night, our second night together. Doing it in the furs together now is a real addiction for us both we realize. The full enjoyment of love and passions too long deferred.

6

Daddy and I get into a new routine of going to bed together and showering together in the mornings. At first it seemed a bit strange. My stuff ends up in mom's old places, his wife's places. Not that either of us wanted to change anything but it's still such a radical change in our lives ... our new life together. The passions before sleep certainly help to set the "routine". Things are anything but routine. We make love anytime and anywhere. I've claimed my place more deeply in his life and he in mine as full and true lovers. 

Our relationship was nearly complete before sex. Daddy and I have kept house, cooked and done most everything together since mom left. He's depended on me for things other men depend on their wives for. We had worked out a full and well organized life for ourselves, only now I'm doing it as daddy's full partner which seems to make the sex even better, fuller and richer. 

We haven't had any loving visitors since Tina but it's certainly not forbidden. In fact I think we both look forward to the excitement of our next mutual conquest. There's a wonderful rush and thrill in the mutual seduction I think we both enjoy immensely. Besides, I think daddy will miss those students of his and frankly I'm lusting after their seductions myself.

Later the following week I wear my new hoodie Crystal Fox long jacket that drapes on me very seductively and with a soft cashmere cardigan sweater hardly buttoned my little blond vixen is about to have her seduction completed. She's obviously wearing her mother's Silver Fox skirt length coat today. It's five sizes too big for her and she looks like a sexy little school girl wearing mommy's big fur coat. Coy dripping from her as I corner her, willingly, in the classroom office again. 

"Now that's much better my little fur bitch. Let me show you how it really feels." wrapping my furry arms around her and pulling her now willing body tight to me, my face buried in her soft blond hair and Fox hood I whisper .. "Seduction in fur is the most wonderful thing you can imagine my little sweet." She is breathing heavy and gripping my fur to her tightly. 

"Can I loose my virginity in furs Mistress?" 

"I wouldn't lead you on like this if you couldn't my little bitch in heat." She gasps and hugs me tighter. I slip my hand between our furs to find her soft tit. Pulling her blouse aside I wrap my fur around it and fondle her soft bare orb, pressing it to mine. She opens a little space so I can get them both and moans as I fondle both tits in fur and she strokes my tits lovingly with her fur. She can't resist pinching my nipples. I squeeze her tits firmly as she does.

"Oh my ... this is wonderful." She gasps from the tweaking of her nipples as I pinch them in the fur. 

"Now imagine getting a big hard cock thrust between your aching and wanting thighs while wallowing in an ocean of furs, being fondled all over."

"I'm ready now Mistress!" gasping with quick breaths.

"Very well. Come to my house at four and be prepared to meet your maker. Fur God will fuck you senseless." We part with big smiles.

The rest of the day goes by with my excitement level increasing to a fever pitch. I'm about to watch daddy deflower one of my virgin tricks. It's nearly as exciting as getting it the first time myself. 

She's at our house and she's still in her mother's Silver Fox. She looks so sweet and innocent, accentuated by her petite build and the huge fur. 

I start fondling her at the door. She's very responsive. I have on my big Chinchilla/Fox cape and we're engulfed in soft furs instantly. She is already shaking and moaning with the excitement. I have her nude in no time. I'm already nude and she's been nervously stroking my labia lips with fur already. She really is a bitch in heat.

I get her in our bedroom and have the schedule planned for daddy to be surprised. I start tuning her up as we wallow in the furs at first together flesh to flesh. I can tell she likes my body to hers and she can't keep her hands off my labia. I lay back and pull her face to my crotch gripping her soft blond hair. "Want a closer look?" She eagerly begins licking me and fur fondling my body. She's thought about this. Soon she is sucking me and fingering my twat in an exploratory way. I pull on her hair and hump her face to my twat like I'm using her face to masturbate. Don't think she has done another girls pussy before but she gets an A for effort so far.




Professor Aalto, Her View



I wince, groan and orgasm as she suddenly thrusts two fingers in my twat. I grip her hair even tighter and shove her face into my pussy harder. She eagerly sucks for all she's worth and I begin to orgasm for her, my girlie juices flood on her face and she eagerly sucks them up while fur fondling me more energetically.

She lifts her sopping face up and .. "When do I get cock and loose my virginity?" 

"About right now sweetie." as daddy walks in the door.

"Is this my surprise?"

"Yes daddy. I brought you Kelly, a twenty year old virgin that wants to loose it. We lost the big red bow already." his clothes hitting the floor as I speak.

"You must have a lot of pent up sexual desires?" daddy says to her.

Kelly gasps as his big cock springs out of his dropping pants. She backs up in the furs with the sudden awareness and reality of loosing it to a really big cock for sure as her legs involuntarily spread wide for daddy to view her virgin twat. Precum has already formed on daddy's cock. I stroke it with fur and drape the SF cape over him as he looks at Kelly.

"Are you absolutely sure about loosing your virginity Kelly?" daddy asks her as he pauses. My he's good, getting a full and active request!

"Yyyeess pleassee take me now. I want it so bad .. I'm your bitch in heat and I need to be satisfied." Wonderful I thought as daddy slides forward through the furs, his cock parts the furs headed for her hot blond harry pussy. I told her not to shave. Daddy likes it harry and so do I.

He does her like he did me. Her legs spread wide and his spread past her. I sit close beside Kelly and daddy watching as he strokes her muff and labia with his stiff cock. Kelly is shaking and screaming "Fuck me fuck me damn it!" but daddy takes it slowly and deliberately. She's working herself up into a frenzy and not a shadow of a doubt she wants to get fucked. I think daddy likes doing it this way. Gives her a chance to back out .. hah .. and daddy gets her really wanting it much more than she thought. Wonder how he did them before?

She scoots closer so his cock is piercing her labia lips and touching her clitoris. He presses hard against it and she looses it, screaming and writhing in the furs, having a huge orgasm. She presses to him harder and daddy slips into her tight pussy as she moans loudly. Her maidenhead is split asunder and she is shaking like in a seizure with his cock still only half in her very tight pussy. She is in near constant orgasm as daddy rolls and thrusts forward firmly and deeply into her womb. She has a quieter and swooning moan of submission as she lay quiet beneath him.

I'm leaning lightly on daddy's back as he begins to thrust into her tight twat. I can feel the full strength of his thrusts like it is into me. I slide around behind Kelly to watch as daddy thrusts repeatedly and wantonly into her womb. It's a glorious sight to see the strain on daddy's face and Kelly beginning to hump daddy's cock for all she's worth as I squeeze her tits with fur.

"Yeah daddy! Fuck her harder ... make her scream for mercy ... make her beg you to stop ... make her beg you to never stop." Kelly screams as daddy rams her harder and harder to my command. She begs for release and then begs for more, twisting and shaking her head and shaking her hair about as she moans and screams in ecstasy. I fur fondle her face and tits as she writhes, twists and thrashes about wildly under daddy's relentless pummeling. Kelly is beautiful as she mindlessly orgasms with daddy and daddy is magnificent and grand with his powerful thrusts into her helpless pulsing and twitching pussy.

Kelly is our first virgin-fur sex-fuck whore. She won't be able to get enough of us.

I straddle Kelly's belly, just above her twat facing daddy and he rams me the very next stroke, his cock slick with Kelly's and his fluids. It thrusts deep and smoothly into my twat as I moan. He gives me several strokes as I eagerly thrust back and Kelly is already screaming for him to ram it back into her so he thrusts back into her for several strokes and back into me again, back and forth 'till I shake with and orgasm just as Kelly is shaking with hers. It's like loosing my virginity all over again. Daddy and I are hugging smiling at each other as Kelly is screaming for more beneath us.

"Flip her over daddy!" as I roll away and Kelly is face into the furs with daddy thrusting deep into her from behind. 

"Oh my oh my ... what's happening?"

I now get to have Kelly suck me out as she gets pummeled. 

Daddy begins pummeling her twat from behind and I pull her head up by her hair dropping her face in my twat. She is instantly sucking me better than any so far. Her eagerness to please is thrilling, sucking my wet twat, wet with her juices, my juices and daddy's cum. She sucks me eagerly and diligently.

"What a wonderful little whore we have Daddy." We smile as we are orgasming and luxuriating in our mutual sexual pleasures. We reach out and fondle each other with our furs and he tweaks my nipples, sending jolts to my twat as Kelly pinches my clitoris between her lips. I instantly orgasm violently. 

Daddy says I shake and thrash my hair so beautifully when that happens. It sure feels sensual and orgasmic. I'm so glad I can please daddy that way. I work at it and it feels even better. I know he loves looking at me when we have sex of any fashion. I sure like watching him thrust into our whores. It excites me and that fires his passions. He knows I'll be totally receptive to him when he fills me with his hot daddy cum.

Kelly is released from our grip and she instantly goes for daddy's cock. She is sucking off her and his juices with eager attention. She takes almost all of daddy's cock into her tiny mouth. I have a light orgasm just watching as her soft blond hair flows over daddy's crotch and hips as she bobs on his cock. He jettisons another load into her sweet mouth and she takes it all. She then falls on me and kisses me with her lips dripping with their juices. The juices thrust into my mouth with our suck face kiss .. passionately.

"Yesss .. I'm your bitch in heat. I love getting fucked in the furs. Can I come back for more?"

"Only if you wear more of you're mother's furs." I remind her.

We pull her between us and fur fondle her all over, each of us with a finger in her tight little twat. We fondle and diddle her, pinching her sweet little nipples through the fur she softly and repeatedly orgasms after orgasm. She is confident she is our little fuck whore as we fall asleep together. It will be some time before another guy can satisfy her cravings. In the mean time she will be such a sweet little toy fuck for daddy and me.

When I awake Kelly is sucking on daddy's cock as he opens his eyes. He lays there enjoying the sensations for long moments and without warning he grips her tight little butt cheeks in each hand, lifting her up above his cock he rams her down hard as she grunts loudly and has an orgasmic spasm. Daddy proceeds to pump her on his cock like a masturbation toy while she twists and screams, wracked with orgasms while daddy pumps load after load of cum into her tight little twat. Daddy finally relents and she falls on his chest like a rag doll.

"Thank you Professor. That was incredible."

Daddy gave me a bonus treat for seducing Kelly. I think he wanted to make sure I would continue to get him virgins like Kelly. He gave me a beautiful Sable coat. We fucked with me wearing it the moment it came out of the box. He should know I want to get virgins for him. 

7

Daddy introduces me to Wendy. Another of his student whores. She is sweet and a bit mousy but in a very seductive way. I can see why daddy likes her. She's a brunette and wears Trotsky glasses. She is very sensual now that daddy has tuned her up real good. He has only screwed her twice and she wants a lot more. She's smart enough not to have to fuck for grades?

Daddy thinks she might turn out to be a favorite. He told her it was only possible if I like her. She wasn't sure or was it clear to her what that meant so daddy told her to come over during the day when he wasn't home and meet me. She's never done it in the furs with daddy either.

I'm wearing my Red Fox vest, suede out and nothing under it when Wendy knocks on the door. I also have on a new sheared beaver miniskirt with the leather side out as well. It has a colorful stitch pattern for the fur seams and it fits my butt like a glove. The Beaver is rolled over at the waist and hem so it is clear there's fur inside. It feels so good on my butt and hips when I move. It softly rubs against my muff too. I call it my self tuning outfit.

Wendy gasps lightly as I open the door. "Well hello .. Wendy I presume?" She fidgets with her glasses and adjusts her blouse as I touch her shoulder, ushering her in. 

"Oh my .. you must be Anna." she says nervously. 

"Yes I am. You look like you're chilly?" as I drape daddy's big Fox cape around her knowing it's nerves and not the cold. She exhales a soft moan as the fur wraps around her body, face and hair. Between daddy having already taken her virginity and this I figure she's pretty well seduced so I usher her into the bedroom to "talk". 

The cape is dragging behind her so she fumbles and grapples with its fullness and thick supple softness to get it in her arms in a big bundle so it won't drag on the floor. Every part she touches is Fox and it presses all over her body as she hugs it to herself, like a wrestling match. Just as I had planned. She wasn't protesting as she started breathing a bit heavier and going flush with the awareness of my smiling at her struggles. She's clearly getting very excited over this and looks at me rather sheepishly. What a wonderful start. 

We sit on the edge of the bed as she tosses the bottom of the cape over the furs on the bed. One relief and yet more fully engulfed in furs. Her sensitivity level is very high and she's going into orgasm soon. 

"Won't you make yourself a little more comfortable?" I allow my vest to fall open, exposing my tits to her as I scoot around on the Lynx spread and pull up my skirt part way so she can see the Beaver covering my beaver. I reach over and lift up her skirt a bit like mine. It's full and I can see almost everything she owns. No panties. She blushes and modestly pulls it back around herself.

"Oh come on Wendy ... as I move forward to her and shove the Fox around her thighs .. pushing her skirt up again. 

"Wwhatt do you want to ttalk abbbout Annna?" 

"Having sex with daddy of course. That's why you're here right?"

"Yyess .. bbut what are you trying to do to me?"

"Well why?" 

"Why what?"

"Why did you get daddy to screw you and take your virginity?" in an attempt to get more information from her and distract her from my fur fondling, if only briefly.

"I wanted to lose it but not to some dumb jock so I looked for the smartest guy on campus. I thought about it a lot and looked all over. The smart boys aren't smart enough to seduce me then I realized my math prof was probably the smartest and he is good looking too. When I tried flirting with him he said I wasn't very good at it and what did I want? So I just told him flat out that I was 18 and wanted to loose my virginity."

"Well? What did he say? Tell me what happened." while stroking her thighs softly and wrapping more furs around her.

"OK. We met at a motel and he screwed the shit out of me and I bled some. He seemed to enjoy having a bloody dick. I thought he would split me in half but after the pain I got real excited." 

I get her writhing more in the furs and she's getting distracted .. "So what then?"

"I asked him to do it with me again and he kept putting me off. I asked him if it was because I was a nerd or not pretty enough? He said no to both that he liked smart girls and agreed to do me once more. It was much better the second time. I wasn't so up tight." she's more involved stroking the furs now ... "So what was it like?"

"He fucked my brains out. So I asked him if he could do me every so often so I wouldn't get so incredibly horny or until I can meet another guy? That's when he said I'd have to talk to you .... so what do you want?"

"Daddy doesn't suffer stupid chicks very well as you know Wendy." squeezing her tits with fur ... a big smile comes over her face and she slips out of her blouse and bra. I unfasten her skirt and she lays back in the furs.

"Sex in the furs Wendy. Want to try it out?" as I lift my skirt and grip her hair thrusting her face to my twat pushing her into the furs as I do. She shrieks and resists at first but as she feels the furs to her naked body she begins to squirm and writhe in them. She slowly kisses my thighs at first then nuzzles my muff. I see she has a nice thick brown one herself. I let her get accustom to kissing and licking another girl. She is tentative at first but more eagerly licks my labia slit and kisses my swelling lips. She is already getting me quite excited with her initial reluctance. Finally she opens wide and sucks my whole labia in her mouth. I instantly orgasm with the tension and she is treated to my girlie juices which she tentatively licks then slurps up and then sucks my whole labia again, taking it all in.

"Good girl." I roll her over in the furs several times then wrap my cape around her and myself with daddy's cape as well. We wallow and roll in the furs for a bit and she is panting and groping at me with her excitement. It finally dawns on her what it is all about. I spread her thighs and dive into her thick curly muff licking up her slit to her clitoris. She jumps and orgasms. I grip her clitoris between my lips and relentlessly squeeze. Wendy goes into a constant spasm of orgasms, writhing in the furs and moaning as she humps my face.

I relent just as daddy walks in. "I see my daughter likes you Wendy." undoing his belt and slipping off his shirt with Wendy squirming and nervously wrapping furs around herself. I pull her back to me and whisper .. "Have you sucked his cock yet?" as daddy kneels forward on the bed Wendy leans forward and is sucking his cock like it's a mission. Daddy is smiling and stroking her hair as he shoots his cum into her mouth. She takes him fully and keeps sucking. 

"OK OK Wendy. Anna likes you and I see you know you must pleasure her as well."

"I've never been with another girl before Professor." Professor in the circumstances seemed odd but sends a warm flash through me. Wendy wants to please as she lets daddy roll her over and over in the furs, fingering her and fondling her for long moments. Wendy comes up from the fur wallowing with a big smile and wraps her arms around me kissing me passionately as she fur fondles me all over. 

Daddy takes her from behind as she is engaged in laying on top of me kissing and fur fondling me. He thrusts deep into her and pumps her twat for long moments then thrusts into me with equal force and fervor, pumping me for quite a while then into Wendy again 'till she orgasms then into me again to my orgasm. Wendy and I get it from daddy repeatedly that way hugging and kissing as we orgasm together.

"Now you girls play nice while I'm gone, hear?" he leaves for the shower and I go down on Wendy again with daddy's juices flowing from her labia lips. It tastes good and after my doing her she goes down on me. I orgasm softly, adding my girlie juices to his and hers. 

Wendy and I decide we really like each other a lot. She's smart like me. I have her wearing some of my furs since she's sexy in them and helps her somewhat mousy image quite a bit.

It seems Wendy likes seducing other girls too and recruiting virgins for daddy. We started doing it as a team. We found we can seduce just about any girl we target. Some are reluctant at first. They often become the most eager to please. Wendy is a stealth seductress. With her mildly geeky style it is not expected from her which lets her in the door. She's incredibly coy with other girls. We don't do lesbians since they won't do it with daddy. Heterosexual girls are a lot more fun to seduce anyway.

8

Daddy and I have a full life now with each other with me as his wife. Well, I'm still his daughter to the outside world that never seems to leave home or have a steady boyfriend. Our student virgin whores know the truth but aren't telling. The Math Professors student whores wanting to fuck for grades is only rarely mentioned and no one gives substance to it. There's more than one on every campus.

I bring daddy fresh virgins of age fairly regularly. I love the seduction of fresh young girls. Their so eager to please and so responsive to my furry touching and I love the way daddy makes them squeal when they loose their cherry. 

He doesn't have to work at seducing them the way he use to. I love doing that for him. He can pick and choose his students that badger him and just have to have him for at least a B, a C if their failing.

It's a fresh thrill each time and we sometimes have more than one at a time. It's nice to be doing my own student whore while watching and hearing daddy's little whore scream for release or more or both! I get to sooth her agony as he takes my whore the same way. Sometimes we watch them do it to each other as we fuck.

Since he made me his business partner for things outside the university, I always accompany daddy on official functions as we travel together all over. The same room and bed always. I wear furs all the time and make sure daddy is well furred and gets to screw me whenever we wish. I take him whenever I wish but I'll always be daddy's little girl.

Life goes on.



Professor Aalto, His View



She likes to see me pick cherries.

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1

I'm Alton Aalto, professor of advanced mathematics at the university. I had the misfortune of knocking up my high school girlfriend, Marge, then marrying her. The one part of that I don't regret for a moment is the daughter we spawned, Anna. She's wonderful in every way and has been a constant joy in my life despite the difficulties with Marge.

It was difficult getting through college, getting my advanced degrees and PhD but not impossible. She never worked and I even managed to indulge my wife in things beyond our means in an attempt to satisfy her. One of the extravagances I had lavished on Marge were a few furs I got her. My father always gave my mother furs and I felt it was expected of me to do the same. I grew up understanding that is a birthright for any woman you respect and love. The sexual fantasy part of that was my desire to have sex with Marge in her furs. She spurned my every effort.

Despite my constant sexual attention to her, I knew Marge was screwing around on me. Being the campus cockle is embarrassing enough if I weren't in such constant attention to her sexual cravings. As events unfolded she wasn't missed very long. More like the relief after beating your head against the wall for a long time. Anna didn't seem to miss her at all. Even the sense she expected it to happen. She has always been daddy's little girl anyway. Anna was easy to please and never a problem for me or for Marge in any realistic way. 

Marge lost it and left over Anna going into puberty. She never did connect in a meaningful way with Anna. I think it was more a convenient excuse and not a very good one at that. She left me with full custody of Anna and vanished from our lives with some guy.

Anna is not only very smart with her studies but in ways of knowing people. She never disappoints. She was a beautiful baby and grew to be a stunning woman in ways surpassing her beautiful mother.

After Marge left and I took on full parenting of Anna I realized even more what a remarkable, smart and industrious little girl she was. I never once asked her to do household chores. She just took on adult chores even at eight and turned them into opportunities. She grew and developed rapidly.

It wasn't long after Marge left that three things happened, changing the course of my life in ways I couldn't have comprehended at the time. 

The first were the student girls I taught, flirting with me and putting the make on me almost constantly from the time I first started teaching. I had never cheated on Marge as she did on me. This is a professional hazard that more than one professor succumbs to. 

I was starting to become big time horny from not having constant sex with Marge to no sex for several months. My situation became acute and I finally scummed to a cute Auburn haired beauty that kind of reminded me of a young Marge. I was a pushover. She was a nubile 18 year old virgin on top of that and desperately wanted me to take it for her. Any guys ultimate fantasy. We went to a motel in an effort to be discrete and we screwed like there was no tomorrow. I was hooked on an addiction that wouldn't go away and I didn't want it to. I never had to search for or seduce a student. They are constantly coming on to me.

My sexual relations with my students became very regular. I always had more than one I was having sex with. I always went to different motels and kept it discrete from the school and my daughter. I had developed an obsession by then over having a virgin to deflower. It became a thrill akin to my first time with Marge, an experience that helped me with the pain and loss of Marge initially but it too soon became an addiction. My students were all to eager to help me along.

I always made sure they were 18, protected and were very willing. I was surprised in this age of supposed promiscuity how many were 19 and 20. I could have openly dated several if they had been smarter. I swore after Marge I'd never be with another woman long term that wasn't smart. Living with Anna, as young as she is, was teaching me the value of smart women. 

A few of my fellow professors seem to specialize in bimbos, including their wives. At least I never cheated on Marge. That must be humiliating for their wives as it was for me. They have to know the way these guys flaunt their conquests, all very professorially mind you.

The second event was my getting a very lucrative consulting job with a Fortune 500 company. Seems that what I do for fun and compulsively mathematically they pay me several times my teaching salary for. This is long term, part time and permanent. It transformed our lives from doing pretty well to just about anything we wanted. 

That lead to the third thing. Getting furs for my "respected" young woman and myself. Indulging myself in furs was a new concept for me so I got us both the nicest fur spreads I could find. I also got Anna a few very fine real fur parkas and jackets. She was so incredibly cute and ... well .. sexy wearing them. I was compelled to get a few more for her as time went on. She would have no problems attracting boys for sure I thought.

As Anna advanced through school I always rewarded her for her major achievements with fur. After skipping the fifth grade I gave her a very fine dark mahogany mink parka that matched her hair. She not only went wild over getting it but she was incredible wearing it. This was the first time I had conscious lustful thoughts over my daughter and I mentally scrambled to suppress them. I was only marginally successful and I compulsively gave her more furs that just fed the vicious cycle of reward, lust and suppression. The lust never fully went away.

Since getting the fur spreads and watching Anna wear her furs I became more and more enamored with its softness and luxury. It wasn't long at all before I began to regularly masturbate at night. Images of Anna began to involuntarily occupy my mind when I touch the fur to me. They were somehow linked. I struggled with putting her from my mind when I masturbated. 

Despite screwing young girls frequently, touching myself with the fur reminded my mind of how truly horny and starved for meaningful intimate affection I really was. It was then that Anna's image would appear and none other. This became a major struggle for me.

As Anna grew it was like she sensed this in me and regularly wore furs around me as if she sensed this. Not in a blatant or vulgar manner but in a coy and innocent way. This was worse and was like throwing gas on a fire. I could take a girls virginity with wild sex late in the afternoon and by that evening be furiously masturbating before going to sleep with an empty heart and visions of Anna.

2

By the time Anna was 14 and had just skipped another grade she reminded me of myself more and more. I was compelled to give her carte blanch with buying furs. I just paid the bill. She had certainly earned them. As her body grew and filled out she was so lovely wearing the furs. I wanted to see her at her finest. It fed and fueled my fantasies despite my best efforts to put them aside. 

She took this liberty with my credit card and quickly turned it into a nearly profitable business buying and selling furs on line. I set her up with the legal stuff to do business. Soon the house was full of furs and we were both in heaven.

My young virgin whores certainly benefited from these frustrations with my passions that boiled over. I discovered from a few "confessions" that I had been secretly recommended for loosing their virginity by a fellow student. They all swore to secrecy but still .. were the fantasies for Anna that controlling of my life? 

By that time Anna was running and controlling the rest of our life together with the house and everything else. I was so busy teaching, doing my consulting work and screwing young virgins I hardly had any time to do anything around the house except the basics. 

I still made time to be with Anna ... cooking, having our meals together and listening to her tell me about her day. She was always dressed in the finest furs and though at times they seemed totally inappropriate still I was so glad she wore them. It was like she did it just for me? As a play or dress up thing of her own? I knew she was wearing fur on campus and around town. I would sometimes see her at a distance and it was like seeing a beautiful strange woman. With a reflex jolt I would realized it was her.

The thing that most concerned and mystified me was the lack of boys in her life or around the house. Most fathers would be happy about this and in a way so was I but I knew it was not normal. Quizzing her she said she hadn't met one worth dating let alone having one meet me. OK, so I have a very smart daughter but there are those raging hormones I experience screwing those young girls that I know must be cranking her up? She doesn't seem to have girlfriends either though she speaks of a few she sees on campus. We live and sleep in the same house .. I'm a mathematician who can unravel some of the knottiest problems of mankind yet I don't have a clue of what's going through my own daughter's mind?

When she graduated from high school and again when she started college, on the same campus, I allowed her essentially an unlimited clothing and fur allowance along with the on line fur business. There was never any discussion of her going elsewhere to college. If she had wanted to she certainly would have let me know. What I saved on her tuition being on staff, was more than made up by here bills. I am very happy since I get to see her on campus more frequently and am treated to a major fur fashion show every evening. She is so beautiful and sexy I'm loosing interest in my students sex demands. 

Anna has become so much more beautiful than her mother or anyone else around me that I'm becoming obsessed over her. Every night I have fantasies of us making love in the furs with my masturbations. I could take furs and have sex with my virgins in fur but it wouldn't be the same or as exciting I know. Besides if only as a fantasy, it is a thing between Anna and me. She's taking over my body and stealing my girls, becoming my girl in my mind ... in furs. 

The struggle over letting Anna remain a fantasy was something I had committed to from the first desires and it remains so. I have heard it is quite natural for fathers to have these fantasies for their daughters. I wonder if others have as strong an obsession or as pervasive and controlling of their lives? I hear stories of guys that just screw or rape their daughters on the spur of the moment. They must have no idea what is in their own minds or any self control? Any understanding of their daughters integrity or desires?

Start of the school year, Anna's junior year in college and she's turning 18. I'm very proud of how well she has done.

I've done so well with the corporation that they are pressuring me to go full time with them. I convinced them that the current situation is best since I not only enjoy teaching but it restocks my skills so essential to them. 

I of course didn't mention my other extracurricular activities I enjoy so much. This is my only sexual release and except for my fantasies over my daughter is very enjoyable and sexually satisfying. Much better than it ever was with Marge except for the very first time.

