0 comments/ 99561 views/ 0 favorites Extra Credit By: FGL This all happened my senior year of high school. There I sat, bored and mentally tortured in the pits of Ms. White's math class, looking out the window at the clouds and obliviously fidgeting with my pencil, while the rest of the class slowly but surely built their mathematical knowledge. Regardless of the fact that my athletic elegibility was at stake, I just could not bring myself to pay attention to the seemingly meaningless numbers and symbols on the board. "Mr. Jones," Ms. White suddenly said, as my head nervously snapped to attention, "Have you paid attention to a single thing I've said today?" It was rather obvious to the class that I hadn't, so before I even had a chance to answer, a small wave of laughter flowed through the room. "See me after class," she said without further discussion, and continued with her lecture. I tried to pay attention after that, especially to avoid any further embarrasment at the hands of Ms. White. No one knew too much about Ms. White. This was her first year teaching at the high school, and she was pretty much a stranger to the entire town. She looked to be in her late thirties, but we all knew she was single because she had no rings and wrote her name as "Ms. White," not "Mrs. White." She wasn't a very attractive woman, I will say that much. She wasn't really ugly or hideous or anything like that, she just wasn't attractive. She had shoulder length, plain brown hair and boring brown eyes. She always wore conservative dresses, and never seemed to wear any make-up. She was definitely no one's wet dream, young or old. "You failed your last test," she told me after the rest of the class had left, "Your soccer eligibility in the spring is in big trouble." "How do you know? I can fail one class and still be eligible," I responded. I shouldn't have been such a jerk, but this was a touchy subject. "I checked up on you," she informed me and smiled, "You have no chance in English. But my class... well, it will be borderline." "Great," I said with obvious dismay, "I'm really not going to be eligible, am I?" "I don't know," she answered and gave me a cold look, "Looks like you won't be." "Look," I said with a hint of desperation, "Is there anything I can do to pick up my grade, just enough to pass?" Ms. White smiled and wrote something down on a small piece of paper. "You like yardwork?" she asked without looking at me. "Not really," I answered. "No?" "Well, I can do it." "Good," she responded, "And can you keep secrets? "Sure, I guess." "Well, come by my house Saturday afternoon... I'll figure out a way for you to raise your grade." Saturday afternoon, I showed up at her doorstep with a rake and some garbage bags. When she answered, she smiled and invited me inside. I wasn't very happy about wasting a Saturday afternoon on yardwork, but it would be worse to not play on the soccer team my senior year. "You didn't need to bring all that," she told me as I stepped through the door. "I wasn't sure if you had stuff like this, especially since you're new to town and all." "Have a seat," Ms. Green commanded, "We won't be doing any yard work today." Damn was I happy! No work. Perfect. "Can I get you a soda or anything?" she asked. "Yes please," I answered, carefully being extra polite now that I had been relieved of all labor duties. When she turned to walk into the kitchen, I noticed she was wearing something far from her normal conservative clothing. She was wearing tight jeans and a white blouse. Her ass wasn't overly incredible, but if she had one redeeming quality, that was it. Still, she was a woman in her late thirties, and I was barely eighteen. When she returned from the kitchen, she brought me a coke and sat down next to me on the couch. This was when I got a little nervous. Why was I here? "So James," she said, "How are you going to pass math?" "I don't know." "It will take a miracle." "I really need the grade." "Yes," she answered, and suddenly moved closer to me. At that moment, my heart skipped a beat. Surely not, I thought. "Can I ask you something?" she asked. "Sure," I said, now nervous. The situation had grown very uncomfortable. "How old are you?" "18," I answered plainly... then suddenly wished I had said 17. At this, Ms. White put her hand on my leg. I was wearing shorts, so she was actually touching my leg. "What are you doing?" I asked and tried to scoot away. "Giving you the chance to make a good grade in my class," she answered and began running her hand up and down my thigh. Although I didn't find her the least bit attractive, I felt an erection coming on. She giggled as she saw it grow underneath my shorts. Still, I had no interest. "I don't want to," I said. "Don't want to?" she responded, "You need to." At this, she began massaging my cock through my shorts and moved closer to me. I moaned softly. "See, it won't be too bad," she said," You do this, you will pass. You don't, you fail. It's simple mathematics, James." "I don't know," I answered feebly. Instead of saying anything else, she climbed on top of me. I didn't want to kiss her, but she forced the issue, and suddenly we were in a deep kiss. I could tell she was really into it because she was rubbing my hair with her hands and grinding herself against