3

Our daily lives continued much as before with only the increased opulence of the furs she wears which would seem impossible. She began to wear skimpier clothes and fewer of them under the furs. Growing up she had always worn classical attire like modest skirts and T neck sweaters. She's not much different than the skimpy attire of many other girls now .. except for the furs. It's like a ratcheting up of my fantasies over her as if she's provoking them. It's getting unbearable but addictive. I rush home with the expectation of my vision fix of her in fur and masturbate furiously at night over her beautiful display.

I've worked very hard at ignoring her incredible breasts and nipples which she wantonly flaunts in her soft sweaters without a bra. I don't think she owns one. I've never seen her wear one. She has been wearing several fur vests with the fur side to her lately with nothing under them. That must feel fantastic and she lets them slip open, showing her breasts and big nipples. They look hard as rocks. She couldn't be? Could she?

An evening recently she gave me a scheduled fur fashion show to show me some of the new furs she had gotten. I had, unwisely, asked to see some of them, expecting her to bring them out and lay them out on the sofa or chairs. There were many furs laid about but she wrapped them around her nearly nude body and flaunted them and her body as she seductively moved and twirled the furs for my viewing pleasure like a fashion model. She sat in the furs wrapped in fur. Her breasts and nipples in the thinest and most exposing sweater yet, almost fully displayed wrapped in her furs. I was ready to throw her down and fuck her beautiful brains out. I masturbated in my fur spread like never before that night.

Yesterday afternoon I took Tina, my current favorite, to a motel and screwed her like there was no tomorrow fantasizing her to be Anna. It probably wasn't fair but Tina was beside herself with orgasms as I screwed her long and furiously. Tina is so much better and sensual than when we started. Much better than the others, like she's been taking lessons. She was so thankful, saying I had really ruined it for her and other guys. Such burdens I must bear. 

Yesterday evening all I could think of was Anna. I went about our normal routines thinking how badly I wanted to make love to her for real. I'm loosing control of my fantasies and self control. I won't dare broach the idea nor still do anything about it however. Maybe I should have suggested an out of country college!! 

I decided to talk to her about flaunting herself to me. Good idea? Bad idea? I didn't know but I had to do something. I simply didn't know what was going on in her beautiful and smart head.

This afternoon after classes I did a quick and very energetic workout at the gym to burn off some of my sexual frustrations. I almost took Tina to the motel again but realized the active acting out of my fantasies with her was making it worse. 

I came home and straight to the shower for a long hot and cold shower to purge my mind for my talk with Anna. 

I went into my bedroom still drying off with my face in the towel. I suddenly sensed someone in the room and lowered the towel to see the object of my wildest fantasies nude in furs and on my bed, surrounded by magnificent furs with her thighs spread for me to see all there was to see. She was like a Greek fur goddess drenched in the warm afternoon sunlight on a clear and snow covered day. I was instantly rock hard and nearly speechless.

"Wha .. Anna! My god what are you trying to .. oh my sweet daughter!" was all I could stammer out and I discovered my daughter is in control.

"Don't stand there like an idiot daddy! The mathematical probability of you fucking me now has risen to 200%." ... staring straight at my huge boner with a big smile on her gorgeous face.

"We can't do this honey! It's not right. It's unnatural. I just can't." as my desires push me to her.

"You know you want me daddy and I'm so much more beautiful than any of your student whores." This hits me like a baseball bat. 

"You know?" Oh my god how? She must be really mad at me!

"Of course. Just like I knew about mom's indiscretions." How incredible and perceptive of her. Well beyond my knowledge as I stumble into her trap I so eagerly want to be caught in. She has us wrapped in furs I have not seen and her bare flesh presses to mine. I'm about to shoot my wad with the thrill and I'm always so in control. My daughter has succeeded in seducing ME!!!

"Oh my god Anna." She's stroking my cock and body with furs, smiling at me like the cat that ate the canary yet sweet and seductively. She's been doing that for quite awhile .. getting me softened up? Oh my cock is about to explode and my sweet daughters lips are around my swollen cock head .. oh my god ... have I died and gone to heaven? The one thing the student virgins don't know how to do yet ... my sweet daughter is taking my cum like a pro. 

"You've wanted my virgin pussy for a long time haven't you daddy? So close ... sensual ... enticing ... yet forbidden!"

OH shit she's fondling my balls with the softest fur imaginable!! "AAAHHH" she got me again!! Her soft lips on my cock is incredible. No wonder I have such lust for her.

"You did all this to get me to take your virginity?"

"Yes daddy." As she wraps her furs and arms around me again and kisses me with my cum still in her mouth. Oh shit she's so sexy and seductive I can't contain myself as we kiss with the wildest and most passionate kiss of my life. I'll never let her go.

"I knew you wanted to screw me in the furs daddy. Didn't you ever do mom in the furs?" I can't answer for long moments as I stroke her marvelous body with furs, hugging her to me flesh to flesh. What an incredible woman.

"No sweetie .. your mom just liked my big cock." What a revelation. I've trained and provided for my daughter to plan this scenario. 

"Let me change that for you ... for us daddy." she whispers softly in my ear. She has it planned out and I'm under her control and don't have a clue of what to do next? What a sexual rush as daughter seduces her daddy!!

"Let's take it slow daddy" as she spreads her legs apart to me. 

"Spread your legs over mine daddy" and I comply. I'm the one that usually does this and controls it! She takes my cock and scoots up closer to me. I'm looking down at us as she takes my cock and strokes her soft muff and swollen labia lips with it. My cum trail glistens in her dark auburn muff hair. It's so beautiful I could cry. It's her first time and she's teaching me.

"Oh my how beautiful and wonderful!!" she mutters as I'm think it and ooze more precum. I'm shaking with excitement as she continues to stroke herself with my cock. She knows what she wants and I'll take anything she does with or to me. She sure has me moaning with pleasure.

I can feel her pushing my cock to her clitoris and she shudders .. "Oh my god ... daaddddy!!" as she screams in a big orgasm. "It's so incredible" and she presses it harder to her clitoris and orgasm again. I'm beside myself with excitement and getting close to cuming myself. 

"Let's slow down a bit daddy." as she slips back a bit I tease her .. "You suddenly don't want to do it?"

"Oh yes indeed. I'm so excited .. it's like fifty worth of excitement." as she strokes my body with furs. I fondle her tits with Chinchilla and tweak her wonderful nipples like I've wanted to do for so long. She shivers in response. Her magic buttons! 

It's not just her but all the new furs she's gotten I've not seen and we are making soft and passionate love in them! My wildest fantasies come true. It IS like fifty Christmases!

She suddenly grabs the fur cape she wrapped around me and pulls me into her. I fall forward and thrust my cock fully between her soft swollen labia lips and deep into her very tight and soft womb. The feelings and sensations are overwhelming in a way I have never experienced. The emotional rush is staggering. Taking your daughters virginity is a once-in-a-lifetime experience unless you have more than one. The only possible situation that could be better than this. 




Professor Aalto, His View



It isn't long before I'm unloading the biggest cum load of my life. It seems I can't stop pumping my essence into my daughter with the thrill of being inside her. I no sooner have released a load before I'm so hyper excited I feel another building and releasing. Never in my sexually active life. We make love for the longest time of my life. 

I'm overwhelmed over the soft wallowing in furs with my daughter, our bodies pressed tight to each other and the sensations of her body in my arms and between her thighs, her kegs wrapped around my body. The rush of my fantasy dreams become reality makes me even more lightheaded than I could ever imagine, driving me to excess beyond any I have ever known.

The sheer physical exertion is overwhelming so we slow and fall apart. I really didn't want to stop and I think Anna wants a lot more.

"Oh daddy!! That was incredible! Is it like this with all your whores?"

"No woman has ever come close. I haven't done any in furs and you are insatiable compared to any of the others. Anna .. this is incredible ... like nothing in my live ... ever. I don't need anyone else." 

We're laying on our backs in the furs recovering and my mind is racing through the times I've desperately wanted to screw my daughter. I look over to her in wonder and amazement at her beauty and what else?

She raises up with a big smile, swinging her leg over my hips and straddles my crotch. She drops down on my cock with her full weight and drives my revived cock deep into her womb. She grunts then moans loudly as she starts to slide back and forth on my cock, rubbing her labia against me, muff hair to crotch hair. We both begin to thrust and moan as I pump more of my cum into her warm soft womb. I fondle her tits and nipples with her Chinchilla again. Her pussy tightens around my cock in response so I continue shooting cum into her with her spasms and orgasms. I gradually soften which I've never done and she swings off and lays back in the furs. 

"No woman has ever taken me so long and so much that I went soft sweetie."

"Oh daddy! You did me so good and so long. I'm sooooooo satisfied." We fall asleep in each others arms wrapped in furs. I dream of Anna and me screwing in the furs all night. 

In the morning I'm so incredibly sexed up I fur fondle her for a short while as she lay with her face in the furs. Her marvelous cheeky butt feels so good as I softly fondle it with the Chinchilla. I don't think she can feel it enough to disturb her sleep so I swing over her thighs. I slowly fondle her butt and it raises up to press against the fur unconsciously. She moans softly in her sleep. My boner is throbbing for her moist warmth so slowly and softly I slide between her labia lips and soft muff. Slowly and softly I fondle her butt as I slip in and out, gently rubbing against her clitoris with my hard slick cock. Anna's hips quiver slightly and I increase the pressure. I don't think she's awake as this is happening. I can feel her orgasm grow as the pressure on my balls increases quickly. Suddenly she swoons as she awakes and shudders to a big orgasm with my strong ejaculation deep into her womb.

I furiously pump her and me to another mutual orgasm fur fondling her butt cheeks vigorously. Her twat tightens around my cock causing me to ejaculate even faster and stronger again.

"Oh yes daddy you know what I like!" pumping her more furiously 'till we both orgasm once more.

"Oh my I hate to stop but I have to get to class." as I raise up off her. We head for the shower and I realize we will be sleeping and showering together from now on. I screw her senseless in the shower.

Getting up and off to class will never be quite the same again. This is her first day as a Junior.

4

I get home late afternoon and find Tina in wild orgasm with Anna sucking her out! I'm stunned, jealous and super turned on. I was thinking about take Anna for another ride on the way home and am super sexed up as it was when .... "Fuck her, fuck her for me daddy!"

My sweet daughter was encouraging me to screw one of my whores in front of her that she had seduced. The lust I felt was overwhelming. It was like she had stuck a rocket up my ass as I launched into Tina like a man possessed. I ravaged her senseless.

"Yeah daddy fuck her hard .. make her beg for more!!" Tina was screaming with her string of big orgasms. Anna is watching intently, finger fucking herself with a big smile and mouthing "yeah yeah yeah" and I flipped her over and went into overdrive. Tina was moaning helplessly as she orgasmed on orgasm. I pump her with more cum than I ever have. Anna has Tina's face in her twat and she's sucking her out with a vengeance as I continue to pummel her. 

I finally relent and release her. She fumbled herself together right after and left. I think she had to figure this one out and recover.

"So how long have you been making out with Tina?"

"About a month now. If you want to bring any of your other student whores home with you feel free to do so. Who knows, I might take a liking to one of the others as well? I might have a special treat for you soon also."

"You really got off on me doing her didn't? You're a perverse little seducer aren't you?"

"Yeah daddy, I really did. Didn't you like doing her for me?" 

"I don't think I've experienced anything nearly so erotic. What's the treat?"

"You'll know when it happens."

"Aren't you the coy one? I didn't know I had raised such a little nymphomaniac? You must be quite the seductress."

"You know I may bring you prizes from time to time and you can have your student whores but don't ever forget that you are mine for eternity now. I'm not only your main fuck but your new wife .... daddy."

Anna has always been a good one or the obvious. 

"Daddy, you've sure ruined Tina. She can't find another guy to satisfy her sexual cravings since you took her virginity and especially since we've done her together in the furs tonight. Guess we'll have to keep her happy."

"Yeah, ain't that a shame. What's the big SF on the fur cape you got for me?"

"Super Fucker daddy!"

We made love as true lovers in the richness of the furs and I thought about my sexually complex daughter, what else she might have up her twat besides ovaries? Anna's passion is boundless in a way Marge never captured with all her whoring around and a week hasn't gone by yet since we first screwed. Her freedom with sex has us doing it anywhere and everywhere, any time. 

Since we kept house, cooked and did everything else together before having sex, the sex together was actually completing our relationship. It seems see was intent on having me all along, hence no boys. Seems she does like the girls, at least in relationship to me anyway. She seemed to take real pleasure in seeing me screw Tina senseless. Like it was some kind of fantasy fulfillment of hers in relation to me?

I had begun to depend on her since she didn't go away to college for things having to do with us as a family and my jobs. She took over many functions other professors wives do and began direct involvement in our finances. I started to do more than indulge her. I had her taking over certain financial aspects of running the household. I knew for one reason or another it was something she would have to know anyway. Despite her indulgences in furs our financial picture is fantastic. She has managed the books quite nicely. We really were coming together as a couple and filling in all the holes aside from my cock in hers. We did that frequently like we weren't sure it would stay filled.

5

Several weeks go by with our new routine, such as it was. Imagine my surprise when I come home one afternoon to find Anna in bed with a girl I'd never seen before clearly well seduced and writhing in the furs with Anna's juices all over her face asking her ... "When do I get cock and loose my virginity?" 

"About right now sweetie." Anna replies.

"Is this my surprise?"

"Yes daddy. I brought you Kelly, a twenty year old virgin that wants to loose it. We lost the big red bow already." 

"You must have a lot of pent up sexual desires?" daddy says to her.

As my clothes fall away it is clear Kelly is not prepared for my cock. She gasps and not totally in delight. She has a very tiny and tight twat as she displays it to me.

Anna wraps the cape around me like I'm Superman and at my side stroking my cock with fur like she is flaunting me to Kelly. I have my usual inquiry.

"Are you absolutely sure about loosing your virginity Kelly?" I ask and pause. 

"Yyyeess pleassee take me now. I want it so bad .. I'm your bitch in heat and I need to be satisfied."

She's more eager to loose it than any I've ever had! Anna must have cranked her up good. 

I decided Anna's technique was so fine at loosing her virginity I began that way with Kelly. It would give her ample opportunity to back out if she chose to. 

Anna sits close beside Kelly and me watching as I stroke Kelly's muff and labia with my cock. Kelly is shaking and screaming "Fuck me fuck me damn it!" but I take it slowly and deliberate. She's working herself up into a frenzy and not a shadow of a doubt she wants to get fucked.

Kelly eagerly scoots closer so my cock is piercing her labia lips and touching her clitoris. I press hard against it and she looses it, screaming and writhing in the furs, having a huge orgasm. She presses to me harder and I slip into her tight pussy and she moans loudly. I split her maidenhead and she is shaking like she's having a seizure with my cock still only half in her very tight pussy. She is in near constant orgasm as I roll and thrust forward firmly and deeply with the full length of my cock into her womb. She has a quieter and swooning moan of submission as she lay quiet beneath me. 

Anna is partly leaning on my back as I start to thrust into her tight twat slowly at first, eager to feel me thrust into Kelly's twat. She slips around in front of me to watch .. "Yeah daddy! Fuck her harder ... make her scream for mercy ... make her beg you to stop ... make her beg you to never stop." It was like pouring gas on a fire as I pummel Kelly's twat eagerly and wantonly to please my daughter's wishes. It's even more of a thrill when I did Tina for her and Kelly's twat is the tightest twat I've ever experienced. This is my first virgin fuck for my daughter. It seems like she's getting it again she's so thrilled with her eager cheering me on. It fires me in ways I've never experienced in all the virgins I've deflowered except for Anna.

Anna is fur fondling and tweaking Kelly's tits and face as I screw her with unbounded passion. I have to admit that Kelly is more beautiful than any before as she mindlessly orgasms with this onslaught to her pulsing and twitching tiny twat and my beautiful daughter's attention to us both.

Anna slips in front of me on Kelly's belly with her twat right over Kelly's twat obviously wanting dick to pay a visit. I thrust extra hard into her with my slippery cock. Anna moans eagerly and sensually as I thrust with the same wanton fervor as in Kelly. She's close to orgasm and Kelly is already screaming for cock to be back in her. I go back and fort with both climbing to a frenzy of an orgasm. Anna is so beautiful as she thrashes about in her orgasmic frenzy. We all nave an earth moving orgasm. I share cum with both. What a major two woman fantasy fulfillment with one being my daughter.

"Flip her over daddy!" and I flip Kelly face into the furs thrusting deep into her from behind. 

"Oh my oh my ... what's happening?" as I begin pummeling her twat between her thighs from behind. She screams even louder, muffled by the furs and then silenced by having Anna thrust Kelly's face in her twat. Kelly eagerly sucks Anna as she goes into another string of orgasms. Anna is having orgasms from the shear excitement of the situation I think. 

"What a wonderful little whore we have Daddy." We smile as we are orgasming and luxuriating in our mutual sexual pleasures. We reach out and fondle each other with our furs. I tweak Anna's nipples, sending jolts through her as Kelly pinches her clitoris between her lips. Anna orgasm violently. I love the wonderful way she shake and thrash her hair about so beautifully when she orgasms. I love watching her when we make love even more than before. I use to think a mirror on the ceiling above the bed was vulgar but with Anna I have to have one so I can see her from above when she's on top. Mirrors are wonderful devices.

We no sooner let Kelly lose then she goes for my cock. I'm amazed she can get my cock in her tiny mouth. I thought I was done for the night but she had me shooting in her mouth one more time. Anna and me admire Kelly's beauty with her blond hair over my stomach. We stroke her hair softly as she bobs on my cock. Kelly then falls on Anna and kisses her with her lips dripping with our juices. She thrusts the juices into Anna's mouth with suck face kisses.

"Yesss .. I'm your bitch in heat. I love getting fucked in the furs. Can I come back for more?"

"Only if you wear more of you're mother's furs." Anna reminds her.

We pull her between us and fur fondle her all over, each of us with a finger in her tight little twat. We fondle and diddle her, pinching her sweet little nipples through the fur she softly and repeatedly with orgasm after orgasm. She is confident she is our little fuck whore as we fall asleep together. It will be some time before another guy can satisfy her cravings. In the mean time she will be such a sweet little toy fuck for Anna and me.

Kelly is sucking my cock as I open my eyes. I lay there enjoying the sensations for long moments then surprise her by gripping her tight little butt cheeks in each hand. I lift her up above my cock and ram her down hard. She grunts loudly and has an instant orgasm. I pump her on my cock like she's a masturbation toy while she twists and screams, wracked with orgasms. I pump load after load of cum into her tight little twat 'till I let go of her and she falls on my chest like a rag doll.

"Thank you Professor. That was incredible." Wow! She loves it! And I thought I would scare her.

I gave Anna a bonus treat for seducing Kelly and bringing me such a hot and sweet little virgin. I wanted to make sure Anna would continue to get more like her. It was a gorgeous Sable coat. One like my mother always wanted. We fucked with Anna wearing it the moment it came out of the box. It has a long vent slit up the middle of the back. I rammed Anna from behind through the vent and between the soft Sable as I put the Sable around her and hugged her tight to me. I hump-fucked her hard. She screamed and orgasmed wildly. I shot into her twat non stop 'till it ran down my legs. There's something wonderful and incredibly primitive about fucking fully wrapped in fur. 

6

I introduced one of my new student whores to Anna. I've only done her twice. She's cute in an geeky sort of way and very smart. She doesn't have to screw for grades like Tina and others want to do but she insisted on me taking her virginity. She is seductive in a different sort of way. Her insistence on my screwing her for her satisfaction had me sending her to Anna for her approval. This is a new thing I'm doing now since Anna is now my wife. Anna and Wendy took to each other right away. We make love together rather often and she's often over for dinner even when we don't screw. Wendy says Anna's seduction of her was wonderful and that they are friends for life.

It was when we were making love as a threesome that I discovered the slit in the backside of Anna's fuck cape. I had just run my hand down her back and butt when I felt it. I thrust fully into her and humped her doggy style. She twisted and seductively moaned as only she can do. Humping her through the fur was an experience I know we will have often. Hump fucking her as I grip her to me and feel her and the furs writhing beneath me with my cock buried deep into her is the same kind of primitive fuck we had with the Sable coat only better. That slit will get a lot of use.

Well the smart girls just have to get creative so they go out and recruit more virgins together. Wendy is quite good, it seems, at seducing other girls and Anna has already proved she's good at it. They are all checked out as willing and of age. I knew none of this until I came home one afternoon with Anna, Wendy and a fresh red headed buxom beauty seduced in the furs on the bed. Mary was in serious heat and wet for go. I give my usual interrogation for certainty but I think she was so sexed up I could have asked if she would like to take a trip to the core of the sun and the answer would still have been yes. 

To the dual enthusiastic encouragement of Anna and Wendy I thrust deep into her hard and pummeled her wonderful wet twat quite energetically and mindlessly as they cheer me on. Seems Wendy likes seeing virgins get their due as well as Anna. Mary is screaming for mercy and for more. Anna and Wendy are very attentive to Mary who soaks up their mutual attention as well as taking my cock quite well. 

Her turn at sucking my cock was delightful with her generous and luscious lips wrapped around it. Mary gets off sucking my cock. Stroking her lovely red hair is a fine treat as I cum in her mouth repeatedly. She sometimes just sucks my cock. It's become one of my favorite things to do and have done to me. She's very responsive to our attentions. Not many of my previous student whores sucked cock or very well when they did. I think Anna and Wendy are a strong influence with their selected virgin whores. 

They seem to get the finest and most beautiful girls imaginable. Much better than most of my students though I still succumb to the occasional one that just has to get a better grade or just has to have me pick her cherry. I let Anna tune them up and sort them out for me now. They're so much hotter when she does. They're going to have to submit to her anyway. 

We keep our sexual life to ourselves and our "marriage". It is the Professor and his brainy daughter that socialize and deal with the professional meetings and tasks. Anna has become my business partner for the private side of things and this basically justifies our life together and removes any potential questions of our closeness. Our fur collection, public and private, continues to grow. We enjoy them and our sexual relationship more and more each day. 



Professor and Student Say Goodbye



The gentle knock on the door pulled me out of my writing trance.

"Hey professor!"

I didn't need to turn my head to know it was Helena. I could tell by the voice alone, having spent so much time working with her over the past three years in my media classes. Seeing her bounding into my office was always one of the most welcome parts of my week.

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I teach television production at a public university in the southwest U.S. The program attracts all kinds of students, most of whom come with some vague interest in being on camera, producing the news, or making movies. One of my jobs is to help them channel their vague interest into something they want to do for life as a professional. I like to say my job is half inspiration, half teaching actual skills, and half crisis counselor. Media folks aren't good at math.

Most of the students coming into our program are women. I suppose it's not much of a surprise given that a beautiful woman is made for the camera. I certainly didn't go into teaching because of this demographic, but being around gorgeous young women as part of my job certainly is a nice perk. I'm a pretty average looking guy -- decent looking enough and nearly 6 feet tall -- so I've never really been the type of man that women are just dying to give their attention to. I have to admit that part of the fun of my job is that I often get undivided attention from these young ladies as part of the teaching process.

My female students get a little flirty with me, but I think that's pretty normal in mentoring relationships. It's always in fun, because they're grateful to be getting knowledge that helps them or you spend extra time helping them. I have never taken it to mean anything more than superficial behavior, and because of that I have a little fun with the relationship too. Despite my average looks, I know one area where I'm more gifted than most men. Not only do I have an 8-inch cock, but it gets pretty thick when it's erect. Because of that I like to wear jeans that are tight around the crotch when I teach. I don't teach while aroused or anything, but there is a detectable bulge there simply from stuffing too much into too little space, and I enjoy the occasional fleeting glances from my female students as I pace the class during working labs. My students have never acted on any friendly flirtation, but they know what I have under the hood so fair is fair, I suppose.

Helena has always been a special one to me. I've been at my school for 15 years now and in my time I haven't worked with any student more closely than her. She's one of those rare students who come in knowing what to do and she is someone who has done some early reading and study to figure out where she needs to be. In other words, she's prepared for her studies, not fishing for a career. Because of that I have gotten to work more closely to help her further along, and as a professor it's a rare treat to get an advanced student and get to help them.

I was attracted to Helena the minute I saw her in my first class with her. She's exactly the kind of woman I consider to be most attractive, with a short and compact body (about 5-foot-3) with auburn hair. Short women with small breasts just do it for me, and Helena was all that and more. The first time I saw her in a class she was wearing a loose-fitting V-neck t-shirt and apparently with no bra, as her pokey nipples suggested thanks to an overly air-conditioned room. She was wearing tight-fitting jean shorts that showed off her gorgeous toned legs. As I paced the room during lab I couldn't keep from glancing at her occasionally, wondering who she was and hoping she was taking this class because she was majoring in our department.

Fortunately she was. She first came to my office about two weeks after that first class looking for help on setting up a video project she wanted to do on the side. Music to my ears -- a student wanting to do extra work beyond the requirements? I spent a lot of time working with her on the light and sound setup, and then talking through different types of editing forms in post-production.

Through this whole labor of love I got to know Helena better. She was a sharp student with a wonderful mind and infectious laugh. We often found ourselves joking around about story ideas. I have to admit over time I let my guard down a bit more, suggesting more risqué titles for her segments that had nothing to do with the content but were clever plays on words that would get more viewer attention. A smarter version of myself would realize this was a sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen, but Helena would laugh at the suggestions and occasionally use them. It only encouraged me.

The thing I really liked about her is that she was normal and down to earth despite being in a sorority. A lot of sorority girls have a bitchy or better-than-you attitude, in my experience, but Helena was a normal girl. I saw her exhibit random acts of kindness to other students in classes, helping them out even if she wasn't getting credit for it. She was just a genuinely nice young woman with a maturity that was much more advanced than most of her peers, and was hard not to be attracted to that.

Often times Helena would stop by my office after most of my colleagues had gone home, seeking for help. Again, a smarter version of me would probably have asked her to come back when there were others around so there would be no hint of impropriety, but I found it harder to say no to her.

"You're 'that professor' to me," she mused one day while we were meeting in my office to go over her latest website stats.

"Hmmm?" I said, figuring I knew what she meant but I let her elaborate.

"You know, like how everyone has that professor that inspires them to do bigger and better things or see the world in a whole new way," she said. "I don't thank you very much, but I do want you to know that you're that professor I'll always remember. You're the one who inspired me to pursue my dreams without forcing it on me. Some profs here basically are trying to force you to live their dreams, but you just listen and encourage me based on what I am thinking I want. I feel empowered because of how you mentor me."

It's always nice to hear these things. I told her thanks and reminded her that's why I do what I do, that it's important she get everything she needs from the college experience so she can be successful in life.

"Funny," she said.

"Pardon?" I asked. "I wasn't making a joke there, I promise!"

"No," she said. "What I mean is it's funny how we talk about student-professor relationships like it's all about the student experience. Nobody ever thinks about what the professors want or need. I promise I won't be like that. We are going to be lifelong friends."

I swallowed a little, not sure what she meant but the dirty mind in me had high hopes. Fortunately she returned to her analysis and I had no time to push the issue against my better judgment.