my crotch, further fueling my hard-on. Ms. Green suddenly pulled her blouse off and now I was staring at her breasts. She wore no bra. I will say this, I was surprised at their size and form. They were a lot better than I had expected, so I rewarded their quality by beginning to greedily suck on them. This really got Ms. Green going as she was now dry fucking me through my shorts. I was almost ready to cum when she suddenly stopped and stood up. She took off her jeans, followed quickly by her black panties, and sat down next to me. Her mid-section wasn't so bad either. In fact, her pussy was shaved and looked relatively inviting. "Before we continue," she said, laying back on the couch and spreading her legs, "I think you owe me something." It was too late now to turn back, so I guided my face to her pussy and began licking it carefully. She moaned and cried out, and then closed her legs to put my head in a vice-like grip over her pussy. I began eating her out with a fury, as she arched her back and moaned loudly. Then, without warning, she released me from her grip. "Fuck me," she commanded, "Fuck me, baby!" At this, with her help, I tugged off my shorts and boxers to reveal a full size erection. Before I could think about anything else, she grabbed my cock and guided me inside her. Oh, the feeling was soooo good.. Her warmth and her wetness was incredible, as she bucked her hips upwards to prod me to fuck her. I pushed my cock down into her pussy and then pulled it a few inches upward, and then back down again. I did this harder and harder, faster and faster, as she moaned and huffed and dug her nails into my back. As young and inexperienced as I was, an orgasm hit me like an unexpected freight train. I cried out in a mix of surprise and pleasure, as I shot my cum inside her. The spasms continued for what seemed to be an eternity, and then I carefully pulled out of her. "I-I'm sorry," I stammered, thinking my minute long performance had dissappointed her. "Honey, that's what I like about young boys," she answered coyly, "Making them cum... quickly. It makes me feel sexy again, I love it." "Well... thanks, I guess." We sat there for a little while in silence. Then, after a few minutes, I found her inching closer to me again. This time she straddled me as I laid back on the couch looking up at her. Ms. Green carefully slid herself onto my cock, and began riding me in a slow, circular motion. She looked down at me with a smile and put her hands on my chest. "Take your time," I said to her, "I want it to last." "Oh no," she replied in a sexy voice, "I want to see how quickly I can make you cum again!" At this, she picked up speed and began riding me back and forth. She reached behind my head and grabbed on to the arm of the couch. She suddenly began fucking me with incredible speed. She was pulling and pushing herself back and forth using the arm of the couch. Her breasts were smothering my face, as she increased her speed even more as now our bodies were slapping against each other. Her thighs were loudly slapping against my hips every time she jerked her body forward. "Oh God!" I cried out as I felt cum shoot up from the shaft of my cock. "Cum, baby!" she demanded between huffs, "Cum for me, do it!" Suddenly, the cum exploded from my cock and this time I think I yelled out. She continued to fuck me with reckless abandon until I guess she could tell I had stopped cumming. She relaxed on top of me, panting, and put her arms around me. "A few more times, and you'll get an 'A'," she whispered to me and giggled. At this, I smiled back. After all, she had just fucked the hell out of me and it felt pretty damn good. On my way out the door, she grabbed me, spun me around, and fell to her knees. After pulling down my shorts and boxers, she began hungerly kneading my cock until it became rock hard. Although a little sore now, it felt pretty good when she began giving me the first blow job I ever got. When I came, I shot my depleted load in her mouth, and to no surprise, she swallowed every drop. I had several more sex sessions with Ms. White that year. She never showed any affection in class, thank God, and I sure didn't tell anyone. It was our little secret. And yes, I finished with an 'A' that year in Algebra. And no, I didn't learn a damn thing. Extra Credit Professor Angela O'Neil removed her glasses to rub tiredly at her eyes. Continuing a ritual she had already completed many times this afternoon, she turned her head to glance out the tiny window. It was fully dark now, the only light coming from the campus lights reflecting off the thick blanket of snow. Dark and dreary when she arrived in the morning, dark and dreary when she finally left for the day. Much as she hated to admit it, Winter was beginning to wear on her. Sighing, she completed her ritual by glancing at the clock and finally brightened slightly. Only five minutes left in her office hours and then she could get out of this tiny office and go home to her tiny apartment. Maybe she'd pick up some take-out someplace and scarf it down before slipping into a nice hot bath to ease her tension and take a break from grading these Freshman essays on Plato. Oh, how she wished the school would give her a TA to lighten her load a bit, but why would they when they