One evening Helena wanted to go over a design change to her video so we sat next to each other at a table in my office, where she could show me on her laptop what she wanted to do. We sat next to one another and her scent was intoxicating, a mix of perfume and hair conditioner that gave off the vibe of a young woman full of life. A few times during the session I leaned in to play around with some of the video clip ordering on the laptop and our legs touched around the thigh and knee area. The touch of her beautiful bronze leg to my thigh, combined with her intoxicating aroma, was like an electric jolt in my body. This happened a couple times, and then at one point she reached for the keyboard trackpad to stop me from changing something, and at that point we touched hands. Another jolt to me, feeling the skin-to-skin touch. Innocent stuff, but I was her professor. I might as well have groped her.

I could feel my erection growing. In this case the tight jeans worked against me in ways that were literally painfully obvious. At one point I caught her sneaking a glance down at my bulging crotch and I was embarrassed, trying to cover up the growing problem in my pants without calling attention to it.

That night ended fairly quickly and without lines being crossed, but she did give me a quick thank-you hug on the way out for the first time ever. It was not the last time we had moments like this, and I found that she was stopping by more in after-hours time to get help. I couldn't tell if she was trying to tease me or if she was trying to gauge my interest. She clearly had seen my interest south of my belt line, but that didn't mean I'd act on it.

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Thus today's knock on the door and the standard "Hey professor!" greeting. It was after hours again, but Helena didn't have much reason to be here. Classes were over and she was about to graduate, just waiting during that standard week we have between final exams and graduation. Why was she here?

She looked good. Damn good. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that all of the women in her sorority had and it showed off the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. What was it with her and no bra? I immediately could make out her nipples but tried not to stare. What I would give to suck those things.

She was showing off her legs too, wearing those short soccer shorts she had from playing varsity ball for four years. Tennis shoes with no socks and a musty odor in the air. I think she'd just come from a workout because her hair was a bit tousled and she had a bit of a sweat going. I shifted uncomfortably behind my desk to hide my growing erection. This girl was a hot little vixen.

"How are you?" I asked her with genuine curiosity. That weird zone between finished classes and graduation is always hard on the student who is about to start a new phase of life.

"A bit frazzled, actually," she replied as she closed the door behind her -- I made a mental note of this, with my mind racing to be sure I'd seen all my colleagues leave today so they wouldn't think anything was going on. "I'm trying to get everything packed up so it's ready for my move. I start work the Wednesday after graduation so I'm on a really tight timeline. I've been working all day getting stuff boxed from four years of living in the same apartment."

Helena had landed a sweet job working on the set of a major motion picture, the chance to study under a top director in Hollywood. I was so incredibly proud to hear the news and she was plainly excited to get going.

"I remember those days. Just don't forget to enjoy the ride. Graduation only comes once and don't lose sight of how you got here, let alone miss the moment right in front of you. Anyway, what brings you by? You don't want to change some edits again, do you?"

The joke made her laugh. This was a regular occurrence with her.

"Actually no, I just wanted to get a chance to thank you for all you've done for me. My parents are in town to help me pack and I was afraid I might miss you at graduation with all the activity that goes on there."

She had a few tears in her eyes and came to me for a hug. I stretched out my arms and swallowed her up, and even though I was her adviser it was just dawning on me that we were going to be saying goodbye to one another at some point soon. I had gotten too close to her and now I didn't want her to go. 

She leaned in close, a bit too close. Closer than she'd ever leaned before. We'd hugged in the past, but this was different. She was melting into me this time. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her tight. I found myself grateful that finals were over, and that means everybody was gone and likely not coming back until fall classes were starting. It was just Helena and I and suddenly I was feeling like I could get a bit naughty if she pushed it.

Helena stayed like that for a spell, resting her head on my chest. I felt like a dad hugging his daughter, so proud of her and so fond of the close bond we'd built over the years. But I wasn't just a father; I was a mentor and a friend who'd guided her through some growing years.

Unfortunately I also was attracted to her, and the smell of strawberries wafting from her hair wasn't helping. I had to shift because of the ache forming in my pants. My cock was loving this moment even as I tried to cover up the fact. Helena leaned into me and brushed up against the bulge in my jeans, perhaps by accident but perhaps not. I froze, not sure how to react. But she just sighed a bit and I wasn't sure how to take that.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I don't know what got in to me."

She looked up at me, deep into my eyes with the kind of stare you only get from those you know intimately. I've spent a lot of time with this girl for three years. We both cherished what we had. Me, the mentor glad to give time to an eager student willing to apply themselves. Her, the student hungry to learn and grateful for time from someone who is willing to share their expertise.

"I know what got into you," she said. "At some point I feel like you stopped being my professor ..."

".... and we started being friends," I finished.

"Yeah, that's about right. And I don't want to say goodbye and lose that."

"Still," I said, "I know that it isn't cool to get aroused around a student, even one I'm close with. There's the age difference, the fact that I have a position of power in terms of your grade, and so on. I don't like the thought that I'm taking advantage of a student."

"Not anymore," she said with a smile. "I'm about to graduate, remember?"

Was this an invitation? I told her I was flattered.

"It's a compliment. A big one, apparently," she said, suddenly raising her eyes with a bit of mischief in her voice. "Shouldn't our relationship for once not be entirely about what I'm getting out of it?"

"I don't know what to say," I said. "But I care about you too much to force something like this. You don't owe me anything. I should be thanking you. It's not every day a gorgeous young woman wants to hang out with a guy like me."

The room went quiet for a bit.

"You think I'm gorgeous?"

"I think you're a knockout," I replied.

I had never thought really about fucking one of my students other than in the wild fantasies I enjoyed in the privacy of my own mind. Sure I liked the give and take, where the students would flirt thinking it would get them leniency in the final grading (it didn't) and I'd tease back with tight jeans, but actually fucking a student is a line I never thought about actually crossing. Not that I'd ever had the chance, but I know it's hard to go back.

And yet there she was. Even if I would have fucked this gorgeous young thing in a second, I found it hard to believe the desire was mutual. I was dizzy.

All pretenses and fake putting-up-a-fight behavior was gone.

"I don't think this is a good idea, Helena,"

Silently, she dropped to her knees and started undoing my belt.

"I mean, I could get in trouble and your graduation would be in jeopardy if anyone found out. And I really mean it when I say I don't want you to think I was helping you all this time so we could do ..... this."

Her hands were shaking a little bit as if she was doing something she'd wanted to do for a long time but was now finally realizing the moment. She carefully undid the button on my jeans and pulled my zipper down. The only thing separating her and my cock was a thin layer of cotton from my boxer shorts.

My protestations weren't going to matter. I decided to just go with it. I was about to get sucked off by my student

The next moment felt like an eternity. She was clearly able to see what was there and just stared. I felt like she was making a mental guess about its length just based on the outline and the bulge. She was breathing a bit more raggedly now. I should have known what was coming next -- I mean, my pants were down in the middle of my office -- but at the same idea I had no idea what was coming. My brain was basically not working well.

She reached for the elastic on my boxers and pulled it away from my body, then pulled my shorts down. My cock practically jumped out at her, and she let out an audible gasp. Like I said, 8 inches, but at this point there was so much pent-up sexual energy that I am sure it had way more girth than normal. Length is overrated, in my opinion; in my experience I get much more attention when my cock is thick.

"It's beautiful," she said, admiring my bulbous purple head and the network of throbbing veins that twisted around my rock-hard shaft.

Helena looked up at me, as if even though she'd pulled my pants down she was still begging for permission to touch it. I looked into her eyes and merely nodded. She reached out with her small hand and touched it mid-shaft, then wrapped her hand around it. She had a look of wonder in her eyes as she did it.

"It's harder to get my hand around you than I thought it would be. You are just so ....."

Her voiced trailed off. She didn't have to say it. But hearing the compliment from this beautiful young woman only made me swell. I swear my cock got a half-inch thicker in response, but that could be the sexual daze talking. Either way, the head was growing more purple and urgent by the minute, and it was noticeable. I didn't want to ask anything of her, but I wanted her to want it. To want to do something.

I think she knew. Helena smiled that beautiful wide smile of hers, then leaned in and kissed the head of my throbbing cock. I gasped at the sensation of her beautiful lips on my throbbing cock,. I couldn't believe this was happening. Then she parted her lips and took me just past the head, then back, then further down the shaft, then back. I groaned out of pleasure, not believing my luck and not sure if this was some sort of dream. She was trying to see how feasible it was to get me in there, and she became more bold. I had to crash back into my office chair, knees too weak from the pleasure I was feeling. Helena just took that as a sign to go further, scooting up to me and burying her face in the effort with a crazed look of lust in her eyes.

Within seconds she was bobbing up and down on my thick rod with expertise and reckless abandon. She was damn good at this, and if her moans were any indication she was getting some pleasure out of this herself.

I was seeing a different side of Helena. She was a nice girl, but she was showing a wilder side to her that I hadn't seen before. It just made me want her more, this feeling I had as I watched her innocent student charm melt away in a pool of unfettered sexual thrill. I was starting to breathe heavy with the occasional grown as she took in about 80% of my cock. I instinctively reached for her hair first, playing with those gorgeous strands as she continued to work her magic.

If she was just doing this because she felt obligated, there was no sign of it. She licked around the head with precision and sucked like she was on a mission. She was good at this. I looked longingly at her as her head rose and fell in my lap. Her hair was pulled back into a short ponytail and she stared at me with a kind of tenderness I didn't expect. She was taking her time to make this excellent, and I had no complaints.

Eventually my hands dipped below her shirt collar, fondling those mysterious unharnessed breasts and squeezing her nipples. She gasped with pleasure and pulled her head off my cock. She pulled the rest of my pants and boxers off and made me stand up so she could remove my shirt. While she did that, I started to work on her pants and underwear.

The only thing left was her blouse, and I slowly unbuttoned it, half out of anticipation and half because I was trying to stay focused in my delirium. Finally the last button, and as I pulled her blouse back to her shoulders I saw her perfect young breasts for the first time. They were beautiful, something in the 32A range and pointing upwards even without her fully erect nipples. They were perfect for everything I wanted to do to them. I touched her soft flesh and she sighed as I caressed her perfect tits. 




Professor and Student Say Goodbye



I couldn't help myself. I leaned in to kiss each one, back and forth and around each areola as I teased her nipples with drawn-out anticipation. Finally I licked her right nipple and she let out another sigh, only encouraging me to further kiss and suck her right breast as my hand fondled her left. I brought her down to my lap in the chair and she crouched on me as I went to town on her perfect chest. I was in heaven. 

She seemed to realize she'd been distracted from my cock but as I was working her breasts she began to stroke me again using the mix of precum and saliva that had been accumulating there. Her other hand was beginning to rub her clit even as I continued glorifying her breasts, and there was a building sense of urgency and ecstasy.

"Lie down," I said.

She collapsed onto the soft carpet of my office floor and I stepped over her. I needed to taste her pussy in the worst way. I slowly parted her legs, kissing my way up her thighs as she squirmed in anticipation. She had a light patch of hair there, not fully shaved but not out of control either, and I began to trace circles around her thigh and crotch area, always getting close to her pussy but never quite getting there.

"You're such a tease," she said in the breathiest, sexiest voice I'd ever heard. "It feels so good but damn you for making me wait like this."

Finally I moved my nose up to her sopping wet hole and inhaled. It smelled like arousal mixed with a hard-day's work packing boxes. The mixture of sex and sweat was too much for me, and I dove in, licking her engorged button and occasionally inserting a finger to tweak her g-spot. Meanwhile my other hand was grabbing her beautiful tits, taking handfuls and squeezing her nipples.

Helena moaned with pleasure, shifting around as she tried to take in the ecstasy. It only made me probe deeper with my tongue, seeing how far I could insert it. I alternated between sucking, licking, and biting down in her pleasure zone, using my tongue and fingers like I was playing a symphony and watching her every movement and reaction to make sure I was maximizing her pleasure.

She ground her hips into my face as if my tongue could not possibly go deep enough, and this only encouraged me more to keep trying. And who wouldn't? Her sweet pussy tasted like honey to me and I was more than willing to be her busy bee.

"Turn around," she said while panting. "I shouldn't be having all the fun."

Little did she know, but who was I to argue? I shifted around so I was going down on her while keeping my cock near her face so she'd have access. As I licked her pussy she grabbed a hold of my cock and resumed stroking. We were in ecstasy, giving one another mutual pleasure and thanking one another for three years of a beautiful partnership. Then she surprised me. I felt the light pressure of her tongue on my balls as she kept stroking. She'd lifted her head to get the access she needed and I was in heaven. I love it when women lick me there; I'm not sure there's another feeling like it.

We continued like this for several minutes and both got more aggressive in masturbating the other. I was jamming two fingers into her tight pussy while licking furiously, and she was stroking me off like an expert while occasionally licking my balls.

I felt the surge building and I knew it wouldn't be long, but I got the sense she was right there with me. Her pussy was tight and swallowed up my fingers as her velvet walls began to contract.

"Helena. Helena honey, I'm going to cum if we keep going this w-way."

"M-me toooooo ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Not sure if I triggered that or what, but suddenly her pussy clenched on my fingers and her thighs started shaking like an earthquake. She was thrashing about in a way that was wild and utterly sexy, giving in to the pleasure. Just a few minutes ago she was almost shy, asking for permission to touch my cock. Now she was having a visible orgasm in a manner that suddenly put all porn to shame.

"Oh GOOOOOOOOD! Oh my GOD!" she yelped.

That sent me past the point of no return. I felt my own orgasm building as I watched her writhe with pleasure and scream as she went over the edge. Even as she was calming down, she was seeing the signs with me and quickly flipped me over, hungrily sucking down on my cock as I began to come.

I'm not sure I've shot a load harder in my life than I did in that moment. The first shot escaped with such force that it jolted me, and Helena let out a little squeal as it entered her mouth. She kept sucking and bobbing like a good girl, milking my cock for every drop of cum I had, but she seemed taken aback by the sheer volume. Over time it slowed down and my cock became sensitive to the point where she had to remove it from her mouth.

We laid there on the carpet, still breathing heavily in our tangle of nakedness and in awe of what just happened. Here I was, average Joe professor, having just experienced something amazing with a gorgeous young student who genuinely wanted me. She was laying by my side, head on my shoulder and fingering my chest hair.

"You are a lot to handle," she said, breaking the silence.

I chuckled, knowing she could have meant either my size or the volume of my cum. Or both. I didn't bother to ask.

"Yeah it's tough for a mouth to take all that in. I suppose that's why oral sex isn't the usual way of doing things," I mused.

I wasn't really thinking anything when I said that, still enjoying the waves of pleasure from what I'd just experienced. But I immediately realized what I'd just suggested. A blowjob is one thing, but I silently scolded myself for suggesting she'd want to have sex.

"That's true. I wonder if you'd be a better fit somewhere else."

"Mmmmmmm, that might be true," I said a bit tentatively. She didn't seem offended but I didn't want to be presumptuous.

Suddenly she propped her head up on her elbow. I took her in. God she had a gorgeous body. I couldn't believe after all these years I was laying naked next to her in my office.

"Did you ever fantasize about this?"

"W-what?" I stammered. Not sure I should answer this one.

"Come on, you're a guy. How could you not when we've spent so much time here late at the office? Plus I liked to look at your bulges when we were close to each other during my office visits."

She giggled. Guilty as charged.

"Yeah, I did. But I never thought I'd act on it, let alone get the chance."

"So what was your fantasy, professor?"

She called me professor, but it wasn't a formal reference. She seemed almost like she wanted to role play. I'm sort of a reserved guy. I don't tell my fantasies. They are the subject of much masturbation as I play these ideal scenes in my head, but I don't talk about them. But I felt so safe with Helena.

"Really want to know?"

"I'm dying to know."

"Well, OK, but you asked. In my fantasies you come in to my office late at night wearing something similar to what you had on just a few minutes ago, tight t-shirt and running shorts, tennis shoes and no socks. I've seen you come in after workouts so much that it's become how I see you as sexy."

"Wow, really? I always feel like a mess when I'm dressed like that."

"Trust me, ladies think guys want them all dolled up but we're more animalistic than that. Anyway, you come in and I shut the door, then tear off your shirt and bra and pull down your shorts. I leave the tennis shoes on. Something about you naked and in tennis shoes gets me going."

My erection was coming back even as I talked, but I don't think I was the only one getting aroused. She had unconsciously started stroking her clit while I was talking.

"So you're naked except for those cute tennis shoes of yours and I take off all my clothes. You ask me to turn me around and lean you over the desk, and I obey. I have sex with you from behind, spreading your legs wide and filling up your pussy with my cock."

"That sounds .... g-good."

Her eyes were closed and she was listening while rubbing herself. I didn't want this to get away from me. I rolled her over and grabbed her shoes, helping her put them on while I rubbed and licked her breasts. I stood up and lent her a hand, and she grabbed it. Without a word she walked toward my desk, turned away from me, and put both palms down on the oak top.

She turned and looked at me with a grin that was mixed with pure lust.

I walked up behind her and got in position, parting her legs and putting the tip of my cock near the entrance to heaven. But something made me stop.

"We don't have to do this, you know," I said quietly. "I never thought we'd be here, and you don't owe me anything."

"I know," she said softly. "But I have never wanted a man this badly."

I should have jammed in in there but I took to lightly teasing her a bit.

"Tell me," I said. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"Yessss!" she hissed. "Fuck me."

"Who do you want to fuck you?" I asked.

"Fuck me, professor. I need to feel your giant cock inside of me. I've been waiting for this for more than a year. Fuck me, please. Please! I need this so much."

"Why should I fuck you?" I teased.

She was breathing hard now, getting impatient with my patience. "Because you know you want me as bad as I want you."

I couldn't hold out any longer. I plunged my engorged cock into her tight little pussy and buried it in her. She gasped several times at the sheer size of it, slowly wriggling her butt to get me all in. I stopped for a few seconds to get her used to it, because damn was she tight. Then I started to slowly work in and out of her. I was in heaven, enjoying the feeling of her tight slick walls as they became one with my cock.

Helena's breathing because more and more unsteady. She was gripping the desk and occasionally knocking things off as she repositioned her hands. I was enjoying every minute of this, as I could lean to the side a bit and see her pert tits swaying as I drove into her. Occasionally I'd remove my hands from her thighs and grab her tits, massaging them as I fucked her, other times massaging one breast as I massaged her clit.

"You are so tight," I said while panting. "It feels amazing. You feel like velvet inside and your pussy is clenching me tight.

She was moaning steadily as I worked, and cheering me on by talking up a storm. I'm the kind of guy who wants to know how it feels. I like women who are talkative during sex.

"God it feels so good!" she said. "My pussy feels so stretched and you're hitting me in all the good places. You're so huge and I love the feeling of you fucking me. I've wanted this so long."

I was overcome by my emotions. Despite the crazy animal lust that was driving my thrusts into her, I was feeling something unexpected. I loved this young woman. Not in a marry-her-and-have-kids kind of way. I loved who she was. I loved the kind personality, the infectious laugh, the intellectual curiosity that she showed in her studies, and the work ethic that drove her to try harder than her peers. I loved her. This wasn't some random piece of undergraduate ass to me. She was special, the kind of lover and friend I expected to have for years. I was honored to be screwing her silly.

This lovely woman, who I'd spent so much time with over the past few years. I'd worked with her, met her parents, done lunch, and taught her in class. I wonder what her dad would think of me fucking his little girl right now?

"I love you too," she grunted with eyes rolled back into her head, which brought me out of my trance.

Oops, I guess I wasn't just thinking to myself there. Rather than explain myself and get an explanation from her, I just kept going. We were finely tuned now, me jolting her with my long and thick cock and her body absorbing thrust after thrust.

"God you are so BIG!" she said. "This is how I always pictured it, you filling me with your big cock. I used to masturbate to that image every night and now you're doing it for real."

She was moaning and panting and now that the floodgates were open she was talking a blue streak.

"Unnnngh, I want you to cum inside me," she said.

"Are you sure?" I panted. I realized just now that I was taking her without a form of protection. The little head was in full control here, obviously.

"It's fine, I'm on the pill," she said, eyes closed. "I need to feel your hot cum in me."

That sent me into overdrive. I lifted her up by her lower legs so she was parallel with the floor, legs spread atop my desk and her pussy right at the edge, perfectly positioned for me. I increased my pumping and rubbed her clit underneath. Helena began thrashing about , overcome with the feeling of her clit being rubbed and her g-spot being attended to with every thrust from my giant cock.

"I'm cuminnnnnnnnnngggggggg!" she screamed. "This feels fucking amaaaaaaazinnnnnnggggg!"

That was all I could handle. The pressure in my balls was too much. Suddenly her pussy got extra warm and full as I filled her up with my thick juice. She shuddered and shook as she received it, moaning from her own orgasm and the feeling of my seed filling up her pussy.

As we both came to Earth, I looked around. My papers and books were all over the floor. Helena had done a number on my desk, and on my cock.

I took her in my arms and we crashed to the floor, me holding her while she laid beside me and then atop me. But it was getting late and it was time for her to get back before her parents started to worry.

She was dressing quietly by my desk. I was stuck where we were at the start, not wanting to say goodbye.

"I do love you, you know," I said. "I'm not sure I've ever felt the kind of love I have for you. It's unexpected that I felt this way right in that moment and I hope you don't take it the wrong way. I know you have to go, you have a life to start."

She looked up at me with a smile on her face, tears in her eyes.

"I love you too. But it's not like this is the last chance for us."

She opened my door and started to walk away down the hall. I was exasperated. What the hell did that mean? I poked my head out the door.

"Helena?"

She turned and smiled.

"What do you think five-year reunions are for?"



Professor Armstrong



Carrie tapped her foot impatiently, glancing down at her watch. Class was almost over, and she was looking forward to getting home. History was not her favorite subject.

Professor Armstrong surveyed his classroom as he wrapped up his lecture about Antebellum abolitionists. He noticed Carrie in the third row paying attention to anything but him, and remembered he had intended to speak to her after class about her failing grade. He took the opportunity to take in her sexy form while she was looking elsewhere. Her cute face was framed by her short, bouncy brown hair. She had big dark eyes. And her body was small and curvy with a little extra in all the right places. He loved short women, and Carrie was about 5'2. He knew it might be funny for him to seek them out, him being 6'4 tall, but he loved fucking a little woman.

"That's it for today, I'll see you all on Thursday." Professor Armstrong paused and lowered his voice, turning to look at Carrie. "Miss Lane, would you please to the front to speak with me?" Armstrong smiled warmly and enjoyed the surprised, frightened look on her face. He stood at the desk in front of the class as a couple students asked him questions and the rest filed out of the classroom. When only Carrie was left, Professor Armstrong motioned for her to sit down. He walked to the door, closed it, and turned around.

"Miss Lane, do you know why I'm asking to speak with you?" Carrie smiled nervously.

"Um, no, sir...?"

"Ah. I've been concerned about your performance in class." He walked slowly closer to the girl.

"My grades, sir?" The professor did not respond until he had walked within a few feet of the girl, then stopped and sighed.

"Yes, but more than that as well. I notice you don't pay attention in class." Carrie's face registered embarrassment and fear. "Why is that?"

"Well, sir, I do pay attention--"

"Don't lie to me." he said quietly. Carrie stared up at him, frozen.

"You don't care about the class. You are currently failing." Carrie gasped.

"No! I need to pass this class, I..."

"But will you start paying more attention?" Carrie looked guilty. Professor Armstrong sighed again, a big heaving breath, and walked two steps closer to the small, seated girl.

"What else would you do to pass the class, Carrie?" he asked, and congratulated himself on being such a gentleman. He always gave them the choice of making the offer.

"Uh-- well..." she mumbled, unsure of herself. "Sir--" she stated, sitting up and looking him in the eye. "I would do-- well, just about anything..."

Professor Armstrong smiled down at her. He would get what he wanted.

"Well, Carrie, I could use some help myself, you know..." the professor hinted as he placed one of his big hands over the crotch of his pants. He gently adjusted his manhood within its confines in a way that revealed what was already a massive erection.

Carrie blushed and leaned back in what she thought was a seductive pose. "Professor, could I please help?" she purred. He took the last two steps before he was positioned directly in front of her, the big bulge in his pants staring her in the face. 

Carrie looked up at him and licked her lips. She placed both hands on his narrow hips, then moved one lightly over the tent in his crotch. He settled back, jutting his hips out for her. She began rubbing the length of him lightly, feeling his size.

"Mmm, Professor... you've got a big one," she whispered. Armstrong chuckled and gave a nod. Carrie looked like she was getting into it; he was looking forward to this.

Her little fingers began to grip his girth more firmly, stroking from the base of his cock to the tip and back, over and over. Her other hand moved to the button his pants and began to remove them. Professor Armstrong put his hands on his hips and groaned.

"Ohhhh... yeah. I think we've found your hidden talent," he said. Carrie giggled, pleased, as she unzipped him. She then used both hands to pull them down enough to reveal his straining erection. Her eyes widened as she took in the outline of his schlong through his briefs. Carrie rubbed her hands more firmly through the thin fabric and her breathing deepened. The professor finally reached into his briefs and pulled out a monster of a cock. Carrie inhaled; he had to be at least ten inches wide and twice as thick as any cock she'd ever taken. He gripped the base and held it out to her lips.

"Suck it," he grunted. Carrie obeyed. She licked the swollen head once, twice, then covered it with her mouth. 

"Mmph" she moaned as she took as much of him in her mouth as she could fit. She pushed back and forth over his shaft, taking half of him in her hot wet mouth. She heard him grunting, then felt a big hand on the back of her head pushing her down onto his dick. She sucked in a deep breath before she felt her mouth stuffed full of cock meat. She heard her professor groan, and worked her tongue along his shaft, relieved he was enjoying it. She pulled herself of his dick for a breath then went down again as far as possible, feeling his strong hand applying helpful pressure on the back of her neck. She felt his cock slide down her throat and tried not to gag on it. She looked up at him to watch his face and was pleased to see him smiling. She tried to smile back at him around the massive dick stuffed her mouth. He chuckled and pumped his hips gently, fucking her face.

"Very, very good," Professor Armstrong encouraged, half-laughing. He gently pulled his wet dick out of her throat and let her catch her breath. As soon as it was out of her mouth, Carrie had her little hands wrapped around it, stroking the length of him obscenely. "I'd say that's a solid C performance." Carrie pouted, her lips swollen and wet with saliva. "But I'm guessing you're looking to do a little better, am I right?"

Carrie nodded eagerly. "Yes, sir!" Professor Armstrong smiled and leaned down in front of her, moving his face close to hers as if for a kiss. Her eyebrows shot up first in anticipation then surprise when he suddenly lifted her bodily and deposited her on his desk, on all fours. Carrie looked back at him nervously.

The professor, walked around to her rear end and began gently rubbing her ass checks through her short pleated skirt. She thrust her ass out, seeking closer contact. Professor Armstrong gave her a short smack, at which she gave a muffled yelp. Carrie then felt her professor reaching under her skirt, up the insides of her thighs, then finally she felt his thumbs rubbing her swollen pussy through her white cotton panties. She dropped her head and moaned as she fell from her hands to her elbows. 