seemed to consider her little more than a glorified TA herself. They wouldn't even have hired her if the profs in her department hadn't flatly refused to take on any more undergrad classes. Oh well, at least it was work, and not many universities were hiring these days, especially not in the Philosophy department. Better to relocate halfway across the country to a place where Winter apparently never ended (even if the college wouldn't help pay her moving expenses) than to be out of a job with no prospects. If she could get a couple years out of it, it would look good on her resume. Awoken from her reverie by a knock at the door, she suppressed a scowl and forced what she hoped was a cheery smile onto her face as she called out, "Come in." The door opened, and in walked a girl she recognized from her Introduction to Philosophy class, the essays for which she was currently grading. One of the few bright spots to that class, actually, as she actually seemed interested in the subject and, judging by her writing, was capable of at least a bit of original thought. At least ninety percent of her students only seemed interested in getting their Philosophy requirement out of the way with as little work as possible. She was wearing her usual navy blue wool pea coat, and a pair of short black leather boots, but she must have been wearing a miniskirt underneath to show no trace of a hem below the line of her coat. Angela shivered, thinking of the weather. No way was fashion THAT important, no matter how pretty the petite young blonde was. Now that she thought about it, that was another reason this girl was a bright spot in her class. Now what was her name... "Ah, Cathy! How nice to see you. I'm afraid I was just about to pack it in for the day. If you're looking for your score on your essay, I'm afraid I haven't finished grading them yet. If you have any other questions or concerns, maybe you could save them for tomorrow?" She kept up her smile, but hoped Cathy wouldn't take it as an invitation to stay. The girl shut the door behind her - not a good sign - before rushing to explain, a little nervously it seemed. "I'm so sorry to come so late, Professor O'Neil, but I actually did it on purpose. You see, I do have a question, but it's not really about class. It's more of a hypothetical question that's been bothering me for some time and I didn't want to use up your office hours in case someone had something really important to talk to you about. So... is it all right if I ask, or do you really need to leave right this second?" It was at this moment that Angela O'Neil had to forcibly remind herself of why she wanted to become a teacher in the first place: To make a difference in the lives of her students, at least the ones open to it. Besides, Cathy looked so cute and eager, biting her lower lip nervously, shifting her weight from foot to foot, her shoulder length hair done up in a simple ponytail, the snow still melting off her boots. She must've just come from her dorm. "Of course. Anything to help." She gestured at the room's only other chair next to her desk. Please, sit and ask me your question. Hypotheticals are always interesting, philosophically speaking." She hoped she was a good liar. "Actually I think I'd better stand for this..." Cathy seemed to be getting more rather than less nervous for some reason, and was visibly reddening, even in the relatively weak glow of Angela's desk lamp. She turned her back before continuing, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as she apparently fiddled with the front of her coat, probably fidgeting with the buttons. "Okay, here goes. What would you do if one of your students came to you and..." She visibly straightened her backbone, steeling herself. What ever was this girl so tormented about? "...asked you to give her a spanking?" With this she turned around to face her professor once again, letting her coat come open and shrugging it off her shoulders in one smooth motion to fall to the floor at her feet. As it turned out, she wasn't wearing the miniskirt Angela had assumed. She was naked. She was also clean shaven, and Professor O'Neil found herself staring dazedly at the little pink cleft between her legs for a long moment before managing to shake herself back to reality - if this actually was reality. It seemed far too bizarre to be true. She forced herself to meet Cathy's eyes again without lingering too long on the way up her lithe body, her small, perky breasts' nipples fully erect from what must've been a terribly cold walk from the dorms to her office here in the Humanities building. Her tired and shocked brain struggled for words, but she finally managed, "Is this some kind of joke?" Cathy said nothing, but simply shook her head very seriously before once again turning her back, very deliberately widening her stance so her feet were just a bit further than shoulder-width apart and then, keeping her knees locked perfectly straight, bent over at the waist, slowly unzipping the zippers on the sides of her boots and pausing, giving her professor an unimpeded view of her legs, ass, and once again, that perfectly formed pussy peeking out at her. Finally she straightened up again as gracefully as she had bent (The girl must've had some ballet, Angela mused idly) and