"Mmm," the professor moaned as he slowly and patiently pulled up her skirt, revealing her simple underpants. He again rubbed her ass through the fabric, then dipped lower to brush against her pussy lips and clit. Carrie was panting in arousal and pushing against him. he grinned lasciviously and yanked her panties down around her knees, exposing her pussy to him completely.

"So pretty, Carrie," he moaned as he cupped her mons with his big, warm hand. She shivered. He pushed the heel of his hand against her cunt, feeling her wetness before he began to explore the opening of her hole with one finger. He teased her with just the tip of his finger, feeling her juices flow around it, until she whimpered and begged for him to fuck her. Professor Armstrong grinned as he filled her pussy with one finger, then two, suddenly fucking her roughly as she moaned in desperation. Her hips bucked and she was closed to cumming. Then, Professor Armstrong pulled away.

Carrie whined, looking back at him in pleading agony.

Suddenly, the professor pushed down on her bottom, roughly pinning her stomach to the desk as her legs dangled off the desk. Carrie screamed in surprise, and within seconds Professor Armstrong had shoved all but half of his meat inside of her. She let out high-pitched wails as he began pounding it inside her, getting deeper with every stroke. His big hands held on to her ass cheeks as he rammed his huge cock deeper than she'd ever felt and he felt his entire length hugged by hot, tight wetness of her cunt. He slowed, savoring the feeling, rolling his hips more slowly in and out of her, making her feel his whole length. Carrie was moaning incoherently, her hips rolling with him against the desk.

Professor Armstrong's steady thrusts became rougher and more powerful as his hips slammed into her soft ass. He watched her entire body shudder with the strength of his pounding. He began fucking her faster, reaching over to grab a handful of her hair. Suddenly he felt his cock squeezed by an immense pressure as he felt Carrie cum on top of his dick, whimpering and becoming tense, then limp from the intense pleasure. He pulled out, then thrust back in three more times before he groaned and felt himself unloading within her, shooting hot jets of cum into her young little pussy. He kept pumping her full of jizz until he felt emptied. Sated, he pulled his wet dick out of her pussy and wiped its mess off on her bare ass cheeks. Professor Armstrong quickly stuffed his dick back in his briefs and zipped up his pants.

"B plus," he announced, walking smoothly to his briefcase and picking it up.

"Thank you, Professor," he heard in a small voice. He smiled.

"There's always room for extra credit," he said, and walked out the door.



Professor at the Baths



It was a hot Saturday night in the summer of 1971 and the bathhouse was throbbing. A guy I knew from school at San Francisco State, had suggested the visit after we'd struck out with a couple of secretaries at Perry's Bar on Union Street. They'd teased us right up until closing time, and then given us the slip. We found ourselves on the sidewalk as the bar closed, high and horny.

No big thing, though. This was San Francisco just as the gay revolution was beginning to fire on all cylinders. Like every other horny guy in the City, we knew we had options. 

We smoked a fat joint as we walked the few blocks to the Geary Street Baths. We knew that once we got in, it wouldn't take long to find a guy willing to provide a high quality blow job. What we hadn't counted on was how busy the place would be. We would have had to wait for an hour or more to get in if my pal, Jeff, didn't know one of the guys working the reception desk. 

Every one of the fifty private rooms was taken and we got the last two of the two hundred and fifty lockers available. The locker room is usually pretty quiet with just a few guys coming and going. Tonight, though, it was crowded and the action extended onto the benches facing the long rows of lockers. I had to edge past a guy kneeling on the floor giving a thorough, noisy, blow job to a guy standing with his back against the lockers. Watching made me even hornier. I changed out of my street clothes, wrapped a towel around myself and looked around for Jeff. He'd disappeared, so I made for the maze on my own.

Here is a little secret that a former girlfriend helped me discover: I like to get fucked. I remember the firecrackers that went of in my head when she stuck her finger up my ass while we screwed one night. Encouraged by my obvious pleasure in butt play, she got herself a dildo and did me with that. It was like a bomb going off. It wasn't much later, at a mixed party at somebody's house in the Castro, that I discovered that a guy's hard, hot cock was at least as good a pleasure delivery system as a plastic dildo. In the course of my sessions with guys I learned to like sucking cock. And I have to admit, that the average gay guy gives a better blow job than the average woman. So, stepping into the maze, I knew I was going to have fun of some kind. 

It didn't take long. Turning a corner I found myself following a guy who's broad shoulders tapered to narrow hips. He was slim, and rather tall. "My type," I thought as I followed him, but in the back of my mind I was thinking that something seemed familiar about him. Which is why I was able to control my shock when he turned around and I recognized him.

It was Mr. Grigg, my favorite professor from school. He taught a history of culture class that was super interesting. We spent a lot of the class in heated discussions about situational ethics and their application in the real-world. I especially liked going one-on-one in arguments with him. He had the quickest mind I'd ever known, terrific command of an extremely broad range of topics and a devilish way of leading you to his point, despite your best efforts to find a chink in his logic.

He was also a good looking, very masculine guy, married to the co-chair of another department at the University. I knew that many of the women in my classes found him very attractive. I'd assumed that at least one of them, my friend Dana--the best looking woman in the class, by the way,--had gone to bed with him. So yeah, I was surprised to see him there. But pleased, too. 

He was about 6'1, 185 lbs, very fit ,in his mid 50's and tonight, when he recognized me, he had that devilish, half mocking look on his face. 

"I'd do him in heartbeat," I thought to myself. 

I closed the few steps between us with a big grin on my face.

"Well Mr. Adams,' he said reaching out and gently tweaking my left nipple. "What a pleasant surprise it is to see you here tonight."

I felt a delicious jolt course through me and wasn't kidding at all when I sighed and said, "my pleasure."

I reached out a little and placed my hands on his belly, and slowly slid them up his torso. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the silk of his flesh, the heat. I felt a flush go through me, I felt myself surrendering to the sensuality of the moment, and, as I looked up into his eyes, I knew I'd do whatever he wanted as long as he gave me what I wanted—a hot, no-holds-barred man-sex session.

The glint in his eyes made me think he was reading my mind. He reached a hand behind my neck and pulled me into a kiss. I wasn't that in to man-kisses, until this one. This one just set my body on fire and I found myself returning it hungrily.

Time stopped. I'm not kidding. I don't know how long we stood there making out, I just know that my body was on fire and I was in the moment, loving the way his chest felt against mine, The way his hands pulled me close, the pressure of his crotch against mine.

"Come with me," he said, and I followed him to one of the private rooms. He let us in with his key, turned to face me and dropped his towel. The v of hair that ran down his belly ended in a trim thicket at the base of a long, thick, dark cock. I was extra turned on to see how big he was; I'd of been fine with a 5" dick, but it was better,--a lot better--to be looking at 7 or 8', half-hard. He was uncircumcised, a first for me—but hey, I'd only been with like, three guys up to then.

I dropped my towel to let him get a look at me. No, actually, I was showing off. I've got an 8 1/2' dick with a big, fat helmet head, a shaft that's about as big around as a Red Bull can, and now it was curved up against my belly. I thrust my crotch forward, arched my back and stretched to my full 5'9". I knew I looked good--slim, muscular, ripped from the gym, good genetics and the magic of being only 19 years old.

He looked me over appreciatively, then looked me back in the eyes. His wry smile was the same one he used in class. The one that acknowledged when I'd gotten in a good riposte to one of his arguments, but suggested that I shouldn't think I was going to come out ahead.

We'll see about that, I thought, and dropped to my knees. I reached out, wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and squeezed it firmly. Then I leaned forward and, making an O with my lips, sucked in his foreskin. Like I said, he was only half hard and the foreskin hadn't drawn back yet. I'd never played with foreskin before and knew that if I wanted to I'd have to do it before he got hard and it pulled back.

So I sucked on his foreskin and flicked it just a little with my tongue. He started to get hard almost immediately, so I only had a moment to slip my tongue between the foreskin and his cockhead, to enjoy the incredibly sexy taste of that hidden spot. I got a huge rush from it and I moaned, almost in frustration because it was so nasty but so transient. Then he was hard and I found myself licking up the underside of his long shaft, right up to his balls. I breathed deeply, savoring that sexy piss-sweat-man scent.

I had another big body rush from that and found myself thinking that even though his cock had swelled to maybe 9" long, it was slim enough that I ought to be able to take it all the way down my throat. And that's what I began to try to do.

I put both my hands on his hips and took a grip that meant that I was going to try to control his motion. I didn't want him to start pumping away before I was ready. He didn't seem to be in any rush and just ran his fingers through my hair as I began to do my stuff.

I took him into my mouth and leaned in until the head of his cock was pressed against the back of my throat. Then I leaned in some more. I relaxed and pressed against him, letting his cock push it's way slowly into my throat. When I got to the gag reflex, I paused for a moment, and then backed off. I wiped my chin, breathed for a moment, then did it again. Each time I got up to the gag reflex, I got a huge body rush. It was fantastic. I went down on him again and again and again, each time getting more of him down my throat, each time getting more and more turned on.

Finally, when I'd gotten about 3/4 of it into my throat, I knew I could take it all. I backed off, rocked back on my heels, wiped my chin again, then looked up at him and laughed.

"You like sucking my cock, he said, "don't you?"

"Yeah I do," I said, " a lot."

I stroked his cock with one hand and rolled his heavy balls around in my hand with the other. I looked at his dark, veiny cock, gleaming with my saliva.

I looked up at him and grinned, "Yeah, I like it," I said, grinning. I looked him in the eye. "Sucking your cock is making me super hot."

I dropped back to my knees, leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth again. I paused. I felt it swell for a moment as he jetted blood into it. I pressed it against the back of my throat, breathed in, relaxed and, leaning forward slightly, took it in until my face was buried in the heat and hair of his belly.

He moaned. I moaned. I savored the moment, thinking what a cock slut I was being, how much I was enjoying it, how hot and nasty it was. Then he began to move. He pulled out of my throat very, very slowly. When the head of his cock emerged back into my mouth, it gave me a chance to breath. He paused a moment, then slowly, very slowly, began too slide it into my throat again. In a moment, my face was buried in his crotch again. He moaned again. And so did I.

Now he pulled back again, but just part way. He slid his cock back deeply into my throat. Then again. He began to set a gently rhythm, fucking my throat. I moaned my assent, feeling more turned on than I ever had in my life. A long, hard, hot cock sawing in and out of my throat, my face pressing into hard, hairy man-belly, my hands on hot flesh of hairy thighs and smooth, muscled ass, me cocksucking a grown man, my teacher for God's sake. It was so nasty and hot; it was like my whole body was going through some kind of pre-orgasm, every cell glowing with the heat.

Then something happened, we lost the rhythm, I couldn't breath, and I had to break off and come up for air. I rocked back on my heels, gasping for breath. I looked up at him and grinned.

He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up. He covered my mouth with his. His tongue invaded my mouth and I sucked on it. I don't know if it was from standing up quickly, but I felt my knees go weak. He felt it too and pulled me hard against him.

He broke off the kiss and we held onto each other, my face on his shoulder.

"You are the hottest little cocksucker," he said, and then began to talk dirty to me, telling me how he could tell that I loved sucking his cock, that I was a hot little slut with a whorish mouth, that I made him hot. I loved it. It turned me on even more, and I began to reply, telling him how much I loved sucking his cock and his balls, how I loved being his slut. I whispered that he could do anything he wanted to me, that he could beat my face with his long hot cock, come in my mouth, even fuck me if he wanted.

As soon as I said that he could fuck me another huge rush of erotic heat coursed through my body. I realized I did want him to fuck me, to slide his long, hard cock up into my belly.

I leaned back, holding onto his shoulders while he held me to him with hands on my waist. I looked him in the eyes.

"I want you to take my ass,' I said. "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock up in my belly and your balls slapping against my ass."

He grinned. I could see he was into it.

"Have you had it in the ass before? " he asked. I nodded. It had been really experimental, with another kid my age a few years ago. It had been ok, but nothing special.

"Perfect," he purred. "I'm going to turn you out so that you're going to love taking it in your ass. 

He pushed me down on my back on the bed, spread my legs, pushed my knees back against my chest, leaned down and began to lick my ass hole with his hot tongue.

I was squirming and squeaking it felt so good.

After a while he came up for air, grinning. "You love that, don't you, you little slut. You love getting your hot little ass rimmed.

"Oh yeah," I breathed, "I love it. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

He grinned. "Don't worry. I have no intention of stopping."

He began to gently grind a bent knuckle against my anus. He watched me closely. My mouth went slack and I made a mewling noise. It felt so good.

He smirked. "No Mr. Adams, I'm not going to stop. I'm going to get you ready."

I saw him look at my cock. It was iron hard and curved against my belly and it was oozing great slicks of precum.

"You have a beautiful cock, Mr. Adams," he said, "and I'm going to enjoy sucking it and making you hard again, but not until you come from the delicious fucking I'm going to give you." He looked into my eyes, his own eyes blazing. "You're going to find out, Mr. Adams, that what you have is not an asshole, it's a man-cunt. You're going to find out just how much pleasure your man-cunt can give you. And me."

His words seared my brain and I moaned again in complete surrender. No, it wasn't surrender. That would imply that I was a passive participant, willing to let something happen to me. That's wrong. I wanted him to fuck me. I was so turned on, there was so much heat in the room, we were so good together, that I not only didn't want it to stop, I wanted it to go on and on, get even more into it, give and get more pleasure.

"First we've got to get you ready," he said and promptly slid one finger into my ass. I squirmed against it in pleasure.

"Squeeze, he said, "tighten your sphincter as hard as you can."

I did as he said. It felt great. I'd had no idea that my ass was such an erogenous zone. But then, I'd never been touched or treated this way. After a few more bouts of squeezing, he slipped in a second finger. More squeezing. Then a third finger, first just the tips, then, a few squeezes later, all three fingers as deep as they would go.

Everything he did back there with his hand was introducing me to new pleasures. I was sweating, breathing hard, turned on like never before. And each time he pulled out his fingers, I realized that my hole was left more open than before.

Now he got up on his knees and moved between my legs. He pressed the head of his cock against my anus. I felt the blunt heat of it and moaned in pleasure. He held it in his hand and rubbed it around the rim of my anus. It was fabulous.

Then he reached his gym bag at the side of the bed, squeezed some lube into his hand and coated his cock with it. He stroked his cock into a firmer erection, talking to me, telling me how I was going to love it, how my ass was going to love it, how I'd be begging him for it.

"You do want my cock in you, don't you Mr. Adams?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Tell me," he said. So I did. In fact I begged him for it, begged him to slide his cock into me, to fuck me, to turn me out and make me queer. (I didn't think it would make me queer. I just liked saying it.)

"I'll do anything you want," I said looking him in the eyes, "I'll be your boy slut. I'll do whatever you want whenever you want, only fuck me, fuck me please." I could tell he just loved hearing me say it, knew that I was saying it, at least in part, just to give him pleasure, to make the event fuller, more rich.

"Very well, Mr. Adams," he said in that half mocking way of his, "relax now, and enjoy."

Gently he pressed forward, and to my surprise, his cock slid into me easily. It didn't stop until I could feel the hairs of his belly against my ass. A weird kind of cry came out my mouth as bombs and sparklers and sirens went off in my head. He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in with more force once, twice, three times, and then I was coming, screaming out in my orgasm as every neuron in my body overloaded with sensation. 

My vision receded, I couldn't see, I couldn't think, I could only ride with the overwhelming sensation of total orgasm. I barely registered him thrusting hard into me, each thrust coinciding perfectly with the waves of my orgasm. Come erupted from my cock and splattered hot against my chest and face. I was still screaming as heard I him cry out and knew that he was into his own orgasm, thrusting deep and hard again and again and again. 

I knew he was coming, I knew he was squirting cum into me, but all I could really feel was the full hardness of his cock deep up inside me. I felt myself wrapped around him, overwhelmed with the sensation of his presence in my body, moving inside me. Then I think I passed out.

It took many minutes before either of us was in shape to do more than pant and make noises of wonder and satisfaction. At some point, we both started laughing in pure pleasure. A little while after that, we managed to get up and make our way to the shower to clean up.



Professor Ben



The cold morning air hit her harshly in the face. The biting wind chapped her lips and turned her cheeks pink. Her nose turned red and started to run. She wasn't even sick.

"Thank God I only have a few more months of this," she thought as she reached into her pocket for a tissue. Damn. Her pocket was empty. She looked around, trying to find someone to help her out. 

Up ahead, she saw a figure with long blond hair wearing a purple peacoat and matching hat. 

"Excuse me!" she yelled to the figure. "'Scuse me!"

The figure turned and she was happy to see that she recognized the figure's face.

"Annie!" she called out. 

"Kate, hey!" Annie called back as she started to jog toward her friend. 

"Do you happen to have a tissue?" Kate asked.

"Oh, yeah, here you go!" Annie pulled a tissue with a faux-lipstick mark on it and passed it to Kate. "Can you believe this weather?"

"I know! Its days like this that make me wonder why I left California in the first place."

"Oh, honey, I have wondered that since the day I met you!"

Kate laughed. She had had this conversation multiple times, and she always pretended to make fun of herself, but she knew exactly why she had chosen a college in Missouri. John.

John was her high school sweetheart, the love of her life. She followed him to school, certain they would be together forever. But last year he had studied abroad, and when he came back he had told her it was over, that he had met someone else. Kate had struggled to move on, but she hadn't so much as thought about another man since their break-up. She had briefly considered transferring, but she only had a semester left to go now, so it really was pointless. 

"Where are you headed?" Annie asked.

"Uhm...Taylor Hall. Early 20th Century History."

"Cool, I'm on my way there too; Native American History. We can walk together."

Kate and Annie made their way through the student commons and up the hill to Taylor Hall. Kate spent most of the time in quiet reflection, which was no problem for the talkative and outgoing Annie. 

When they reached the building, the women parted ways, Annie heading upstairs and Kate walking down toward the basement. Increasing enrollment had forced the school to renovate the basements for use as classrooms, but they still felt like basements to Kate, just with a few extra chairs and a whiteboard. It was too cold in the room to take off her coat, so Kate merely removed her right glove so she could take notes, pulled out a pen and notebook, and waited for her professor. 

The man who walked through the door was young for a professor, probably in his mid-20s, and had short brown hair. Kate wouldn't have even thought he was the teacher were it not for the attendance book in his hand. He had a slight build, not skinny but still lean, and he was of average height. He wore glasses with black rectangular frames and a pair of dark jeans with a button-down dress shirt. Kate swallowed hard. He was exactly her type, and she just prayed he would be boring or mean so she wouldn't have to deal with having a crush on her teacher.

"Hey guys," the professor said. "I'm Professor Ben Moore, but you can just call me Ben. I still feel like I'm a little too young to be called 'professor.'" 

Well, Kate thought, he seemed nice, but it was possible that he could still turn out to be rude or harsh.

"For today we're just going to go over the syllabus, and I'll answer any questions you might have, then on Thursday we're just going to jump right in!"

As Ben went over the course outline, explaining that they would be focusing on both world wars, the Depression, and the women's and civil right's movements, Kate felt herself go red in the face. She felt drawn to him. She had never been more attracted to anyone in her life, including John. Not that Ben could ever replace him in her life...but it was comforting for her to know that she could at least picture herself with someone else, finally.

When class was dismissed, Kate thought about coming up with some excuse to stay after and talk with him, but she quickly learned that she was not the only one who seemed to find Ben irresistible. Two other girls were giggling together, then went up and began asking him questions about the layout of the term paper. Kate snorted to herself; the paper wasn't due for two and a half months, but she was inwardly jealous that they had made it to him first. 

She left the classroom determined to get over this. After all, he was her professor, and though he was kind he was also professional, and seemed to give off an aura of knowing she was attracted to him but not willing to do anything about it. 

As weeks went by, Kate found herself falling for him more and more. He would do little adorable things that she found charming, like coming into class after a particularly lovely weekend and asking whether everyone had had fun making him jealous while he graded papers and watched students throw Frisbees on the lawn outside his office window.

He frequently made jokes in class, and Kate knew she was laughing louder than the other students, but she couldn't help it; he was just too cute. She completed all of the reading assignments on time, something she hadn't done since her freshman year, and participated in class as much as she could. She didn't presume that anything would happen with him, but she still wanted him to know that she was smart, and that she was interested in the course.

In the middle of the semester, Ben handed back their midterm tests, and Kate's heart leapt with joy when she saw what he had written on the exam. "Congrats, this is the best test in the class, by far!!!" She was ecstatic. She knew she had impressed him, and that was all she had wanted to do.

At the end of class, Ben approached her.

"Kate, I just wanted to tell you again how impressed I am with your work. It has been a long time since I had a student who was so dedicated to the course, let alone a second semester senior."

"Thanks!" Kate said. Her voice sounded so high pitched, it squeaked like an eleven-year-old boy going through puberty. She felt her face turn bright red. "Well...see you next Tuesday!" She turned and began to walk out of the room.

"Kate, wait," Ben called after her. Kate felt her heart skip a beat, two beats, three beats. Her pulse quickened and her hands grew sweaty. Then she pulled herself together. Come on, she thought to herself, this is ridiculous. He isn't interested in you, he just thinks you're a good student.

Kate took a deep breath and turned around. He had moved closer to her now, practically right on top of her.

"I, uh, just wanted to stress to you how much I appreciate all of your work this semester," he said. "You just don't understand how refreshing it is to have a student who is so...passionate about the course."

She longed to tell him the truth, to whisper in his ear that it wasn't the course she was passionate about, but him, to kiss him deeply and hold him forever. 

"Well, I am just, in love...with the topic, I mean," she stammered.

"Good. That's really important to me. I just want to make sure that my students really get the most out of my classes. I want to let you know that I am here to help you, in any way I can."

God, Kate wanted him. And she thought that he might want her. Their discussion seemed to be clouded in innuendo. But then again, she couldn't read too much into this. If she told him her feelings and she was wrong, there could be terrible repercussions. She knew she had to leave it at that.

"Thanks, Ben. I appreciate it. I'll let you know if I need anything."

"Great," he said, but Kate thought that he sounded a bit disappointed. "See you Tuesday, then?"

"Yeah, Tuesday."

That weekend, Kate spent most of her time in the library, working hard on her term paper. She tried to get Ben and their conversation out of her mind, but she just couldn't do it. She had a difficult time focusing on her paper. All she could think about was him; him kissing her, him caressing her, him rolling his tongue over every inch of her, him inside of her. 

It was all she could take. She got up from her seat, and as she did, she felt herself pour wetness onto her panties. She practically ran to the nearest bathroom and sat down in the last stall. She pulled her pants and underwear down around her ankles and put her fingers immediately on her clit. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the toilet, massaging herself in deep circles as she imagined all of the things that she wanted to do to Ben, and all of the things she longed for him to do to her. 

She saw herself staring up at him as she sucked him dry. She saw him licking her clit fiercely. She imagined herself bent over his bed as he took her from behind, grabbing her breasts roughly and pinching her nipples just the way she liked it. She envisioned him coming inside her, then collapsing on top of her, kissing her between her shoulder blades.

Kate gripped her breast tight in one hand as she came and came. She tried to stifle her moans even though she was alone in the bathroom; how embarrassing it would be to be caught! When she was finished, she bent over and took a deep breath. Then she sat up and grabbed some toilet paper to clean herself off. She had never been very successful at masturbating, but that was phenomenal. 

She made her way back to her work table and sat in front of her computer. She knew what she wanted to do, and she didn't care what happened because of it. She opened up her email and sent Ben a quick message:

Ben,

I had a few questions about my term paper. I would really appreciate it if you could meet with me so we can discuss it.

Thanks,

Kate

Almost immediately after she hit 'send,' Kate regretted her decision. What exactly did she think was going to happen in his office? That he would make love to her deeply and passionately? Yeah, right. More likely, they would talk about her term paper and she would leave without ever being able to tell him how she felt.

Kate got back to work on her paper, but she had only written two more sentences when a box popped up on the screen. 1 new message. Kate's heart skipped a beat. Could it be him??

She opened her inbox and was delighted to see that he had already responded. Giddily, she opened up the email to read his response.

Kate,

Of course! I want to help you in any way I can. How about you stay after class this week? We can sit down in my office and talk about whatever is on your mind. 

See you then,

Ben

Kate smiled broadly. She was certain there was something else there, something behind that message that meant more than just a review session.

Before class that Tuesday, Kate picked out her favorite pink thong and matching bra. Both the bra and the thong were covered in small black polka dots and had a little pink rose sewn into the middle. She opened her closet and chose her favorite mini-skirt, a khaki pleated number, and a black halter top. She was thankful it had finally gotten warm enough out that she could flaunt her long, thin legs and small waist. Her breasts were modest, just a size B, but they fit perfectly on her small frame. Kate wasn't necessarily expecting anything to happen, but she wanted to be prepared in case it did.

All through class she squirmed in her seat, counting the minutes until she would be alone with him. Finally, she heard the rest of her class shuffling their books, signaling that it was time to go. Ben always went over time, so the class had to subtly let him know when it was time to be dismissed.

Kate stood up and looked over to him. He looked especially sexy today. He was clean shaven and wore a black button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, light blue jeans and polished black dress shoes. Kate watched as the other girls in class went up to speak with him, and just as she approached she heard Ben say to them, "sorry, ladies, I really can't talk today, I have an important meeting."

Kate smiled in triumph as the girls sulked away.

"So, Kate," he said to her, smiling warmly. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah!" Again, Kate heard her voice make that high-pitched squeaking noise.

She followed him down the hallway to his office. He unlocked the door and pushed it open.

"After you," he said, holding the door aside.

Kate perched on the edge of the chair facing his desk. She set her bag down on the seat next to her and took a look around Ben's office. It was pretty typical, bookshelves full of history texts and a desk messy with papers to grade. 

"Will it make you uncomfortable if I lock the door?" he asked her. "I don't like to be disturbed when I talk with students and I have found that the best way to do avoid people is to lock them out."

"Uh, yeah, that's...fine!" Kate knew it. She knew he wanted her. Why else would he lock the door? But she had to be sure.

"So, what kind of problems are you having with your paper?" Ben didn't even bother to sit in his desk chair. Instead, he leaned against his mahogany desk, facing her with his arms folded casually across his chest. 

Kate knew she had to choose her words delicately. She had to hint to him what she wanted, to let him know that it was OK for him to make a move, but she didn't want to set herself up for disappointment. 

"See...I'm having a problem...nailing down my topic." Nailing??!! Seriously? Kate, you sound like a frat boy, she thought to herself.

"Well, do you have any ideas? What particular kinds of problems are you having?"

"It's just that, well, every time I sit down to write, I can't seem to concentrate. I have some preliminary research done but..." Suddenly, Kate had an idea. "But I think I want to change my topic."

"Oh?" said Ben. "So you're not interested in exploring the women's rights movement?"

"Well, I am. I just want to focus my topic more."

"Do you have a concentration in mind?"

"Yes," Kate stated firmly. This was it, the moment of truth. Her heart pounded in her chest. "I think I want to focus on how the sexual revolution changed society's perception of women."

There was a long pause. Oh God, oh God, Kate thought. I said the wrong thing. He knows and he doesn't want me. I have made a fool of myself. Oh God. Oh God. 

Finally, Ben broke the silence. "That's an excellent topic Kate."

"Really?"

"Yes. I have never had anyone research that before, and I think you are just the woman to do it."

Wow. He knew and he wanted her. She said the right thing. She was sure of it.

"Are you sure?" she asked

"Definitely," he said. He sat down in the chair next to her and put her bag on the ground. "I hope you don't mind me saying but..." he hesitated. He wasn't sure if he was reading her right either. "You seem to be very in touch with your sexuality."

"I am. I guess I have just always known that when I really want something I need to go for it."

And with that, Kate leaned over closer to him. She stopped halfway to make sure she was right, but Ben immediately came to meet her. He took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. Kate closed her eyes and felt his tongue fill her mouth. Butterflies rose in her stomach. She felt light-headed and joyful all at once. She wanted him to stay there kissing her forever.

He pulled away and leaned his forehead against hers.

"Oh, Kate, I have wanted you for so long," he told her. "You are such an incredible creature, so intelligent and beautiful and sexy. I have fantasized about this moment all semester."

"Me too," she said heavily, and leaned forward to kiss him again.

For a long time they sat there, leaning across their chairs and kissing each other deeply. Kate stood up and moved to his chair, straddling him as she moved to kiss him again. She could feel the bulge in his pants, and she was certain he could feel the heat coming off her throbbing clit. 

Ben pulled away and began kissing and licking her neck, blowing on it occasionally and sending chills down her spine. 

"I want to make love to you," he whispered.

"Oh, please, please, I want you so much," she whispered back.

He hoisted her up as he stood, her legs still wrapped around his waist as they continued to lick and kiss one another. He leaned her back across his desk and fell on top of her, making his way down the neck of her halter.

"When I saw you walk into class today, I almost sent everyone home. I just couldn't wait to be inside you."

Kate moaned softly as he breathed hot air onto her nipples over her shirt. He ran his hands across her stomach, then brought his mouth down to her belly button. He rubbed his hands along her ribs and up toward her breasts, where they immediately pushed her bra up and began teasing her nipples.

Kate moaned suddenly as she felt Ben licking his way in one smooth motion from her belly button up to the underside of her breasts. 

"Sh," he whispered, his breath hitting her nipples and making them even harder. "We have to be quiet. No one can know about us."

Kate let out a quiet "mm-hm," and Ben continued to fondle her. He enclosed his mouth around her pert, pink nipple. He ran his tongue over the sensitive center of her breast, and her body convulsed at his touch. He stayed there for several minutes, sucking on each of her breasts in turn and biting them playfully with his teeth every once in awhile. 

"Your tits are perfect," he told her. "You are so beautiful. You have no idea how much I want you."

Ben pulled Kate up to face him and began to kiss her again. He stopped for just a minute to pull her shirt up over her head and unhook her bra. Then he took his hand and began to massage her inner thigh, gently at first and then more roughly. He began to suck on her nipples again. Occasionally his fingers would graze her wet slit playfully, and she would throw her head back just a bit and close her eyes. 

Ben kept sucking on her breasts. Kate had never been with a man who had taken such a long time pleasing her.

"I want to make you come over and over," Ben told her as he pulled her panties down to the floor. 

With that, he got down on his knees in front of her. Kate grabbed onto his short brown hair, and he took his glasses off. He started slowly, kissing her thighs and licking almost all the way up before kissing his way back down again. He teased her slowly until she felt as if she would burst. It had been nearly an hour since they had first kissed and he was still pleasing her. 

"Please," Kate pleaded. "Please, I need you. I need you to make me come."

"Of course, I want you to be happy. I will do whatever you want."

This time, Ben dragged his tongue all the way up her leg and flicked it across her clit playfully. He licked the spot between her opening and her clit roughly before he began to tongue her fiercely, sucking hard on her clit. Almost immediately she came, soaking his desk. She reeled up and pulled on his hair, but he continued to apply hard pressure until her legs had finished quaking. Kate felt numb, her mind was spinning and her heart was racing. Finally. She had been waiting for so long, for nearly thee months, and finally he had satisfied her.

Ben patted her gently and then came up to lay his head on her neck. He kissed her clavicle then moved to her mouth and put his tongue inside her again. She could taste herself on him, and it drove her crazy.

"I want to make love to you," Ben said. "I want to feel you surround me."

"Oh please," Kate begged. "I want you inside me so much."

Ben stood up and took off his shirt, then unfastened his belt and pulled his pants down. His penis stood hard and erect; it was straining so much that Kate was afraid he would come before ever making it inside her. 

Ben took himself in his hand and rubbed the velvety head of his cock over her clit, working his way from top to bottom. He teased her with it, pointing it toward her opening then pulling it away at the last moment. It seemed like he knew exactly what she wanted.




Professor Ben



He lay down on top of her, his bare chest pressing against her tits.

"Can I turn you over?" he asked. "You have such a nice little ass, I want to watch it move while I'm inside you."

Kate smiled and sat up to kiss him, then flipped over onto her stomach. She pushed papers out from underneath her and felt shivers run through her as her naked body hit the cold, polished wood of his desk.

Ben teased her with his cock just a little more before finally entering her, a little at a time. It had been a long time since anyone had made love to her, but she was so well lubricated that she opened to him immediately. He put one hand on each side of her ass as he pushed and pulled himself in and out of her. Kate took her hands and reached to the other side of the desk, using the extra leverage to help his efforts. 

She stood on her toes as a way of offering herself to him, and he gratefully accepted, moving himself inside her more and more rapidly. He took one hand off her ass and moved it around to her clit, rubbing it in circles as he continued to slide in and out of her. He was just the right size for her, and she could feel him filling her, rubbing against the inside walls of her cunt and hitting her all the way in the back. 

Kate's head reeled. She felt another orgasm rising. Her head felt light again as wave after wave of pleasure spilled over her. It seemed to last for hours, starting straight in her clit and moving in quick pulses out of her head, hands and feet. Ben continued to rub her as he pushed faster and faster inside her.

"Oh, Kate, I can feel you coming. Keep coming baby, I want to come with you."

Kate felt herself come even harder at his words, feeling his testicles slap her ass roughly as he increased his speed as much as he could. Soon, Kate felt his dick pulsing inside of her, then felt a jet of warm liquid spray out of him. She kept coming and he was right there with her. There was so much wetness, Kate could feel it falling out of her and dripping down her inner thighs. 

When he was finally finished, he collapsed on top of her, kissing her between her shoulder blades, just like she always imagined he would. Then, reluctantly, he pulled himself out of her, and Kate felt more hot liquid stream down her legs. 

Ben turned her around and took her hands in his. He kissed her again, this time with the familiarity of a long-time lover.

"You have no idea..." Kate started. "I have wanted you for so long, since the first day I met you I have been dreaming of this moment. I can't believe this is happening." Kate smiled widely and nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck. 

"Oh, Kate, you can't understand...I have never wanted someone the way I want you. I could be inside you forever, I could just sit right here with you forever."

"Please do," she said, looking back up at him. 

They stood there holding each other for some time, lost in each other, until the sun began to set.

"We should go," Ben said to her, kissing her forehead. He turned his face up to her and brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Please tell me I can see you again."

"Of course, nothing would make me happier."

They kissed for a few minutes before finally pulling away from each other to get dressed. Kate's head and heart danced with joy. She had made love to Ben, and he wanted to be with her. He actually wanted to be with her.

Ben unlocked the door and peered around the corner.

"You can't tell anyone about this," he said to her. "I want to be with you, but if anyone found out..."

"I know," she said gently. "You can trust me. I don't want anything to happen to us."

She kissed him on the cheek and left his office, glancing back at him one last time before heading down the hallway and back upstairs.



Professor Black Does Two More



It was the hottest summer in recent memory. Temperatures had been in the high 90s all week, and it was so humid you could cut the air with a knife. Charles Black was soaked with sweat by the time he completed the walk across campus from his office to the lecture hall where he held forth everyday from 3 to 5 pm. Summer sessions were a real grind. Classes met everyday, and were twice as long as during the normal semesters. It was always hot, but never this hot. He and his students, all 125 of them, spent their first 5 minutes in the lecture hall everyday recovering from the heat. He used the time to chat with students, take questions about the assignments, or anything else his students had on their minds. He also used it to check out the astonishing number of very attractive young women in the class, dressed in skimpy summer attire. The cold air in the lecture hall made their nipples harden. Many of them spread their legs a bit more than usual, or let their already short skirts ride up just a little higher, to cool off. The steep rake of the lecture hall meant that the sixth row was at eye level for Professor Black. He could see straight up the skirts of every young lady in that row, and for several rows beyond. Everyday he would see at least three or four panty-clad crotches. He liked the thongs best; they covered so little. He liked the occasional bare pussy even more. If the panty-less young lady was at all attractive, she might become his target for the summer. He rarely missed his target. 

This summer, there were two rather beautiful young ladies coming to class panty-less, and shaved. Charles never understood how the shaved pussy fad got started, but he was grateful it did. He loved to eat pussy, but hated choking on hair. He also loved to watch his cock sliding in and out of a young, wet pussy stretched wide to accommodate his girth. The redhead in the seventh row, Kim O'Conner, and the blonde in the sixth row, Sandy Richards, were both showing him pussy everyday. After the first week of class, he stopped trying to be subtle about looking, and they stopped pretending they didn't know he was looking. They started spreading a little bit wider when he looked. Sandy sat on the edge of her seat and hooked one foot under it so her knee was elevated. This gave Charles a clear view of a very wet set of lips, with just a hint of a pink, aroused clit peeking out of its hood at the top. When he looked up at Sandy's face, she was smiling broadly and shaking her head very subtly, "yes." When Charles looked over to Kim, he saw she was watching the whole exchange, and had shifted in her seat to aim her pussy toward him. She rested her right arm on her right thigh and turned her wrist so that she could touch herself without much movement of the arm. She stroked and spread her lips with her fingertips without taking her eyes off the professor. It was time for Charles to make his move.

Walking out of the lecture hall, Charles moved next to Sandy as she worked her way up toward the exit at the back of the hall. "Miss Richards, do you have a moment to discuss your performance in class?" he asked. "Certainly, professor," she answered, breaking out into a dazzling smile. "Great. Why don't we head over to the coffee shop in the commons, if you have the time, that is," he suggested. "Oh, I have plenty of time for you, professor," she replied in a husky whisper. Her deep blue eyes bore into him, and dropped briefly to gaze at his crotch. "Whatever you want, professor," she added.

Charles paid for their cappuccinos and they settled into a circular booth in the far corner of the corner shop. 

"Is there a problem with my 'performance'?" Sandy asked, with a sly, hesitant emphasis on the word 'performance.'

"No. In fact," Charles replied, "I love your performance. I look forward to it everyday. But I want to see the rest of it."

"I'd love to show it to you, professor. But not in class, of course."

"Of course, not, Sandy. If you have time, we could go to my office. If you'd like to take the rest of the day off, we could go back to my house. It's not far from campus, and we could be much more comfortable."

"Let's go, then," Sandy declared, grabbing her backpack and getting up.

The professor followed her out of the coffee shop. They arranged to meet across the square from the main entrance to campus. She would walk there. He would get his car out of the faculty parking lot and drive there to pick her up. He didn't want to be seen walking with her to his car.

Sandy hopped into his car quickly. He pulled out as she slammed the door shut. 

"This is great, professor," Sandy said with a slight giggle in her voice. Charles noticed her short skirt had ridden up to her hips, exposing her bare pussy. She saw him looking and turned slightly in her seat to face him more directly, and spread her legs. 

"You know, it's much easier for me to 'perform' when we're alone, Charles," she said. Her eyes were half-closed, and her voice breathy with lust. 

"Why don't you touch yourself, Sandy?" he suggested.

"Oh, you are a naughty boy, professor. I saw Kim doing that for you in class. I thought your cock was going to burst right out of your pants."

"Do you know Kim?" he asked.

"We have gotten to know one another being in your class together, if you know what I mean."

"What do you mean?"

"We both want to fuck you, Charles."

"I'd love to fuck you, Sandy, and I plan on doing that as soon as we get to my house, which is just about two minutes away now. And, I'd love to fuck Kim, too. Are you two friendly enough to share?"

"You mean a ménage à trois?"

"Exactly."

"Exciting, very exciting, professor. I can call Kim on her cell right now if you want."

"No. I want you now. Alone. So we can just enjoy one another however we want. I'm not ready to share, yet."

"Oh, that's even better! Let's go," she responded, squeezing her thighs together tightly. The look on her face suggested the strong burst of pleasure that resulted.

Charles pulled his car into his driveway and came around the car to show Sandy the way to the side door. They entered a mudroom, and then the kitchen. It was a large, Victorian-era kitchen. It had never been modernized since the house was built in 1890, and now was no longer "old;" it was chic. Charles opened the refrigerator and took out a half-full bottle of Chardonnay. He took two wine glasses out of a cabinet, and motioned to Sandy to follow him into the living room. They sat on a large couch, facing the fireplace, with a low coffee table in front of them. Sandy turned to face him, spreading her thighs and sliding her skirt up to reveal her pussy again. It was glistening with wetness. 

"Show me your cock, Charles. I've heard it's really big. Take it out for me, so I can suck it," she commanded him in a throaty half-whisper. 

Smiling at the fact that his cock was the subject of girlish gossip on campus, he pulled off his shoes, stood up, pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his slacks, pulled the zipper down, and pushed them and his boxers down his legs, kicking them off his feet into a pile with his shirt. He took a step closer to Sandy, so his hardening cock was within easy reach. It was already beginning to stiffen. It would soon be 9 inches long and pointing right at her. He loved the feel of being hard, and the look on the face of a girl when she first saw him hard, and thick, and pointing the large, plum-shaped head of his cock at her mouth. Sandy's eyes widened and she took a deep breath while licking her lips. She pursed her lips as she exhaled, enveloping Charles' cock in the warmth of her breath. Without saying a word, she opened her mouth, extended her tongue and slipped his cock into her mouth, sucking gently and moving her tongue to provide wet, warm, friction.

"Oh, yeah, Sandy," Charles exclaimed, "you are quite the little cocksucker, aren't you!"

"Mmm hmmm," Sandy moaned, her mouth too full of cock to be able to speak.

"Take it deeper, girl," Charles commanded, as he put his hands on the back of Sandy's head and pushed his cock into her throat. Sandy extended her tongue and relaxed her throat muscles to accommodate the full length of him. After a few seconds, however, the size of Charles's cockhead, wedged deep in her throat, threatened to set off her gag mechanism in a big way. Afraid of throwing up all over both of them, Sandy pushed on Charles' thighs and pulled her head back, releasing his cock.

"Oh, man," she gasped. "Wow, that's a real monster you have there, Charles. I can't wait to feel you in my pussy."

"Why don't you lie back and you'll find out right now."

Sandy laid back on the couch, hooked her right leg over the back of the couch, and placed her left foot flat on the floor. 

The bare lips of her pussy were swollen with excitement. Charles got down on his knees between her thighs and slowly licked the length of her pussy, savoring the taste of her juices, until he reached her large, thick clit. He clamped his lips around it and flicked his tongue back and forth across the end of her clit, driving Sandy wild with excitement.

"Mmmm, you taste fantastic Sandy!" Charles told her in a hoarse whisper, his throat thick with her juices. He buried his face in her pussy again, working his tongue deep into her, licking and sucking on her lips, and massaging her clit with the tip of his tongue. A gentle bite of her clit made her jump.

"Oh yeah, Charles, that's it, that's exactly it. Give me that cock now, Charles, give it to me," she begged.

Charles turned to open the small drawer in the coffee table behind him to take out a bottle of KY jelly. He kept one there, and in the night table beside his bed. He squeezed a healthy glob out, coated his cock with it, got up onto the couch on his knees, and aimed his throbbing cock at her pussy. 

"Are you ready to be fucked, hard?" He teased her.

"Yes, please, fuck me now, hard," she moaned

Charles rubbed the head of his cock up and down and around the wet, red, and swollen lips of her pussy, swiping her clit a couple of times as he passed.

"Oh, please, Charles, don't tease me any more, give me that fucking thing."

"It certainly is a fucking thing, Sandy," he teased, as he pushed just the head of his cock into her, holding back against a powerful desire to plunge all the way in. he wanted to tease her. He rotated his hips, rubbing the thick shaft of his cock against her clit.

"Stop teasing me," Sandy commanded, in an angry, frustrated voice. "Fuck me, now!"

Charles obliged her, thrusting himself deep into her, until his pubic bone met hers.

"Ohhhh, yessss," she cried out. "That's so big, and hard. It feels sooo goood!"

"You're nice and wet, and hot, and tight, Sandy. Ughhh, yeah, feel it girl," Charles taunted her. "Feel it! Look at it, Sandy!" he commanded her as he grabbed her ankle off the floor and placed it on his shoulder, so her pussy angled upward and she could see him plunging in and out.

"Oh, yes, Charles, fuck me. Just like that."

Charles increased the pace of his fucking, driving himself deep into her in hard, fast thrusts, and pulling out slowly, making sure to rub his cock against her engorged clit. Her pussy started overflowing with her juices. They were mixed with the lube and flowed down to cover her tight rosebud. Charles couldn't resist fingering her ass, wetting his thumb with her juices and pushing it through the tight muscle and into her ass.

"Oh, god! That's hot!" Sandy cried out.

"You like my finger in your ass?"

"Oh, yeah!" 

"Here's something better," he told her, as he pulled out of her pussy, rubbed some more jelly on the head of his hard, wet cock and pushed it against the opening he had loosened with his thumb. "Much better than my thumb," he grunted as he thrust himself into her ass. 

"Oh god! Easy, Charles! Slow! I've never done this. It hurts!"

I"t won't hurt for long, baby. Here, just feel me inside you," he urged her softly, stopping with his cock deep inside her, to let her feel the full length and thickness of him.

"It's so big! I feel so full."

Charles began to stroke her clit gently with his thumb, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Oh, that's good. Just like that!" 

Charles began to pull himself out of her ass, slowly. When he was halfway out, he thrust back in, hard, while he rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

"Ohhh, geeezzz!" She cried out. "I'm almost there, Charles. Don't stop. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Sandy moaned, her eyes shut and her head thrown back.

Charles was getting close, too. He pulled out of Sandy's ass and plunged himself deep into her pussy in one hard thrust, squeezing her clit between his thumb and forefinger and pushing it hard against his thrusting cock.

"Yes, oh god, oh god, I'm cummmmiinnng!" Sandy yelled. "Cum for me Charles. I want you to cum for me."

"Don't worry, here it comes," he laughed, as he pulled his cock out of her pussy and climbed up to straddle her chest and aim it at her face.

"Open wide, Sandy," he commanded. The first burst of cum splashed on her cheek and jaw, but she managed to catch the second and third shots in her mouth. For the last couple of smaller bursts, Charles aimed his cock at her forehead. He wanted her face completely covered in his fluid. He squeezed the last drop of his cum onto the tip of his softening cock and rubbed it across Sandy's lips.

"I don't want you to miss a drop," he joked. 

"Mmmm, I love your cum," she moaned, licking it off her lips and scooping some off her face onto her finger and licking it clean.

Watching Sandy was exciting for Charles. He loved women who could really "let go" and enjoy sex. College girls like Sandy were the best. Their bodies were still firm and supple, their skin silky smooth, and their pussies wet and tight. Charles loved eating young, wet pussy. He was more than 20 years older than most of the students he fucked. Whenever they told him he was the biggest, hardest, longest-lasting, "best" fuck they had ever had -- and they almost always did -- it seemed to take years off his age. He turned 45 this past spring, but he felt 25, especially when he was buried deep in the pussy of a 21- or 22-year old. 

"You look very proud of yourself, Charles," Sandy chided him.

"I am proud. You're a tremendously beautiful and sexy young woman, and I feel very proud of having satisfied you, and myself." 

"Your cock's getting hard again, Charles. Does the professor want to give his student another lesson so quickly?"

"Yes, indeed, Miss Richards, I do. Turn over, and get on your knees. Ass up, and face down on the couch. I want to do you doggy style."

"Will you fuck my pussy, or my ass? Or both?"

"Both, of course," he replied matter-of-factly.

Charles began by pushing himself all the way into Sandy's wet pussy in a single, long, hard thrust. Her moans told him she was loving it as much as he was. She was the perfect combination of a tight pussy and lots of lubrication that made penetration easy. He was tempted just to enjoy it until he came again. But he wanted that ass again, too. He wanted to pound it with his cock, to dominate her and make her beg for him to cum deep inside her. There was no greater turn-on for him than to have a woman beg for him to cum inside her ass. He knew Sandy would not disappoint him. 

"Oh baby, Charles, Charles, baby, you feel so good in my pussy. You're so deep. I can feel you pushing all the way up inside me! Oh, don't leave me," she protested as Charles pulled out. "Do my ass again, Charles. I want you to fuck my ass, hard."

"Be careful what you wish for, Sandy," he growled, as he thrust himself deep into her ass and began pounding her with long, hard strokes. It took only a dozen or so hard thrusts to make himself cum. He drained himself into her ass, and stopped to allow himself to start to shrink so he could pull out easily. The brief sight of her enlarged sphincter, dripping with his cum, before she fell flat onto the couch closing her cheeks, was deeply erotic for him. He laid down on her back and kissed the back of neck and shoulder.

"That was great, Sandy."

"For me, too, "she whispered.

"You know we're going to have to do this again, soon," he told her as he stood up. "Again, and again, and again," he laughed.

"Mmmm, sounds good to me," Sandy replied, sitting up and placing a gentle kiss on the end of his now-soft cock. "Kim is going to be sooo jealous," she declared happily.

"Are you going to tell her?"

"Oh yeah, every detail. I want her to get all wet for you, and to be willing to do that threesome we talked about."

"Will you eat her pussy?"

"I already have."

"Oh, that's nasty, and hot!"

"Wow, look at you, you're getting hard just thinking about me going down on Kim, and eating her sweet little pussy." 

"Yes, but we both have to get back to campus."

"Too bad!"

"Don't put those on," he told her, taking her soaked panties out of her hands. "Just clean yourself off with them and give 'em to me."

"You keep souvenirs?" she asked, with a coy smile as she used the panties to dry herself off.

"Something like that," he replied.

Later, after almost everyone had left work for the day, after the air conditioning had shut down, and the building was just about empty, Kim stopped by Charles' office. He had removed his jacket, loosened his tie, and rolled up his sleeves in an effort to stay cool. Kim was practically hyper with excitement, which made it impossible for Charles not to start getting hot.

"Sandy told me all about what you guys did this afternoon, Charles. I'm terribly jealous. And very horny!" She moved quickly toward him, circling around the corner of his desk and lifting herself up on his desk to sit facing him as he pushed his desk chair back to make room for her. "See?" She asked, lifting her knees and spreading her thighs to reveal her wet, swollen pussy to him. The small triangle of red hair above her shaved lips glistened with wetness. 

"She's been playing with herself," Charles thought. A smirk of self-satisfied ego crossed his lips.

"Oh, so you like what you see!" Kim growled in a low, throaty voice. Her throat is swollen with arousal, Charles realized, and her face is all flushed, too, he noted to himself. This one gets even hotter faster than Sandy.

"Yes, I do." 

"Well, do me, professor Black! Fuck me right now. Give me that big hard cock Sandy was telling me about. I want to feel what she felt."

Charles hurried over to the door to his office and locked it. He resumed his position, standing directly in front of Kim. He quickly undid his pants, pushed them and his boxers down his thighs. He wasn't going to take time to remove them completely. He was hard and horny for Kim's pussy. So he lifted her ankles to his shoulders and plunged into her without any preliminaries. Just a hard, deep thrust into her wetness.

"Ugghhh!" She moaned. "You ARE big, Charles. And soooo hard! My god! This feels great. Sandy was right, baby. You do know how to fuck!" 



Professor Bumram's Dilemma



What really happened in the Frigid forest

When we last left Professor Bumram, she was being pulled deeper into the Frigid Forest by the rampaging centaurs as her students slipped away. Well now dear readers…the rest of the story.

Two centaurs held each arm of Professor Bumram and drug her further into the forest. As they pulled her, her clothes were being shredded by the nettles and briars on the floor of the forest. They finally came to a stop in a small clearing deep in the middle of the woods.

The sun was fast disappearing over the tops of the tall trees and darkness started to crawl across the canopy of the forest. The two centaurs dropped the professor unceremoniously to the ground. She was not unconscious, but not far from it. Two other centaurs came over and lifted the near lifeless body onto a huge tree trunk that had fallen across the floor of the clearing.

The professor was laid face-up and the centaurs bound her spread eagled across the tree. Her arms were bound at the wrist with some forest vines as were her legs. The centaurs took knives and finished cutting the rest of the professors clothes off.

As the centaurs stood back to look at their handiwork, they realized she was not the most beautiful human they had ever seen. What she lacked in beauty, she made up for with a huge pair of tits and big, thick lips that seemed to be beckoning them. The other centaurs were anxious to have at this human, witch or not. They were waiting for the centaur named Byrne to lead the way.

Byrne strode over to the woman on the log and started to shake her head by yanking her hair. “Wake up,” he said. No response. He shook her harder. “Wake up you bitch,” he yelled. She started to open her eyes and look around.

“Where am I?” she moaned. “How did I get here?”

“You were caught trespassing in our forest,” said Bane. “For that you must be punished.”

She tried to move her arms and legs but found them bound well by the centaurs. “What are your intentions?” she asked. “Do you know who I am?” she continued. “I am the high priestess of Titmammion. I demand that you release me immediately or you shall suffer the gravest of consequences! Are you listening to me?” she bellowed.

“Shut up you dried up cunt!” Byrne screamed back at her. “You are in no position to make any demands at this point. If you are lucky, you might just get fucked to death and die a happy woman, but that remains to be seen.” She did not reply.

“As leader of the centaurs, I, and I alone, will decide your fate.” He reached down and slapped her hard across her exposed breasts. She sucked in her breath at this but held back from groaning. He then took a nipple in between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and pulled the nipples out as far as they would stretch and then released them. He did this a couple of more times and then stopped to watch her reaction.

She screamed from the nipple pulling but her body betrayed her mouth as the nipples started to harden. “You worthless mule!” she screamed at him. “Is that all you’ve got?”

“Don’t call me mule, bitch!” he yelled back. He reared back and slapped her across the tits again. This time he made sure the tips of his fingers swept across the hard nipples as he swung. He leaned down and took one of the nipples in his mouth and started to suck as hard as he could.

As he did so, he felt a hot, sticky, sugary sweet taste in his mouth. That made him suck all the harder and the liquid really seemed to flow from her nipples. He heard her giving out little moans as her body started to quake ever so slightly. He invited the other centaurs over to try the other nipple. He was not about to give his up. The other centaurs jockeyed for position to get at the other tit.

“Oh I see you like my magimilk. Don’t I have enough nipples to go around?” she teased at him. “Let’s see if I can rectify that.” She then started to recite a spell.

Tits swollen and full,

Nipples needing a pull.

Double D and 44,

Many callers at my door.

To share wondrous magimilk,

With those of centaur ilk.

Let my nipple count increase,

By a factor times three.

At that, each areola sprouted two more nipples and each nipple grew to a length of about 4 inches. Each nipple stood up firmly but was flexible as each centaur’s mouth found. Now six centaurs were surrounding Profesor Bumram and merrily sucking away. As each sucked and tasted the magimilk, Bumram undulated beneath their hungry mouths moaning to herself. Finally they had sucked her dry and the other centaurs pulled away.

The six nipples now drooped lazily across her breasts since they were empty of their magic potable. Byrne stepped forward and grabbed the nipples in his hands like udders and started yanking. The nipples did not respond. After a moment he stopped.

The centaur now turned his attention to the professor’s face. “I am certain that those fat little cock loving lips could use the touch of a good centaur.” Bane said.

“Bring it on!” said Bumram.

He reared up on his back two legs and slowly walked his cock over to her waiting mouth. He saw her opening for his assault and he gently placed the tip on the edge of her lips. As quickly, he slammed the length of his cock all the way in and grabbed the back of her head. Bumram almost choked from the initial thrust, but hung on as he continued burying it deeper in her throat.

She decided to fight fire with fire and mumbled an incoherent charm that immediately 

turned her tongue into a foot long constricting snake. As the centaur plunged, the tongue started to wrap itself around his full blown cock. The tongue would coil and compress 

on the cock sending tidal waves through the centaur.

He pulled back and watched as the tongue continued to assault his cock. It swirled around his hard tool like the stripe on a barber pole. He tossed his head back and howled at the moon as the snakelike tongue squeezed him tighter. The tongue released his cock and then wrapped around his balls. Then her tongue pulled him forward and guided his cock back into her mouth.

She closed her lips around his cock while the tongue continued to grasp his balls. She sucked him and rocked her head up and down his pole. The tongue released his balls and slid further up under him until the tip found his puckering ass. The tongue dove in and starting squirming around in his ass.

This caused him to drive his cock deeper into her mouth. He was on the edge now. He continued to moan loudly. He took his fingers and interlocked them with her multiple nipples. He squeezed and kneaded as she continued to suck. The other centaurs were bucking wildly watching the sex acts happening before them.

Byrne could stand it no longer. He stiffened and released his steaming centaur cum into the professor’s mouth. Somehow she swallowed it as she continued to probe his ass. She then released her lip lock and pulled her tongue back in. She beckoned him closer and he leaned over towards her .

When his mouth was near hers, she suddenly shot her tongue out into his mouth. It wrapped around his tongue and he could taste his ass and his cum all at the same time. He did not recoil but pushed his lips against hers as her tongue massaged his. He had not released his grip on her nipples yet and they felt hard against his chest as he pressed against her.

He pulled back from her kiss and saw that his hands were covered in her magimilk. His squeezing had got her going again. He started licking it off his hands. As he did so, he invited the other centaurs to join in. They came over and started furiously lapping at her tits licking them clean.

When they had finished, she said, “Please release me and I will take care of the rest of you all at the same time.” The centaurs talked among themselves and then agreed to her request. After they untied her, she told them exactly what to do.

“Lay down on your back,” she instructed one. After he did, she climbed on him. “Lick my ass while I suck your cock.” He complied immediately. Her tongue roved over his cock as it hardened. His tongue felt heavenly in her ass. She pushed back trying to get it farther in her ass.

She released his cock with her tongue and then she started to flick at the head. It was like a soft whip striking his cock. With every lash, he would drive his tongue deeper into her ass. When she could stand it no more, she slid up his body and mounted his cock with her ass. With her back to his belly, he reached around and was kneading her tits.

She pointed to another and said, “Come and lick my pussy.” The centaur raced over and shoved his face into her moist pussy. As he was licking, he noticed the clit was growing. He continued to lick and suck on the clit until it became so large that he could not pull it out of his mouth. Bumram muttered a charm and the clit shrunk. “Now that you’ve got me wet, climb aboard. That’s an order.”

Now she had one centaur in her ass and one in her pussy. They were bucking away when she called the other three over. “ You two suck on my tits. And you, I want your cock in my mouth.” The centaurs gladly did as instructed. She reached under the two who were sucking on her tits and grabbed a big fat cock in each hand. The faster she stroked, the harder they sucked.

The centaur with his cock in her mouth was being treated to her incredible tongue treatment. Her serpent-like tongue squeezed his cock and released his cock with a pulsating rhythm that had him on the brink in no time. When she sensed that he was close, she shifted the tongue to wrap around his balls and stop him from shooting. She was in charge now and each centaur would cum when she decided the time was right.

She would tighten and loosen her ass and pussy as necessary to control both of those centaurs. She was able to keep each centaur going for the better part of an hour with her control techniques. Bumram had already come six or seven times herself. She was starting to lose count. She wished she had her wand so she could cast a spell to make room for more centaurs.

She would scream for joy if she didn’t have a big throbbing centaur cock in her mouth. She soon sensed that she had all of them built up to a near climax level. When she was ready, she willed her muscles to clamp down on each centaurs cock at the moment of deepest penetration. She was inducing a fireworks style grand finale where they would all come at the same instant.

Sensing the right moment, she tightened her ass and pussy to lock on each cock to the point that each centaur could not pull out. She repeated this with the two she was holding and the one in her mouth. As if on cue, each centaur spasmed and released their hot gooey loads into her ass, pussy, mouth, and all over her tits as one.

She gagged slightly but recovered to suck down all the cum in her mouth. She then released all her muscles and let the orgasms wave over her like the ocean’s tide. It was pure ecstasy. Each of the centaurs held his ground enjoying the incredible feeling of her vibrating body on each of their cocks.

She finally stopped her spasms and lay silent on the belly of the one centaur. The other centaurs moved away and collapsed, tired from the orgy she had provided. Each centaur drifted off to sleep, but Bumram was also too tired to move. She wanted to get up and leave, but her body could not move. Five centaur cocks would be enough to tire any witch.

She had almost drifted off herself when she heard a noise in the nearby forest. She rolled her head in the direction of the noise and saw a figure slowly gliding toward her. As the figure moved closer, she could see it was Dax, the high wizard of Dickwiddie. She wanted desperately to cover herself, but she could not muster the strength to lift her arm.

Dax came to her side and said “It looks like you have been busy Professor Bumram. I hope your new friends got their money’s worth.” None of the centaurs stirred.

“Fuck you, Dax!” she said with as much energy as she could muster.

“Dear Professor Bumram, I see no reason to berate your knight in shining armor, as it were. Besides, you appear to be in no position to call the shots.” He raised his wand and said ”Levioso tittia cunticus.” Her body rose off the sleeping centaur and followed Dax as he walked away. 

“I think we will retire to my chambers to finish our dick-tation…er…discussion Professor Bumram.” said Dax.

Bumram inclined her head to see that Dax still had his wizard’s cap on, but it also looked like he had stuck it under his robe. Bumram smiled and said, “Yes Dax, perhaps I should swallow your…er…my pride and cum to you with the truth. It’s the least you deserve.”



Professor Butler



Hard to believe that this has happened. As a professor at a smaller college in Oregon, with a youth spent in Idaho, I have led a pretty boring and safe existence. My social life as a young adult had been pretty good. I was reasonably well liked, had good friends and most of the time, had girlfriend around. 

My relationships with these women seemed mostly pretty normal. There were a few out of the box kind of girls now and again that liked me to tie them up and one or two that liked me to fuck them in the ass. Other than that, things were mostly pretty vanilla. All the reason why the events of the other day were so unbelievably out of the ordinary, I decided I simply had to put them on paper. 

I had been teaching for a mere three years, and at the age of 31, I knew that there would be issues with young ladies that could crop up. I made a vow to myself that I would never succumb to any temptation like that. My career was simply too important and decided that there was no way I would ever let myself get into a compromising position. 

The job and relo to Oregon had gone well, and I even met a young lady that was a CPA in town and developed a pretty nice, if not somewhat ordinary romance with. Unfortunately, things kind of ran their course, and after about a year, we went our separate ways. So things had been a little lonely, and being human, of course I was going to notice some of the beauty that I was surrounded with on campus. 

The economics class I taught possessed some of that beauty, and she was named Emily. It was not but about a week into the summer session when I begin noticing her in the front row. Emily sometimes had a sort of odd look on her face. As if she was staring at me in a testing way that seemed to X-ray my soul in an uncomfortable fashion. I caught her several times over the next several weeks sort of gazing oddly at me but didn't give it too much thought. 

She frequently raised her hand and participated in our discussions and clearly was one of the sharper students in the room. She was a sexy girl that was very attractive. But it was her confidence that made her noticeable. Her sexy attire that showed off the long legs that were incessantly crossed and uncrossed didn't hurt much either.

With about a week left before the finals, Emily was in her usual spot, but seemed not to be paying her ordinary level of attention in the class. Sort of off in a silent daydream, her legs were ever so slightly parted as she seemed to be completely oblivious to what she had revealed to me. As my classroom was the tiered sort, even the first row in which she sat was slightly elevated from where I sat. She was wearing a very short skirt that day, and try as I might, I couldn't help but glance her way as her white panties were clearly visible. 

And that's when it happened – as seemingly as fast as you could snap your fingers, she was no longer in her revelry and was all of sudden staring right at me as I was viewing the junction between her legs. We both realized immediately that I had been caught red-handed, but rather than pull her legs back together, she instead left them unmoved and simply looked at me with this sort of disapproving look. I can't say why, but I felt as thought I had let her down and was ashamed. 

After about five seconds went by, she slowly moved her legs back together in a much more lady-like fashion. I begin stammering and completely lost my train of thought. I was so distracted by what I had done (and even more, by Emily's reaction) that I couldn't even finish the lecture. Supply-side economics would have to wait for another day.

The next class went without any major incidents, but I did get "the stare" from Emily. She had this big time superior look about her. I tried to hold myself out in an authoritative way, but when I looked her direction, something about her seemed to make me shrink and feel inadequate.

The final exam was administered a week later, and with the same sort of gaze being administered by Emily, I felt downright embarrassed, almost humiliated with myself. She seemed to be quite pleased by my reaction as a wry smile more or less crept across her face as the tests were being passed around the room. 

It was no surprise to me that as all the grading was completed, Emily had one of the top scores in the class. I had announced that I would post grades on the website within 5 days, yet two days after the exam, I received an email from Emily asking if the grading was done and if she could come by my office and to get her score a little early. 

She wanted to get applications off for her internships for the following summer as soon as possible she explained, and could I help with this small favor? I replied to her email that she could drop by anytime. Within five minutes of sending my email, she replied that she would come by at the end of my office hours that day, around 5:00. 

While I was secretly thrilled that we would be alone in my office together, I was at the same time terribly nervous in regards how her confidence seemed to give her this superior edge over me. How could this be? I always had confidence around women, and I typically would be the one that was in charge of things. I felt as though with Emily, even though she was just a student to me, all of my confidence and ability to control a situation had abandoned me.

The day seemed to move by in an unbelievably slow way. Task after task after task, yet the clock seemed to have a mind of it's own and move in a slow motion. Near the appointed time, I found myself straightening my office, wanting it to look as clean as possible for a person I barely knew. Why was I doing this? Deep down, I think I wanted her to approve. How ridiculous is that?

Finally, 5:00 rolled around, then 5:15, but no Emily. Around 5:30, I started packing up my things to head home. With my disappointment spoiling my previous upbeat mood, there was a tiny little knock on the door. My heart practically leaped at the sound. 

I opened the door and there was my young student, dressed very casually in some sort of short work out shorts, tennis shoes and one of those too short shirts that the girls wear that show off the skin around their middle. No navel ring here - her perfect stomach was uninterrupted. I only glanced to take this all in, but even this she noticed, and I heard a barely audible disapproving "Tsssk" come from her mouth. 

As casual as she was, as she walked into my office, she seemed confident and almost had an air of superiority toward me. I nodded toward one of the guest chairs at my desk and she had a seat. I turned to fish thru a filing cabinet and handed her exam. It was in an envelope, but she didn't even bother to open it to look at the score. I couldn't believe the gall of this girl! As she leaned over and away from me to put it in her purse, I noticed her low shorts revealing the back of a delightfully lacy white thong that had crept up and seemed to flash "Look at me, Look at me!"

It was at this point that I realized I was actually getting sexually excited. I reminded myself of the oath I had made to myself and swore again that I wouldn't make any overtures toward this sexy student of mine. 

When she turned back to me, I asked her why didn't look at her score. She replied in a confident tone to match her posture that she ALREADY knew that she made an A. I tried to joke that she might want to be a little less sure of things lest she set herself up for a disappointment, but she was having none of it. She asked me if she was the high grade in the class, and I explained that she was not. 

Delighted to have just the tiniest bit of control back on my side of things, I allowed myself a small smile. Emily then asked if she could see the grades for all of the students in the econ class. As I trying to explain why this was unethical, she simply slowly shook her head and shushed me. She told me that she thought it would do no harm for her to see it. 

I'm not sure what happened, but it was at this point that I seemed to lose all control over our conversation and realized that Emily was in charge, and if she wanted to see the grades, I would let her. The little bit of control I had acquired just seconds before, was in an instant, ripped right back away from me. I'm not sure, but I might have sunk a little lower in my seat.

I punched up the grades on the PC and began to turn the monitor around towards her, but she put up her hand to instead stop me. She then got up and walked around to my desk and looking at me, said, "Excuse me, may I sit please?" This was insane! She wanted to sit in my chair, the "power position"! As crazy as it was seeing as this was MY office, I nonetheless was being propelled by some inexplicable force and got up and moved out of her way. 

She sat and reviewed the grades for a bit, and said, "Well, number 2 out of 80 students is not too shabby." I congratulated her on her great semester saying she earned the high score. 

She seemed to stop and study me again, and then told, not asked, but told me to sit in my OWN guest chair. I couldn't believe this but somehow, that same force now took over my body and there I was, sitting in a guest chair with her at my desk. Then she floored me by asking, "So Professor, now that we both agree as to what I have earned, how are we going to figure out what to do with what you have earned with your poor behavior towards me, a mere innocent, bright-eyed undergrad in your class?

Had I heard right? I couldn't even talk I was so shocked. Seriously, try as might, I knew she was talking about the panty staring incident that I hoped had faded into the background, when in fact, she wanted to lay it bare and discuss it. And I could get no words out. I eventually tripped over an awkward apology delivered without even being able to look her in the eye. All the while, I knew she was staring at me. 

I felt exactly like I had after the time I had misbehaved in seventh grade. I was sent to Ms. Bell, the very hot principal who lectured me about my behavior until I was utterly humiliated. She then had me lean across her lap with my butt high in the air and explained that bad boys get spankings. Then, with her bare-hand, she gave me one over my jeans. While I can't say that it really hurt, the humiliation of the moment seemed to excite me, and I walked out of her office thankful that my jeans mostly hid my arousal. 

Now here I am in my 30's yet feeling the same way? It was crazy! I hadn't thought of that spanking in years and years. Emily asked me to look at her and then announced, "I think you owe me something for your indiscretions." I didn't understand. She already had an A that she had earned...what more did she want from me?

She then explained that she felt it her responsibility to help protect other younger girls from instructors like me by providing "corrective behavior". Oh gawd...did I hear this right? I knew where this was going, and even though I was becoming more excited by the moment, I was filled with dread. 

I meekly told Emily that I didn't know what she meant. She looked me dead in the eye, said to me, "Oh yes you do". Still seated, she rolled my desk chair that she had commandeered back from the desk to create some space, and patted those beautiful thighs that her running shorts covered only a bit of and beckoned me to come to her. 

I couldn't even think for myself. After a moment of being in a frozen panic, I got out of my seat and made a move to lie across her lap. The embarrassment of the moment gripped me as I started to feel dizzy. 

Then, to make it worse, Emily suddenly stopped me saying, "Professor Butler, I hardly think I would make much of a point if you have your slacks on. Please lock the door, remove your pants and do be snappy about it! 

How was this happening? A little college senior taking over in my office and telling me what to do? It was surreal. What was even more surreal is that in my trance-like state, I could nothing other than follow the instructions that had been dispensed. I begin unbuttoning my slacks. Emily then told me to also remove my shoes. With this done, I looked to her for approval, and after several seconds went by, Emily then explained that for maximum effect, the discipline should be administered without my boxers as well. 

Enough was enough. I had to put a stop to this before it went any further, and I made up my mind to do just that. I told Emily that this was now beyond acceptable and that we would stop this nonsense immediately. She seemed to listen to me very carefully, and then after a lengthy pause, she declared, 

"Professor Butler, I will only ask you one more time. Remove your boxers, lie across my lap and be still. If you cannot follow those simple instructions, you will make things much worse for yourself." Her calm confidence seemed to send me right back into a trance, and I found myself incapable of anything other than following her instructions. 

It was going to happen. There was nothing that I had in me to halt this ridiculousness. Thankfully I was permitted to keep my shirt on and before I removed my boxers I turned away from her so she wouldn't see my semi-aroused state. 

Yes, all of this DID have me strangely excited. So in my mostly nude state, I more or less managed to climb onto her lap without exposing myself. I thought at this point the spanking would begin post haste, but I was wrong. With hand firmly placed on my shirt covering my left ass cheek, Emily proceeded to lecture me on how I would submit to her wishes to punish me, and that if I knew my place, I would stay quiet. She began telling me that I had been a very bad boy and that bad boys need harsh lessons. 

This humiliation seemed to strangely only fuel my excitement. She then very slowly rolled my shirt up and out of the way of my ass, and the spanking commenced. It was with her bare hand, and just like in seventh grade, it was not all that hard or particularly painful, but at several points, she continued with my humiliation by telling me how bad I was, and how overdue this spanking must be. 

All of her lecturing only served to further my excitement. I couldn't for the life of me understand any of it, but I knew one thing, and that was that being spanked and humiliated by a 21 year old was turning me on and doing it quickly!

After what seemed like at least five minutes of small spanks all over my ass and upper thighs, it stopped. As I realized it was over, I tried to push my shirt down so I could get up without my arousal betraying me, but with a firm hand in the small of my back, Emily stopped me from moving. 

She explained that she was not finished yet. She then started lightly rubbing my slightly stinging ass. What an exquisite feeling it was! I was now very close to being fully erect and was very embarrassed that she might notice. I could not allow that to happen; it would be awful!

I was hoping that whatever she had in mind, my erection would have an opportunity to subside. I absolutely HAD to get some element of modesty back on my side. 

Emily, however, had other plans. She said she didn't want me to have any lingering pain from my spanking, so she took a small bottle of hand lotion from her bag, unscrewed the top, and dribbled a liberal amount on my ass. She merely had wanted to make her point she explained. 

She also allowed that the lotion would remove the sting. With that, she began a light massage of the afflicted area of my ass and upper thighs. There was no way that this treatment was going to help my cock's condition. Anything but! 

So there I was, wearing only my shirt, draped across my 21-year-old student's lap, and she was massaging my ass. As this went on, she continued telling me how bad I had been. This verbal taunting only served to make my cock grow a little harder at which point Emily then noticed my erect state. 

She said with shock, "Why Professor Butler, you seem to be enjoying this!" I immediately denied it, but Emily again quieted me and ordered me to spread my legs for her as she needed to "inspect" me. What on earth does that mean? With fear of what was to come, I timidly moved my legs the tiniest bit apart, so Emily gave me a pretty good spank and ordered me, "Further apart, further, I said!" I knew there was no arguing with her, so I complied. Even then, it wasn't enough to satisfy her, so Emily took each of my knees in her hands and pushed my legs even further apart thus exposing me in a terribly vulnerable way. 

She then squirted some more lotion right into my crack, and rubbed it perilously close to my virgin hole. She seemed to hesitate before skipping that particular spot, but did thoroughly rub the lotion into the area on my upper legs right next to my balls. She was so close to touching me where I needed it the most.

Seemingly now aware that this teasing seemed to be a whole new way to punish me, Emily continued with the touches that couldn't have been more than the smallest of a fraction of an inch from my cock and balls. I was dying for her to touch me there. I think she heard my occasional sharp intake of breath as my excitement grew because she just sort of teased me like that for a while. 

Then a stray finger of hers gave a near tortuous light little stroke across my balls. I moaned immediately and Emily quickly admonished me by reminding me that this was a punishment, not for pleasure. Yet with a lilt in her voice that gave away how much she was enjoying herself, she began a light tickling of my balls. 

With her other hand, she suddenly reached beneath me and lightly grabbed my now raging cock. She gave the briefest of squeezes just to sort of test the waters, and now that she knew how much I had been enjoying all of this, she told me that she would have to take the punishment much further than what she had originally believed. 

Letting go of my cock, she returned to her tickle torture. Gradually, she began expanding the torture beyond my balls and included my cock in her torture. Her hand and fingers continued their teasing, and then I froze as I felt one of her fingers, in a sort of exploration mode, scrape right across my asshole. Holy crap! 

No way she would do that to me! No way! I was screaming silently and Emily must have felt me shudder as my widely spread legs had me in a very exposed state. She asked me if I have ever been touched there. I told her honestly that I had not. She then removed her hands from me completely and explained that part of my punishment would likely involve things that were new to me. Trust her she said, and she can help me become a better person and learn to avoid the shortcoming I had exposed to her in my classroom. Additionally, she says I may even eventually enjoy myself, but for that to happen, I would have to earn the privilege. 

So Emily once again grabs the lotion, and holding the bottle over my upturned ass, she allowed a dollop to land right in the middle of my asshole. With fear, I subconsciously began to close my legs so as to protect my most vulnerable area. This action outraged Emily, and I received a harsh spank to remind me of who was in charge. 

I practically leaped off her, but Emily was ready for this with a hand to firmly hold me in place, and it was apparent that I was not going to be allowed to get off of her lap anytime soon. She then ordered me to spread my legs as far as I could. Finally satisfied with my massively exposed state, she then took her index finger and slowly started rubbing the lotion into my rectal area. 

There was this very slow, insistent pressure there as her finger teased for several minutes, which did actually relax me a bit. Eventually, her finger slid just barely inside me. Allowing me time to get used to the new sensation of being invaded, I then felt Emily's finger wiggle around a little bit. Then, there was a slight rotation and finally, a sawing motion in and out, in and out, until her finger was buried all the way inside of me. I had begun groaning as these new sensations were unlike anything I had ever felt before. Without even a touch, I was certain that my cock had to be harder than it ever had been. 




Professor Butler



She then told me, "Now you know a little bit what it's like for a woman." Emily went on to explain that since I had been a bad little boy, she would have to treat me as such. She took her finger and very slowly started to move it in and out. She told me that bad little boys get finger-fucked and that if I had been better behaved, this would not have been necessary. Every so often she took her other hand and gave me a little ticklish touch on my cock, or occasionally, she would outright grab it good and hard and jack me but only for a few seconds. "Bad boys don't get EVER cum until I tell them they can", she announced.

Between her finger being buried deep in my ass and the attention my cock and balls were getting, I was starting to go crazy, as I REALLY needed to cum. She seemed to sense my urgency and explained that we were nowhere near that happening for the time being. She then removed her finger from my ass, got some more lotion, then I felt pressure right back at the same place, but this time, it was with TWO fingers. 

No way this was going to happen I think. I can't take that. But Emily was insistent and kept telling me how bad I had been. With time, she worked a second finger in me, and moving them in and out, repeatedly asked me how it felt to be fingered like a girl. I could pretty much only grunt – thankfully, she doesn't even really care if I have an answer or not. Then she sort of twisted her fingers around inside of me, as if to open me futher, and she began rubbing a gland inside of me that I later learned was my prostate. This drove some intense feelings that I have never remotely felt before. 

Oh my gawd did I need to cum, so I begin to fuck back toward her fingers with my body, trying to get more pressure. With her other hand teasing my cock in ticklish kind of way, I needed a firmer touch there so that I could come. She sensed this and provided just what I needed with a firm jacking motion. But as I got close, she stopped, so that my orgasm could not be reached She repeated this for a while, and then asked me if I was ready to cum. I told her more than she could imagine. She just laughed and said, "No way little boy! Not until I decide it is time!"

Finally, Emily had enough of humiliating my asshole, teasing my prostate and cock, and told me to get off of her lap. She spied the huge couch I have in my office (I keep it for the occasional nap), and ordered me to it. She had me lie with my legs over the top and my torso and head on the seat. I was more or less upside down. 

She then grabbed some of the extra neckties I keep on the back of my door, and tied my hands together with one and my legs as far apart as they would go with the others. So there I am, upside down on the couch completely immobile, with my legs tied far apart and all my most intimate areas fully exposed to whatever Emily wanted to do to them. She then went over to her purse and took out a vibrator of some sort that was tapered at the end. She got some astroglide from her purse, lubed the vibe up, and teased my asshole on the outside for several minutes without putting it in. 

She kept asking me if I wanted her to fuck me with it. It was very hard for me to actually say this. Then I heard a buzzing and a new sensation as the vibrations shook the outer ring of my asshole. Adding some verbal humiliation, she finally slid it into me. Or maybe my ass kind of sucked it in. I'm not really sure. It was unbelievable was how the vibrating sensation went straight from my rectum directly to the root of my cock. 

Then, Emily slid the vibrator all the way in until the tapered end more or less locked it into me. She then had some fun in altering the vibration speeds, twisting it around, and fucking me with it. She eventually left it buzzing and buried to the hilt in my ass. My cock was very hard and needed attention so badly, but it was clear that Emily had other things on her mind. 

Then she started to take her clothes off and with perfect breasts on display, she was down to that lacy white thong I had got a peak of earlier. She gave a little twirl so that even in my position, I got to see her. Then she removed the thong to show off a perfectly hairless pussy. She then brought two chairs and put them on either side of my head and then she kneeled on them facing my cock and simply hovered with that beautiful pussy inches from my face. She said, "I think even the little boy knows what to do now", and she slowly lowered herself so that my tongue could just barely reach her sweetness. 

I went to town as best I could. I really wanted to make her cum so very hard so that I might get the reward that I needed so very badly. She was clearly enjoying herself and her moans and movements became more animated as I slid my tongue in and out of her pussy and across her clit; I even gave her little nibbles and bites, and she really seemed to enjoy that. Then she shifted positions and placed her butt hole square on my mouth. I momentarily halted, and while I couldn't see anything, I certainly felt it when she gave my cock a slap. 

That rebuke was all that it took, and I started licking all over her asshole and even driving my tongue inside her. By this point, she was moaning like a banshee and bucking all over the place; and even just for her own pleasure, she would occasionally slap my cock and call me a slut that needed a good fucking. 

As I continued my ministrations from her ass to her pussy, she began rubbing her own clit, and before too long, she started in a long, intense orgasm. All the while, I kept my tongue going until she finally collapsed in a heap on top of me. She lay there, unmoving for a while. I had to say, I was pretty pleased from myself and was hopeful that Emily would see that I had earned my just reward.

After she came down from her post orgasmic high, she actually gave me a tender little kiss, and then took the vibrator out of my ass. She then untied my legs, and leaving my hands tied, she placed me on my hands and knees on the couch with pillows under my hips as she explained that she wanted my ass way, way up in the air for her. Again, my legs were tied quite far apart so that my asshole was once again completely exposed. My cock, in a mere semi-erect state now, was trapped between my stomach and the cushions, and Emily explained (thankfully) that she would need better access. So she relocated it so that it was sticking out behind me between my spread legs. 

She then took her fingertips and in a feather light way, ran them all over legs in a tickling fashion. With each pass up my legs, she got further and further up the inside on my thighs until she eventually would just barely touch my cock and balls. I needed her to just grab me and stroke me hard, but she wanted to draw out the teasing as long as she could. 

Her finger of one hand then started to circle my rosebud and as she gradually got closer and closer to a spot that no longer scared me, I became more and more excited. While the teasing of my upper thighs, cock and balls with one hand continued, her index finger of her other hand was now poised at the entrance to my rectum. Emily then further teased me by asking me if I wanted her finger inside. 

"You know I do", I said. But Emily enjoyed the verbal taunts too much. She made me beg her to put it inside of me. Finally, leaving her finger poised at the entrance, she told me if I were slutty enough to want it, I would have to do the work while she held her hand steady. So in my bound state, in a doggy style position, even with a bunch of pillows under me, I was able to back up onto her finger just enough to get it fully ensconced into my nether hole. 

She reminded me of what a little slut I was as I had been openly begging her to finger me. She made me ask her to fuck me with first one, then two fingers. In and out, twisting slowly around, rubbing by prostate gland, teasing my cock and balls with her other hand. Finally, she took her hand that was not encumbered with a finger inside of me and slowly began a jerking motion on my cock like she was milking a cow. Her grip became tighter and tighter, and then she said, "So is our little boy ready to cum?" 

"Yes please", I practically shouted, and with that, she completely stopped all movement while keeping her finger buried inside me, her hand gripping my cock, but no motion whatsoever. 

"I will let you have your orgasm Professor Butler, but on one condition. You must come to my home tomorrow prepared to stay for the weekend and do whatever I ask of you during that time. This will include me giving you what you have earned with your poor behavior: I will fuck your little boy ass with my strap-on at home for as long as I like. Can you agree on this?"

I was mortified, but at this point, I was just too close and HAD to cum and would have agreed to practically anything. As if to make her point in convincing me, I felt her fingers move in and out of me twice more and stop once again.

"YES, I agree...I'll do it. Please let me cum, please!

With that, Emily went to work with her fingers pistoning deeply into me while her other hand had a kung fu grip on my cock. Using that tight grip, and focusing on the very sensitive head of my cock, she almost cruelly jacked my member somewhat back and away from my doggy style positioned body. The sensation was over the top, and I began heaving and moaning. Yet one more time, Emily, as to drive her point home with finality, stopped to explain to me that I would cum on her terms, not mine.

"I want to make sure you cum ONLY when I give you permission, is that understood little boy?" 

"Yes", I said, " I will wait until you say it's OK."

"Just what I wanted to hear", was her reply. So she picked back up with two fingers working my prostate and the rapid jerking of my cock. I started to shudder and I knew I was almost to the point of no return. But I was able to ask, "Emily, please may I cum now?" 

"Yes you may little boy, you have my permission." And then with the combination of her hand yanking my cock back between my legs like I was a cow being milked and the pressure on my prostate, I went off into orbit as the first streams built up into an orgasm that had me groaning and bucking all over the place. It was the most powerful orgasm I have ever had and seemed to last way longer than what I am used to. Near the end, Emily removed her dainty fingers from my rectum but was kind enough to keep up the stroking of my cock until I was completely spent of my seed. 

I could not move from my spot, even after Emily had removed my binds. So I didn't even try. She told me she was very impressed with my ability to submit to her need to be dominant. As I lay unmoving in the same position draped over the pillows with my butt in the air, Emily got some tissues and gently cleaned my asshole for me. She said she needed to take very good care of that part of me as it was sure to get plenty of attention form her over the weekend. 

With that, she went to my desk to write something down on a notepad. When finished, she came over to me, gave me a kiss, handed me the note, flashed a killer smile, and like that was gone out the door. 

The note read: 

"Professor,

Be at my home at 8:00 Friday night. Plan on remaining until Monday morning. You are permitted no orgasms from today until I decide you have earned one. 

By the way, Vicky Bassinger from your Finance class had mentioned over drinks with me that she caught you staring up her dress last week. She was not happy about this at all. I have decided I will ask her to help me throughout the weekend with your ongoing discipline and instruction. 

Emily



Professor Catches You



See what happens when the professor catches you.

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Professor Cooper Ch. 01



Derek Cooper was perfect. Absolutely perfect. He taught linguistics at St. James College on the coast of Washington. Six foot four with red-brown hair and bedroom brown eyes, he could make anyone drool. He was painfully brilliant with a perfect body. At 28, he was the youngest professor and had the eye of every girl on campus. Well-deserved, he also carried perhaps the biggest ego on campus. He was arrogant. He knew he was gorgeous. He knew he could have his way with any woman on campus. He didn't need to be polite or have a sense of humour. His father and grandfather both had graduated from St. James and gone on to become professors, as had he. There was no way he was getting fired.

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Emma Davis didn't think she was anyone special. She knew she was pretty, knew people paid a lot of money to get her hair colour, knew people worked out five days a week to stay in the shape she managed with healthy eating and at least a twenty-minute walk every day. But there was nothing immensely unique about her. She was smart, a senior studying to go to medical school with a double major—biology and philosophy—and minors in French and revolutionary history. A standard double-major college girl—liberal to the edge of communism, vegetarian, usually messy hair and not much time to do anything but study. Not to mention her viciously large crush on Professor Cooper.

She couldn't help herself. It was the typical bad boy attraction. Rumour on campus was he had a sleek black Lexus and had five speeding tickets in the last year with it. His hair was almost shaggy; he was always politically incorrect and arrogant as all hell. Warmth spread between her legs every time she thought of him.

***

Emma ran her finger over her slit, imagining it was Professor Cooper's finger instead. She shivered and plunged her fingers into herself, wondering how it would feel if they were actually his. Maybe it would happen. Some time.

***

Derek stood in front his mirror after his shower. His eight-inch cock jumped quickly to his touch. He watched as it thickened. Emma Davis. That's who he'd like to stick his prick in. She was an overworked, exhausted senior with a submissive side so obvious it glowed from her eyes. He'd love to throw her down and have his way with her.

He stroked his cock as he thought of her, imagining her lips around it. It would happen. Some time.

***

"Ms. Davis, if you would please stay after class," his voice shot through her mind.

Fuck. That probably meant she failed the last test. She knew the material; she just could never focus on the test when he was sitting within twenty feet of her. 

"What did you need sir?" she asked.

"In my office."

Her heart dropped. She couldn't handle getting lower than a B in this class if she was going to graduate with top honours. 

"What seems to be the problem, sir?" she asked.

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Man, he adored this. The girl followed him like a puppy with its tail between its legs, her big puppy dog eyes threatening to let tears fall if he was too harsh. She called him sir every time she spoke to him. Deliciously submissive.

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"You seem to be having trouble with your tests. You have aced all your quizzes, but when it comes to tests, you haven't been doing so well," he explained.

"I just can't seem to focus," she replied. "Perhaps if we could arrange an oral test instead of a written test, I might do better."

"I have a few possible oral tests you could perform," he said.

Her eyes grew three times their normal size. Surely he didn't mean what she thought he meant. Nonetheless, a shiver flew down her spine and warmth spread to her crotch.

"Ex-excuse me sir?" she asked.

"You know exactly what I mean. And don't pretend you're going to say no. You're not that good of a liar," he replied.

She blushed. "Professor, that is inappropriate. I couldn't—"

"Of course you could," he cut in. "And you will."

"Why should I?" she pouted, suddenly angry with his arrogance.

"Because otherwise you're going to fail," he stated plainly. 

Emma scoffed and broke eye contact. He just laughed.

"Please. You're going to do whatever I want you to. And you're going to like it. You're just going to be my little slut," he grinned.

She bit her lip to keep a moan back. He laughed out loud.

"That's what I thought."

Her breathing had quickly become heavy. She was suddenly aware of the hot temperature of the room. She took off her cardigan without thinking. Her professor grinned wickedly.

"Keep going."

"Keep going?" she asked.

"Shirt too. And bra. Then pants," he instructed.

She thought for a moment, considered the consequences.

"Do it now!" he demanded.

She did. It wasn't even awkward. She was so aroused she couldn't help herself. She was already sopping. When she kicked off her sandals and pulled her jeans down, he could see the wet spot in her cotton panties. He grinned and signalled her to come over.

He leaned back in his chair and she knelt in front of him. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. It sprung to attention and she grabbed it immediately.

He grinned. "Suck it, you slut."

She wrapped her mouth around it and did as she was told. He moaned and leaned his head back. After a minute or so he grabbed her head. She looked at him with wide eyes. He nodded and pulled her nose to his pubic hair. She came dangerously close to gagging on his cock, but managed to suppress it.

"Good girl."

He pulled her head back and forth, up and down his cock. Bathed in her saliva and his pre-cum, its lubrication was perfect. Her big blue eyes stared up at him as he fucked her face. He pulled out before orgasm and let it slowly die down.

"Why didn't you—?" she started.

He slapped her. "Don't speak unless spoken to."

Tears welled in her eyes, but warmth welled in her crotch. She had always known she was masochistic, she just never found someone who could so easily hit those buttons. She didn't say anything.

"Better. I want to come inside of you," he explained. He stood. "So get the panties off and bend the fuck over."

She complied in less than a second and waited impatiently to feel him between her legs. He slammed his fingers into her. They squished inside her; her juices soaking them. He pulled them out and made her lick them clean. She shivered at her own taste.

Finally he positioned himself and crashed into her. He didn't even pretend to start slow. He just pounded. She cried out in pain—he was deep.

"Shut up!" he exclaimed. "You're my slut. You'll take what I give you and you'll like it!"

She did. She liked the pain. She liked his pelvis pounding into her. She liked his fingers tugging her nipple until tears came to her eyes. 

"Oh God," she moaned.

He gave a sharp yank on her nipple and she cried out.

"I said, shut up!" he yelled, still slamming into her from behind. 

"Yes sir," she said quietly.

"Good girl."

He slowed down, feeling each and every contraction of her pussy. She shivered. It felt so good she could hardly stand it. She was so close to coming.

"You better not be thinking what I think you're thinking," Derek's voice whispered in her ear as he continued to slowly pull in and out. "You don't get to come until I tell you to."

She suppressed a groan at the injustice.

"I get to play with you as long as I want, bring you as close as I want, but you aren't allowed to do anything without my permission," he continued.

Suddenly he bit her ear and she leaned back into him. 

"That's my girl," he grinned wickedly.

He began to rebuild his speed. She had to focus so hard on not coming, but it felt so good. She loved him towering over her, dominating her, ravaging her from behind.

"You little slut," he said. 

She moved with him, enjoying every minute of it.

"You little whore. You love this don't you?"

She didn't reply. He pulled her hair—hard.

"That wasn't a rhetorical question."

"Yes sir. I love it. Please," she said, begging. "More."

"That's my little slut. You just love Professor fucking you. You just love it don't you?"

"Yes. Oh god yes," her eyes were closed and his speed was building.

"And you love me treating you like this. You love being my slut. You want it so bad. Poor repressed little Emma," he said, never slowing his wicked assault. "Getting closer, are we? Hard for you to hold back isn't it? Do you want to come?"

"Please. Oh god please," she begged.

"Please what?"

"Please, sir, let me come," tears flowed down her face it was so hard. But she loved it.

"I like sir, but surely there's something better you could call me," he teased.

"Please, master. Let me come!"

"Mmm, master, I like that. It's very nice. I think—"

"Professor! Please!" she interrupted him.

He leaned down and bit her neck so hard he drew blood.

"That's what you get for interrupting," he explained. "But since you've asked so nicely, go ahead. Come for me."

She screamed as she finally let go. Her pussy clamped down on his cock and contracted over and over. Her body convulsed and she never stopped screaming. 

He rode it out, letting her come multiple times. When the orgasms finally subsided, he sped up even more, pounded into her even harder. She began to moan, not worrying about being punished. It felt so good.

"I'm going to come inside of you, you little slut," he whispered to her again. "Here we go."

With a few final thrusts, he exploded into her, sending her into more waves of ecstasy.



Professor Cooper Ch. 02



This is the second part of the Professor Cooper story. It is strongly urged that you read chapter one first.

*

Emma lay in her bed that night, staring up at the ceiling. Surely that didn't happen. Surely it had been a dream. He wouldn't. Not her professor. But still, she knew it was real. She knew he had. And she had loved it. He treated her like a filthy whore and fucked her, and she ate it up. 

She didn't know what to do now. What-was he going to call her? No, she hadn't given him her number. After he had come, he told her to get dressed and go. No thank you or goodbye. She had come immediately back to her dorm room, told her friends she wasn't feeling well, and stayed in her bed for the rest of the day. 

But what happened tomorrow? Did she see him during office hours? Did she say anything if they ran into each other on campus? Did she just wait to see him until the next class? Did they ever even speak of it again?

She was so confused. It was definitely a relationship she wanted to continue, she just didn't know how.

***

Derek lay in bed that night, grinning. It had been even more amazing than he had expected. God that girl was hot. She called him sir, master. He liked it best when she just called him Professor. It was kind of cute. 

But Jesus. That had been one hell of a day. He wondered how long he could wait before he had to have her again. Luckily he knew Emma had a single apartment. She had been high in the dorm lottery that year and gotten the place every senior dreams for. It was above the school bookstore with a private bathroom, room for a couch, bed and desk to fit comfortably, and shared kitchen space. He could drop in on her practically any time he wished and was almost guaranteed she'd be alone. That was his luck to want a double major-not much of a social life. She did have a boyfriend though-he knew that. But of course that would quickly be remedied. 

Maybe I'll go over there right now, surprise her, he thought. 

No. That was a stupid idea. He could control himself. The thought of her was enough to get him off anyway.

***

Three days later Emma walked into a coffee house and Professor Cooper was there. She considered heading right back out the door she came in, but wanted to be brave. She decided she'd order and leave-what she had been planning to do in the first place-without even so much as looking at him. But she'd make sure he noticed her not noticing him.

"Mocha latte with skim milk please," she ordered.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Professor Cooper turn around at his table to look at her. She ignored him defiantly. 

The entire time it took to make her drink, she smiled and laughed and talked to the people she knew around the coffee house, but didn't even glance in Professor Cooper's direction. She left with her coffee, not noticing as he stood to follow her.

***

He knew she had seen him in the coffee house. And she wasn't ignoring him in a nervous or awkward way; it seemed she thought she was showing him in some way by not speaking to him. He grinned and followed her.

"That was cute," he said as he easily caught up with her.

She jumped, having not noticed him.

"Excuse me?" she asked, trying not to stare at him.

"Ignoring me," he said. "It was cute."

She didn't bother to reply. They continued walking together. It wasn't strange to be seen together; at St. James professors and their students were often close friends. 

"I'm going to the bookstore and then sneaking upstairs," Derek said. "You better be there to let me in."

"And what if I'm not?" she asked insolently.

"Oh look," he tugged lightly on one of her braids, "you're being cute again."

He entered the bookstore and began to browse.

Emma stood outside for a moment, contemplating. He grinned as he saw her enter and head up to her room. After a few minutes, when he was sure no one was looking, he slipped upstairs after her.

She opened the door and pulled him inside before he got the chance to knock.

He pushed her against the closed door and kissed her hard. She moaned and kissed back.

He pulled away and surveyed the room.

"Pretty nice," he said, dropping himself onto the couch.

"I think so," she said.

"What does Zach think?" he asked.

Fuck. Zach. Her boyfriend. She had practically forgotten about him ever since the incident with Professor Cooper three days earlier.

"Um. Yeah I think he likes it," she replied.

"Shame. He's never going to see it again," Derek announced.

"Excuse me?" 

"I don't do seconds. And sometimes I'm going to want you when it's not convenient for you, I don't want some boyfriend asking questions about anything," he explained.

"You're asking me to break up with my boyfriend and then at times drop everything so you can fuck me?" Emma asked incredulously.

"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?"

She thought about it. Actually, she really didn't have a problem with it. Professor Cooper was everything she dreamed about, and the sex was amazing. Plus, her relationship with Zach was more about comfort than anything anymore. She wouldn't be missing much, and she'd be gaining a lot.

"That's what I thought," Derek laughed.

He patted a spot next to him on the couch. Emma didn't move. He raised an eyebrow at her. She smiled and sat next to him.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his member. She glared at him.

"So this is how it's going to be? No niceties? Just straight up fucking?" she asked.

"I might talk to you once in a while," he grinned wickedly. "But basically this is how it's going to be."

She looked at him and brushed some of his hair out of his face. She wasn't about to give him up just because he wasn't going to let her cuddle.

She leaned over and licked the tip of his head. He pushed his hips forward and she took him. As she worked up and down, throat muscles flexing and nostrils flaring, he didn't do anything. She expected it to be like last time. She wanted it to be like last time.

She slowly let him out of her mouth, dragging her teeth lightly along his underside.

"May I speak, sir?" she asked.

He grinned. "Good girl. Go ahead."

"Will you fuck my face and call me a slut?" she said. It felt so weird to say it out loud, but that was what she wanted. "Please, sir?"

He slapped her. She gasped and held her face.

"I'll do whatever I want, you little whore," he snarled.

She smiled slightly. He grabbed her head and forced it onto him.

"I'm not going to fuck your face, slut," he said. "I'm making you do all the work. And it better be good."

Emma got to work. It wasn't going to be good, it was going to be great. She took all of him, devouring his cock and sucking with all her might. As she let him out, her tongue circled him. She kept his swollen head in her mouth and traced its connection to the shaft with the tip of her tongue.

"Jesus," Derek whispered.

Emma hummed and took him again. She slid him in and out of her mouth fast, each time swirling her tongue around him, soaking his cock in her saliva. Her hands played with his balls. 

His hands went to her hair and grabbed fistfuls of it, helping her pump up and down. He had said he wouldn't, but he couldn't stop himself. He moaned, eyes closed. 

"Come on, come on," he breathed. "Make Professor come, you dirty whore."

She felt his balls tense and clamped around him at his base as scalding juice shot down her throat. She swallowed it all and licked him clean, grinning at him when she was done.

"Holy shit," he sighed and pulled her next to him on the couch.

He held her close as he recovered. She appreciated the little snuggling session. His hands had pulled some of her hair out of her braids and tangled it. He tried to brush it out and kissed her head.

"That," he murmured, breathing heavily, "was amazing."

She bit softly on his ear lobe and giggled slightly. 

"God, you smell good," she said.

He chuckled but didn't reply.

"I'm soaking, you know," she whispered.

"Are you implying something?" he asked.

"No sir, of course not," she replied, smiling slightly. "I know you get to do whatever you want, and I'm just your sex object. That was just the statement of a fact."

He grinned. "I'm hungry. Let's go see what you've got in the kitchen."

Derek jumped up but Emma didn't follow. He looked at her expectantly.

"It's shared kitchen space," she explained.

"So you go check and make sure no one's there," he said.

She didn't move.

"That wasn't a suggestion."

Emma rolled her eyes and sighed, but she stood. She grabbed his cock as she passed.

"Put him away before you come to the kitchen," she said.

He grinned as she slipped out the door.

No one was in the kitchen, so she let Professor Cooper rummage through everything, see if he could find something he liked.

"Those aren't mine," she said as he grabbed a box of Cheese Nips.

"I thought you said this was shared," he shoved a handful in his mouth.

"Shared space, not shared food," she explained.

He continued to eat the crackers. She rolled her eyes. He threw the box down and shoved her back into the counter. 

"That's the second time you've rolled your eyes at me, miss," he growled. 

His eyes were unkind yes desirous; his hands roamed all over her body. 

"I'm so sorry sir, I shouldn't have," she apologised.

His hands cupped her ass and lifted her so she was sitting on the counter. 

"No, you shouldn't have," he said. "You naughty little girl. Now how am I to punish you?"

"Oh please sir, don't punish me," she fake-pleaded. "Professor, please don't hurt me."

He slapped her and forced his mouth upon hers. She kissed back with energy. He moved from her mouth to her neck, pulling her braids behind her back for better access. He bit and suckled; his tongue doing things to her she didn't know were possible. It tickled and she shrieked with laughter.

His left hand kept her braids pulled behind her back while his right hand worked its way to her breast. It slipped under her green long sleeve and unhooked the front of her bra. He kissed her again, his tongue exploring. She gasped into his mouth as his hand started on her breast. He rolled and pinched the nipple between his fingers and tugged on it. He squeezed the whole breast and rolled it like bread dough.

She could feel herself soaking her panties. His left hand finally released her braids and snaked under her denim skirt. His fingers slipped past her panties and played with her lips. She sighed as he slid a finger into her. She was so wet there was no resistance. He easily added another finger and drove in and out of her. She contracted her sex every time his fingers were inside of her, trying to hold them there. He pulled them out and returned with just his middle finger, easily finding her G-spot. She moaned.

He bit her bottom lip. "Quiet, baby. I want you to come for me without making a sound."

His right hand left her breasts and worked on her clit. She had to bite her lip not to moan. She pulled him to her and drowned her noise in his mouth as he fingered her relentlessly.

She stopped kissing him and bit the inside of her lip, forcing herself not to make a sound. He grinned and sucked on her ear. 

"Come you filthy slut," he whispered in her ear.

She did. Heat shot through her veins as she shook and shivered. Her fingernails dug in at the nape of his neck. 

"That's my girl," he said as her orgasm finally subsided. "What a good little slut, you didn't make a noise."

"Yeah, but the inside of my lip's bleeding," she glowered.

He grinned and kissed her. "I like the way it tastes."

She blushed and smiled.

"You can be as loud as you want this time," he said as he pulled her panties off.

"Professor," she said, "no. What if someone comes? Let's go back to my room."

He pinched both nipples and she winced. 

"Let's remember who's in charge here," he growled quietly. "You're my little whore and you'll do whatever I like."

As much as Emma loved when he talked to her like that, she was genuinely worried.

"Come on. If we're caught you could be fired, I could be kicked out of school," she pleaded.

"We're both consenting adults, Miss Davis," he replied. "It's frowned upon, and the rest of the professors will hate us both, but no one would be fired or kicked out. They're all just jealous because they're not getting any."

He kissed her hard, his tongue running over the fresh cut in her mouth. She pulled his body tight to hers.

"Naughty little whore," he grinned as he pulled away. "You like being my slut."

Her hands went to his belt. He cooperated and stood still as she unbuckled his pants and pushed them to the floor along with the boxers underneath. 

Derek pushed her skirt up her thigh and pulled her to the edge of the counter.

"Does my whore want me?" he asked teasingly.

"Please sir," Emma's voice showed her yearning. "Professor, fuck me."

"Hard?"

"Very."

He slipped into her. She was so soft and tight; her sex enveloped him to the hilt. 

"Oh god Emma," he breathed.

"Professor, harder!" she demanded.

She seemed to be the one in control this time. He pounded into her. 

"Faster!"

He sped up. 

She no longer cared if someone found them. She didn't care if the entire world found them. She didn't care if God was watching and sending her to hell as they were fucking. It was too good to matter.

He pulled her off the counter and slammed into her harder, her tailbone hitting the edge of the counter every time he thrust. She squeezed her sex around him and raked her fingernails along his spine. 

His pace began to slow. He couldn't keep up such a high speed for long. 

"Stop," she said.

He stopped. She pulled himself off of him and pushed him backward onto the red plastic kitchen table. She pulled her shirt over her head and took off her skirt. Derek kicked his pants and boxers off of his ankles and Emma yanked off his shirt.

"I'm going to ride you so hard," she announced. 

She climbed onto the table and lowered herself onto him. She began to bounce, up and down and up and down. He thrust with her.

"You are such a filthy whore," Derek grinned. "Look at you, fucking your Professor. Riding him. You slut."

He let her ride him for a little while long before flipping her over. He hooked her ankles over his shoulders. He began to pound.

"Oh god! Oh god yes!" she screamed.

A few more thrusts and she was over the edge.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" 

Her contractions brought him into elation with her. With one last plunge and a grunt, he filled her.

He let her legs down and collapsed on top of her. They lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath and allowing their heartbeats to slow, before she pushed his head down.

He fucked her with his tongue, tasting his own juice as it flowed out of her. She grabbed him by the hair, shoving his face farther into her sex. He moved to her clit quickly and held it between his teeth, flicking his tongue over it. She screamed as she came again.

He grinned and let her recover as he gathered their clothes. He pulled his boxers back on and tossed her her clothes. She slipped her shirt over her head but didn't have the energy to put on anything else. After rebuckling his jeans, he helped her up and they sneaked back to her room.

"Surely someone heard that," she sighed, lying next to him in her bed.

"As if you care," he said. "Slut. You'd be happy to fuck in front of your mother if it was me you were fucking."

"You're very arrogant, you know that?" she asked.

"I'm honest," he replied. "I'm the best sex you've ever had."

"You do things with your tongue I didn't know could be done," she said.

He grinned. "Tell me how much you like being my whore."

"Oh Professor," Emma giggled. "I'm so naughty, banging my professor. I should be punished for it. But I just love it so much. It's so naughty and dirty, and I love being naughty. And he's so good. He treats me like a piece of meat and I practically cream just looking at him. I would do anything for him as long as he fucks me."

"Anything?" Derek asked.

"Anything," she repeated.

He climbed on top of her and they went at it again.



Professor Cross



"Ms. Moreau, please see me in my office after class," you tell me as soon as I step in your classroom. Well that doesn't sound too good… 

And of course I can't fully concentrate on the subject you're teaching, now that you have me wondering about what could be so important you need to discuss it in the privacy of your office.

Not that you usually give that good a class anyway. You take forever to get to the point and your digressions make it even harder to actually identify the point. Plus you are so critical and demanding… no wonder I am one of the rare students who excel in your class!

My grades being what they are, it's not like I need close tutoring… and good thing I don't have any appointments tonight or you would kiss this little meeting goodbye. The only reason I'm going to your office is to satisfy my curiosity as to what it is you want to talk about in private.

And I hope you're not getting all excited about having my tight little ass in your office because even if you weren't a teacher and you could date me, I wouldn't even lay eyes on you. I mean could you be more obnoxious when you inhale deeply before a sentence, probably thinking you're about to say the cleverest thing ever?

"Close the door Ms. Moreau," you say in your nasal tone. Yeah, so you can look at my ass again? You think I don't notice your little green eyes leering and your snaky tongue flicking over your lips whenever you see me?

Like I want to be in a closed room with you! I close the door anyway, facing you, sit in the chair in front of your desk and cross my legs, the hem of my skirt riding up my firm thighs, revealing a hint of the lace trimming from my stockings.

You just look at me, lick your thin lips and cross your hands on your desk. Why do you do that? Do you think it makes you look intelligent? God I hate it when you do it! I can't wait to finish this semester and never hear from you again. You must be the meanest teacher ever.

You consider me silently, cocking your head, thinking you're so fucking superior. I frown and, still not sure what you want from me, and quickly getting more impatient – as if that was possible! - I sigh.

"So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

Oh great! Here's one of your long inhalations again! You ignore my question and start, "I have a friend… who… knows you."

What the fuck are you talking about? Get to the point! Jeez…

"So?" I ask with irritation. How did you even become a teacher anyway? Ugh… I rarely think that, but I hate you!

You keep on ignoring me but you still stare at me with your little eyes, as if you wanted to cut me to pieces with a glance. "You know Ms. Moreau, most students work hard to pay for their tuition. Do you have a job?"

A job? I am getting paid regularly but I wouldn't call what I do 'a job'… but why do you want to know? I frown and look at you quizzically. "Why?"

You lean back in your chair and take a long, deep, slow breath… Oh no! You're going to say something very boring you think is the brightest thing ever said again!

"Well, Alexandra," you start, crossing your arms on your chest. Alexandra? Since when do you call me by my first name? I don't like this one bit…

"That friend of mine who… knows you…"

Ugh! Just get to the point! God you speak slowly!

"You had sex with him for money last week end."

So that's what you wanted to see me about?

"And?" I urge you to say what you want to say.

You just smirk, looking at me from head to toe, stopping on your favorite parts - my breasts and thighs.

Now I'm getting really impatient. I stand and head for the door.

"What do you want? A cut on my calls?" I ask, sneering at you, opening the door.

As I step out of your office you stop me with a sentence that is (for once) quick and direct, "Wouldn't it be sad to compromise your reputation as a serious psychologist…"

All right, you got my attention - for a change. I close the door, lean on it and cross my arms on my chest, my big breasts jutting forward as I do so.

"What do you want?" I repeat, ready to negotiate.

You chuckle with your annoying nasally voice and lick your chapped lips. "You are a very pretty girl, Alexandra, and I could use a little company…"

Oh please don't be saying what I think you're saying… you repulse me so much I couldn't even fake wanting to be with you!

"Maybe if you were to keep me company for a while, I could keep my mouth shut about your… 'job'. You know how people are, they'll talk… they'll never take you seriously if they knew what – or who - you are doing after class. Not to mention a possible criminal file."

Think you're fucking clever don't you? "And what if I was to mention our little meeting to the dean? What would people say about you?"

You stand and slowly walk towards me. I cringe at the thought of your sweaty hands touching me.

"You fail to see the point dear," you say, getting so close to me I can smell your cheap cologne.

"This is about you, Alexandra; doesn't matter what they say about me. The point is: do you want them thinking of you as the brilliant therapist, or the dirty slut who fucked her way to her PhD?" you ask, leaning over me, putting your limp arms around my waist and locking your office door.

Shit! You might be right… 

"Because that is what they'll think, Alexandra, if I were to mention your 'job'. You know how narrow their minds can be…" you whisper in my ear.

A shiver of disgust gives me goose bumps, and for some reason my nipples think I am getting aroused and decide to grow hard.

I sigh. Fuck, you have a good point. People can be so close-minded. Not that I am about to tell you you're right though!

"Fuck you," I capitulate, looking into your malicious little eyes.

"I knew you'd see it my way, my pretty, dirty, fucking slut," you say, taking the time to kiss and nibble my neck between each insult.

Your cold hands run up my thighs, under my skirt and find my black lace thong. You slide a finger along the crotch and chuckle, "Wearing the standard uniform I see."

Standard uniform? Fuck! Even your sense of humor stinks!

You wrinkle my skirt around my waist and squeeze my ass, nibbling on my earlobe, brushing your crotch on my hip. I don't move and suffer your fondling silently.

You sigh and caress my cheek with your slimy hand.

"No… Alexandra, this isn't going to work. You either have to be a good, convincing whore, or I'll be forced to reveal your…'secret'. Which will it be, dear?" you ask in a calm tone.

"Look asshole, there is no way I will ever be able to pretend to like you. I accepted to keep you company, so I'll let you do whatever you want to me, but I'll remain dry," I answer in an equally calm tone.

You raise a brow, as if doubting what I just said. 

Your moist hand goes up my inner thigh and you start rubbing my pussy through my black lace thong. And damn it, you're good at it! Sliding your finger slowly, barely touching my pussy, teasing almost.

I get wet quickly; blessing or curse I still don't know.

"Well… the slut is getting wet… good," you chuckle, your thin, dirty fingers sliding inside my thong and finding my sensitive clit, rubbing it gently.

I don't know how many women you paid to teach you how to rub a clit that way but I hear myself moan out of pleasure as your disgusting fingers play with my swollen clit.

"At least your cunt knows what's good for you."

What pitiful whore would let you touch her that way? 

You're rubbing my clit so good I actually hold on to your shoulders as I get a feeling you'll make me cum soon. But I quickly realize what I'm doing – holding on to you? Fuck! No! - and I lean on the door instead, digging my fingernails into my palms.

You smirk like a pervert and quickly grab my shoulders to push me on your desk. I don't resist, somewhat happy you stopped touching my pussy.

You try to kiss me but I purse my lips and back away before your lips touch mine.

"Fine," you say between your teeth, violently spreading my thighs wide with your god damn filthy hands.

The crotch of my thong is quickly on one side of my pussy and your head is soon between my thighs. 

"Oohh fuck no… don't eat my pussy… I'll suck your cock instead, ok?" I try to negotiate. I don't want to feel your pointy tongue on my clit and maybe if I suck you off I'll be done with you quicker.

You just bite my pink pussy lip and snarl, "Too little too late, bitch!"

You take a deep breath, as if you were going to lecture me, but instead slowly start to lick my clit. And damn it! You're good at this too!

I bite my lips and try to hold back my moans as your coarse tongue pleasure me against my will.

"Shit… fuck you… damn dickless bastard! Fucking son of a bitch!" I whisper, almost chanting.

You don't stop. You continue eating my pussy, sticking one, or two? - I don't even want to know! - of your abject fingers in my slippery cunt.

I wince as I feel my orgasm start. I can't believe you actually have sexual experience! How on earth did you ever become able to make a woman cum? You're so fucking… repugnant!

I hold my breath as I cum. I do this only when there is no way I can be heard, which is rare, so I feel a bit lightheaded. I don't want to give you the impression I enjoyed your mouth. You made me cum, but it was purely a physical reaction.

"You disgust me!" I moan with the last wave of my orgasm.

You let me catch my breath and lean over me. Your lips are glistening with my pussy juice. Your breath smells of me. You smirk this perverted smirk again, your hard cock grinding on my crotch.

I hesitate… I feel like spitting in your face and wipe that fucking smirk off. But I don't want to anger you. I didn't humiliate myself cumming under your sickening tongue for nothing.

You seem to read my mind and that sick, perverted smirk turns into a maniacal grin.

"You learn quickly, Alexandra. Such a good student you are…"

I repress a curse as you unzip your trousers and slowly pull out your dick. I try not to notice how big it is as I lie there, my thighs widely spread, waiting for you to just get it over with.

You don't waste time. Neither do you take it. You just shove your cock all the way in my unwilling pussy.

And start pumping me hard. In and out your cock goes. Your eyes never closing always looking into mine, your damn annoying nasal voice moaning and insulting me.

"Your little slut pussy is so damn tight, Alexandra. So fucking wet."

Damn you! How can I be enjoying myself with you? Have you seen your disgusting flabby stomach? What cheap slut could ever be attracted to that? How desperate would a girl need to be to let you stick your vile dick in her?

Just when I thought you couldn't do anything worse, your thumb starts rubbing my clit.

Fuck no! You're going to make me cum again! Why can't you just have your little orgasm and leave me be?

You continue ravaging my pussy, grunting and sweating. Eww! Some of your sweat drips on my lips as you lean over me. I quickly wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

You let out a little yelping laughter, "Ha! Soon enough you'll be drinking my cum my dirty slut!"

I frown, whispering, "What?" I'll throw up if you cum in my mouth! Please don't…

"Relax… not today. Today I'm just gonna fill your tight hole. Next week though, after class, you will suck my cock. And you will love it," you grunt, fucking me harder.

Your thumb on my clit is slowly making me cum, and by some stupid irony, you cum exactly at the same time as me.

I shiver under you as your thick, nauseating cream quickly fills my pussy.

You just stand still for a short while, catching your breath. I am panting too. Though I've known better orgasms, I've also known worse lovers.

I shudder at this very thought; how can I think of you as a lover?

Again, you seem to read my mind – not so bad a teacher after all, reading your students well enough to know what they're thinking – and grin, exposing your white, pointy teeth.

You slowly pull out of my pussy and replace my thong. For some reason I feel empty… I sit on your desk and shake my head my fingers rubbing on my forehead as if by hiding my eyes you'd just disappear.

You readjust your slacks and smile at me - a weird, friendly, warm smile. Or is it just the same smile seen from a different perspective?

"Remember to hand in your analysis before next Tuesday, Ms. Moreau," you say in that nasal voice which suddenly doesn't sound so annoying.

I smile and nod, making sure my denim skirt is presentable. Your thick, sticky cum is slowly leaking from my pussy and my thong won't hold it for long. Good thing I'm headed home.

"Thank you, Professor Cross," I say, surprised at the words coming out of my mouth. Thank you Professor Cross? Since when do I call you Professor? Since when do I respect you? What the fuck have you done to me?



Professor Crush



Halfway through the show their fingers interlaced. Amelia's heart raced, the dialogue blurred in her mind – she forgot to pay attention to the play. Amelia concentrated on their hands, the way Susan gently stroked the back of it. Emotions welled up inside her. It was innocent and tender but it resonated deep within. Susan ran her fingertips up and down Amelia's arm. Thump, thump, thump. Amelia could smell her own heat rising. Susan lifted Amelia's hand to her lips and kissed her knuckles – her lips were soft.

Amelia turned her head to look but Susan's eyes were focused on the stage. She saw a small smile form in the corner of Susan's mouth. Amelia gently squeezed her hand. Her mind refocused – she hadn't missed much of the play. Amelia no longer wondered her intentions. There was no turning back. 

After the show and during the cab ride back to the apartment, Susan placed her hand on Amelia's knee and stroked her tenderly. Amelia had a surge of excitement and said, "Thanks for inviting me." There was a small hitch in her voice. "It's been a perfect night."

Susan turned to Amelia and touched her face with her fingers. She kissed her playfully; Amelia responded eagerly. The floodgates opened and they kissed and groped like teenagers who hadn't seen each other in days. Susan slipped the strap off Amelia's dress, caressed her right boob, and sucked her pretty pink nipple. Amelia hiked her dress, pushed aside her panties and touched herself. She was soaking wet. 

The cabbie looked in the rearview mirror and cleared his throat, "Ladies, we're here." He grinned broadly – hands down, he had the best story of the night to share with the guys at the garage.

Blake heard the commotion in the hallway – high heels clicking on the hardwood floors, girls giggling and laughing. He was watching the basketball game on the television. He saw them in his peripheral vision and said, "How was the show?"

"The show was great... Scarlett was hot," said Amelia quickly. "But we have more pressing issues." There was desperation in her words.

Blake looked at Amelia and Susan. Their arms were wrapped around each other's waist, their hair was ruffled, their dresses were askew and they had devilish smiles. 

Blake stood up – it was obvious he was glad to see them. He and Susan were the same height, about six inches taller than Amelia. Susan wrapped her arms around Blake's neck and kissed him on the lips. She pecked small kisses on his neck and collarbone. She whispered in his ear, "I am going to make love to you and Amelia." She smiled mischievously.

Blake shot a glance at Amelia and arched high his eyebrows as if to ask if it was okay. Amelia kicked off her heels, lifted her dress, and slid down her panties. She stretched them like a kid playing with a rubber band and flung them at Blake's head. She laughed loudly and nervously. She nodded slowly – her eyes were as big as saucers.

Susan breathed heavily on Blake's neck and ran her fingers through his hair. She slid her hand over his chest and arms. She took his hands and guided them to her hips. They danced slowly. She slid her hand to his bulge and ran her fingers along the outline of his cock. She stroked up and down, winked at Amelia and sighed, "Oh my."

Blake put his hand on Susan's breasts and squeezed. They were much larger than Amelia's and heavier than he anticipated. Her nipples clearly conveyed her approval.

Susan reached for Amelia's hand and led her down the hall to the master bedroom. Blake followed their swaying hips. He had a raging hard-on in his pants and a Cheshire Cat grin on his face. 

Amelia and Susan sat on the bed holding hands. Their kisses were deep and passionate. They held each other like long-lost lovers. Their hands explored their bodies. As she had done earlier, Susan pushed down the right strap of Amelia's dress and kissed her neck with featherlike kisses and worked her way to her collarbone and then to her boob. She slowly slipped off the strap from the left side and laid down more kisses. She spent extra time on her nipple and sucked it like she needed nourishment. 

Blake watched from the bedroom doorway. His cock strained against the denim. He unzipped his fly, unbuttoned his pants and stroked himself lackadaisically. Amelia arched her eyebrows, licked her lips and looked desirously at him. Blake understood and walked to the bed. He stood in front of Amelia – his waist was at her eye level. She curled her fingers around him, unable to completely wrap her hand around his engorged girth. She flicked her tongue at his swollen head, licked the tender underside and swallowed as much as she could. She stroked his shaft while sucking him off.

Susan stood up, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She wasn't wearing panties – she had gone to Broadway commando style. She stood behind Blake and wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his shoulder. She ran her arms over his biceps and pectorals. She scratched with her fingernails. She turned her attention to his neck and ear. Blake was unaccustomed to so much attention – his girlfriend and his professor. His head spun.

Amelia moved to the center of the king-size bed. Her dress was still bunched around her waist. She shimmied out of it. Susan climbed on the bed and kissed Amelia. Her hand drifted to her former student's pussy. She had fantasized about this moment since the first week of the semester. She rubbed Amelia's clitoris and dipped in her finger. An audible sigh escaped through her open mouth. She was desperate to taste her pupil.

Susan slid between Amelia's legs and kissed her hips. She bit tenderly her inner thighs. She noticed that Amelia's mound was completely smooth – she hadn't been this close to such a cute little thing since her first time. A surge of excitement coursed through her. She probed with her tongue and immediately adored her sweet salty tanginess. It was like a Sweet Tart encrusted spicy tuna roll. Susan made a mental note so that she could catalog it later on – always the professor. She pushed a finger inside Amelia, and then the second one. She was tight like a teenager – she must work out. She moved them in and out, slow at first. Amelia ran her fingers through Susan's short blonde hair and moaned. 

Blake unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his pants and boxers. He lay next to Amelia and kissed her deeply. Amelia had a tongue in her pussy and a tongue in her mouth. This is awesome. Blake kissed her forehead and then her boobs. Susan worked her way from Amelia's pussy to her belly button and then joined Blake on her tits. Susan was tender and sensuous, Blake was rough and tumbled. For Amelia, the evening was a study of contrasts – man and woman, hard and soft, rigid and pliable – the possibilities were endless.

Susan kissed Amelia on the lips and crowded Blake out of the way. He took the cue and reclined against the headboard. He stroked himself and watched their lovemaking unfold.

Susan rocked her hips between Amelia's legs. Their tongues danced together. Amelia massaged Susan's big boobs. She smiled to herself, happy to have such a beautiful woman in her arms. Susan pressed her chest against Amelia and their tits squished together. Their hips moved in unison. Amelia grabbed Susan's ass and pulled her close and kissed her deeply, tenderly, lovingly. They each licked and bit and nibbled with speed and fury.

Susan rolled off and Amelia rolled on top of her – a quick switcheroo. They bucked and gyrated wildly. Susan's fingers found Amelia's slippery hole and she pumped in and out. Susan sucked hungrily Amelia's low hanging fruit. She pulled her nipples with her teeth.

Amelia was anxious to taste her first pussy. She didn't hesitate and dove between her professor's legs. Susan bent her knees – her feet were flat on the bed and she spread wide. Amelia kissed Susan's belly button and then sucked her girly erection. Amelia spread her thick pussy lips and flicked her tongue in and out. She pushed in two fingers. She looked at Susan and sought approval, but Susan's eyes were closed and her head hung backward. Clearly, Amelia was doing it right. She pulled her pussy lips with the suction from her mouth.

Susan reached for her clit and rubbed circles around it. She pinched her nipples and pushed together her big boobs. She was beyond the point of control and pushed her hips into Amelia's mouth and moaned, "Yeah... like that... Oh." Susan pulled Amelia toward her and kissed her. Wow, she's a natural!

Amelia was impatient and started playing with herself. Susan propped herself up and placed her hand on top of Amelia's hand. Susan pushed their fingers into Amelia's dripping pussy and set the pace – Amelia's fingers were under Susan's control. She moved their hands up and down, around and around. She stuck their fingers in again. Just like when she was alone, Amelia pleaded loudly and desperately, "Fuck me Susan, fuck me." She bit her lower lip, closed her eyes and grunted something. She came like never before. They held each other for several minutes.

They had forgotten about Blake and turned to look. He had a contorted look – he pumped a few more strokes and shot his load on his stomach. Amelia and Susan cuddled up and kissed him.

The girls realized that Blake needed time to recover. Amelia lied on her back and Susan assumed the 69 position. Amelia probed Susan's pussy and Susan lapped long strokes up and down Amelia. Each concentrated intently on the other's needs. Amelia wrapped her hands around Susan's ass cheeks and spread her wide. She pushed her tongue rapidly in and out. Susan's position allowed for easy access to Amelia's smooth mound and drippy lips. Her head bobbed up and down. 

They untangled. Susan took the lead and interlocked her legs with Amelia's. She pressed and rubbed her pussy against Amelia's pussy. They looked into each other's eyes and grinded faster. Amelia reached between her legs and played with herself. She reached across and did the same to Susan. There was heavy breathing and a lot of yes, yes, yes, oh my God, yeah like that... Everything was new to Amelia but she was a quick study – she and Susan timed their hip movements like practiced lovers.

Amelia surrendered first but Susan's orgasm quickly followed. Blake was mesmerized, hypnotized. He watched the girls cuddle up to one another and kiss. They smiled at Blake and crawled to him. Susan grabbed his cock and pumped. It didn't take long.

Susan didn't waste a moment and positioned herself over Blake and squatted on his erection. Amelia wanted to be helpful – she grabbed Blake's cock and held it while Susan bounced. Susan put her arms around Blake's neck and pushed her tongue into his mouth. She nibbled on his lower lip. She ran her fingers through his hair and whispered seductively, "You have a very special girlfriend, I hope you know that."

"Uh huh," said Blake between breaths. "One-of-a-..." His voice trailed off and he clenched his lips in concentration.

"I'll take good care of her this summer," she whispered into his ear.

"Uh huh," he repeated. He increased his pace. He kissed her lips and sucked her boobs. He ran his hand up and down her spine.

"I assure you... she won't be lonely," she continued teasingly. "Who knows, she may even meet some of my friends." Blake's cock swelled – he was close to the edge. Susan knew exactly what she was doing.

Susan pushed him backward and focused on herself. Amelia was on all fours with her hand between her legs, jamming her fingers furiously. She looked over her left shoulder and pleaded with her eyes. A little help here...

Blake gladly complied. He slammed his cock into Amelia. He grabbed her hips and massaged her haunches. He lifted her, laid her on her back and drove into her. Amelia locked her legs around Blake's waist. They kissed hungrily. Susan knelt beside them and alternated deep kisses between them. Susan squeezed and teased with Amelia. Blake's lovemaking culminated with extreme intensity and ended with Amelia's screams, "FUCK ME BLAKE, FUCK ME SUSAN."

They collapsed in a heap. Their heart rates slowed and their heartbeats synchronized. They drifted off to sleep.

The Next Semester

"Welcome to Sociology 350. I'm Professor Alexander. The teaching assistant this semester is Amelia." Professor Alexander pointed to the front row.

Amelia stood up and waved to the class. She opened a folder that contains the course syllabus. She walked around the classroom handing one to each student. She paid careful attention.

She returned to her seat and listened to Professor Alexander discuss the upcoming semester. About thirty minutes into the class, Amelia and Professor Alexander's eyes met. Amelia directed her gaze to a cute couple sitting close together in the upper row. Professor Alexander slowly turned her head and looked. Amelia watched closely her professor's reaction – a faint smile crossed her face. 

The chase was on.



Professor Dearest



My Dearest Professor, 

I am contacting you on the advice of my psychiatrist who says that I have "unresolved issues" when it comes to you. On her advice I am going to write you this letter and then share it with her. A way of personal healing, if you will. 

I am not going to tell you that you've ruined my life. You already know that, I'm sure you gloat on the fact that you've ruined a lot of things for me. You probably smirk and think I was well paid. My college education, my good grades, for your ministrations. You possibly even believe that you did me a huge favor in teaching me the ways of the world, preparing me for love or lust. A personal savior, if you will, a teacher who would show me not only the ways and will of Yeats but that of the common everyday man. And what an incredible teacher you were. You taught and I learned. I learned so many things. 

I learned to hate. Oh not me as you are probably hoping. All of your type want the person they hurt, they rape, to feel as if their life is worthless, wasted. You want them to feel as if they are sluts and you somehow are immune to that label? We both know the truth. You are the slut. You are the whore. You are a rapist. I may not have fought each time. I may have knowingly returned to your clutches, how could I not? For the pain you dealt me you offered me also the chance of eventual escape from not only your clutches but all the other male whores of the world. 

I've learned things about you. You think you are so very clever. You're not of course. In fact you are so fucking dumb it sickens me and delights me. You are an easy mark, My Love, My darling. A fucking easy mark. I know you. You still live in the same run down shack you did. A pathetic English teacher with no hopes and no real ambitions. Your life's ideal was to have a rape slave, which you of course found, but that was it. In fact, you are extremely boring. 

You hurt me once when I was young, weak, powerless, and desperate. I am none of those things now. I am the powerful one. I have a new name, a new face, a new life, and you are still boring old you. The psychiatrist? She isn't the typical kind. She isn't here to listen to me sob. She isn't here to dry my eyes or wipe my nose. She's here to help me plan. To plan what I'm going to do to you. To plan how I am going to get my revenge. You see when you have my kind of money and my kind of power you can hire a person for almost anything. Her specialty is of course rape counseling and she loathes you as much as I do. Evidently seeing this kind of thing for 15 years you really look for a way to vent. A person to make pay for it all. In me she has found her chance and I have found mine in her. We are brilliant together. We are going to punish you, as you did me, and you are going to pay. 

Why don't you go watch those tapes of yours. You know the ones. They all star you and me. Oh was that grammatically correct or not? Guess what. I don't fucking care and right now you shouldn't either. I noticed that you still walk to your office along the same route. You have new carpet in. That 20 year old girl who comes over, the red head? I see you're pulling the same stunt on her too. Hmm. I can't decide what will be better to turn you over to the jail or to wait and watch you stew over this letter. Maybe jail won't be so bad I know your penchant for ass rape and you'll probably get fucked 5 or 6 times a day in jail. How very nice for you. You'll probably even learn to enjoy it, because you are, after all, just a slut. 

Something that surprises me is that you haven't had your lock changed in all this time. I know. I gave you back your key. After all you had me so well trained, your beck and call girl, your personal slave whore that you probably forgot I had a brain at all. But as you fucked me. I planned. As you raped me. I planned. As you called me names. I planned. As you cuddled with me, stroking my hair, and telling me that you loved me, I planned. The first thing I planned was getting your key. Do you recall? I told you that I would need it so that I could prepare a special surprise I had in mind for you. One that involved some supplies I had bought online. You were so excited and so sure you had me tame. You got a key made for me. I got a key made for me too. A nice little copy that you never knew about. 

Why don't you go have your locks changed? I'm sure you will but of course I wouldn't even tell you this if it weren't too late. If I hadn't gotten everything I needed. Copies of your tapes. Copies of your hard drive. How silly of you to write and publish your little stories from your home computer. Those things are so easy to trace. There is a computer ID number all over those files. Destroy your computer, erase it. Mr. Nice and Ever Proper Professor, I have copies and so do the police. I wonder what they will think of all the pornography stored on your computer. Are those girls all over 18? Are you sure? Also you do realize that you admitted to rape numerous times online? Your silly little penname is hardly an effective cover. You are so easy to trace it's amazing that you are a well respected and purportedly intelligent teacher. I don't personally think you are very bright. 

Of course maybe the police won't do anything, maybe that evidence is all inadmissible. That is a possibility. We know. That's ok. That's where the tapes come in. The police should at least begin an investigation, even if it turns out to be fruitless. Your higher ups in the school will not be happy. They will be even less happy when I send them my copies of the tapes, editted to show only the rape scenes. You'll be very happy to know, I think, that I have all your best moments. Not only the times your raped me or the time you took my virginity but the times with the others as well. The current red head, well she makes a fine debut. 

You're an interesting specimen. You talk in class about the "human condition" and the "heart and soul of a work." I'm amazed you can even talk about a heart and soul; you obviously don't have one. When the little red head started crying and begging you "please, please stop, please." I'm sure you came so hard that you felt like God. Do you imagine the Dean or the President will think you're God when they see it? 

I think they'll think you're fired. 

Then there is my back up plan. I intend to send a letter to the parents who's children go to school, little red head included. Pictures too. I imagine that they will have enough power to ensure you never teach again. Not just at this school but any. Perhaps you will be branded and no matter where you go citizens will be alerted to watch their children, their wives, in fact anyone, because you are living in the area. You will be treated worse than a leper. 

Perhaps you think I should feel bad about ruining your life? I don't. In fact I don't feel you really had a life anyway. You are not a real human being. I read what you wrote about me online. How you bragged. You're so very smart, aren't you? Tricking a college student, fresh out of high school, into believing that you had absolute power. You didn't care who I was. Whether I had dreams, or hopes, or aspirations. You had something you wanted and you used me as a means to get what you wanted. I was a thing for you. A toy. Something to be used however you liked because you thought you could get away with it. 

Perhaps you're wondering whether you can strike a deal with me again. Something you could give me to let you continue living the worthless life that you lead. Let me think about it for a moment or two. Let me reflect on the many gifts you bestowed upon me. You took away that annoying hindrance that people refer to as virginity. You made me bleed from very uncomfortable places. You hurt my mind, my body, and my heart. You helped me pass school which led me to the position of power I am in now. 

Perhaps I should leave things as they are because I am successful and what will people think when they see what's been done. After all people always blame the victim anyway. I'm sure a few will and I'm ready to deal with that. When I see headlines I will laugh because that will be one more person who doubts that façade you wear as you pretend that you're human. 

I thought about all the lovely ways I could get you back. The things I could do to thank you for teaching me that fucking doesn't always involve loving. You also taught me to hate. You hate women. You want to see them subservient. You want to see them moan and squeal and tell you that you are a gift and they should be grateful to you as you abuse them and ridicule them. You are a man with no real power and no real means to get it. You're a waste of space. A waste of life. To make up for that you have to choose people you can dominate and humiliate so for once you can feel superior. 

I'm going to let you in on a nasty little secret. You are inferior and all the little sexual power trips in the world will never change that fact. You are a small little man (And I mean that in all senses of the word) with tiny little ambitions and no sense of morality, justice, or dignity. You are beneath me. I would never even think to polish my shoes on you because you are below even the rug that sits in front of the door to your house. 

So now I am going to go on with my life. Good luck with yours. I will leave you with the words you once said to me. "What you do is your decision and you will have to live with the consequences of it." Oh while I was in your desk I found the hand gun you keep, don't worry it's still there, I just made sure it still has bullets loaded. I am not so cruel as to take away all your options. 

Never Truly Yours, 

Susan