turned back to face her once more, stepping out of her boots as she did so, then very deliberately clasping her hands behind her back, lifting her chin up almost challengingly as she stood, now wearing absolutely nothing. "You realize I would be fired instantly for this kind of... I suppose 'fraternization' hardly begins to cover it." She was proud of herself for managing to keep her tone level and her eyes locked on Cathy's. She searched the girl's face for the slightest hint that this was some sort of a joke or possibly a sorority hazing, but could see only nervousness, resolve and, yes, a definite eagerness, even though the last was tempered by an obvious shyness. No trace of any kind of eye-rolling embarrassed giggling which would indicate anyone had put her up to this as a prank. "I thought you would probably say that, and I racked my brain for something to reassure you. All I can say is that I want this. I've wanted this since the first time I walked into your class and saw you sitting there, so poised and beautiful and... perfect. Like some kind of Greek goddess or something." She trailed off, the blush caused by her gushing statement affecting her whole body in what Angela couldn't help but consider a most adorable way. Finally she managed to gush out in a rush of words, "All I can do is promise you that I'm serious, and that this isn't some ploy to get a better grade or something stupid like that. I'm already doing well in your class and I would never give you any less than my best work. You can even lower my grade if you want. I just..." she finally finished, more quietly, "...want to be yours is all." Ms. O'Neil was finally beginning to get her bearings now. She allowed the faint trace of a smile to once again play across her lips as she reached for her glasses, slipping them on. She knew that this lent her a rather severe look, combined with her raven black hair pulled back tightly away from her face and gathered at the back of her head, but if the girl was really serious about this, her severity was exactly what she wanted, and undoubtedly a big part of what attracted her in the first place. Leaning back in her desk chair to regard the girl with a new frankness, she allowed her eyes roam freely and obviously over her student's form before speaking, letting a slight purr into her voice as she finally asked, "And just what, pray tell, do you think you'd be getting out of this? Besides a sore bottom, I mean." Cathy was both strangely calm and obviously passionate in her reply. "What I'd get, every day I walked into your class, would be the knowledge that you would see me, not as a student, but as a squirming, needy, desperate girl, yelping at every strike of your palm against my bare flesh, but more eager every time for the next blow to fall. To get wetter and wetter every time you made glancing eye contact with me in the middle of a lecture, and to know that YOU knew how you were driving me crazy with each and every one of those looks. To know that you'd see me cross my legs tightly and know that it was the only way I could keep from having a noisy orgasm right there in class. To dream every day that this would be the day you'd look at me as the class was filing out and say, 'Cathy, I'd like to see you in my office after class.' and know you were going to have me strip just as bare as this and spank me until I had to walk funny the rest of the day." The professor had to admit, this proposal definitely had its charms, and to be honest, it had been far too long. She raised an eyebrow, her voice now definitely teasing. "Oh? And is that all you'd want from me? Just one spanking after another? Wouldn't that get a little boring after a while?" Cathy shook her head fast. "Oh no! Not if you were doing it!" She suddenly became shy again and looked away. "I mean, I hope that wouldn't be ALL you'd do, but I don't want to be too forward or anything." Angela couldn't help but laugh, leaning forward in her chair until it finally subsided enough for her to sputter out, "Oh yes, by all means strip naked in my office and ask me to spank you, but under no circumstances should you be FORWARD." She once again dissolved in giggles. Cathy looked embarrassed at first, but finally couldn't help but grin. "I guess that is a bit of an odd place to draw the line, isn't it?" The professor's brown eyes were twinkling as she replied, "Maybe just a bit." Her attitude became even more teasing as she continued, cocking her head to the side. "So what are some of these other things you'd like me to do? I simply must know." Cathy managed to match her gaze, but her voice was quiet and shy again. "I guess I hoped you'd kind of... play with me. You know, like I was your own personal toy or something. Use me in whatever ways made you happy. Make me beg for your touch, and when you touch me, make me shiver and moan. Use my tongue, fingers, and everything else I have to bring you pleasure, and then punish me, whether I please you or not, in any way you can think of." Professor O'Neil nodded as she sat up straight in her chair, adopting a formal tone. "Then I believe I have an answer to your 'hypothetical question.'" Cathy'e eyes got very wide and she nodded eagerly, waiting for her pronouncement. "If a student of mine were to come to me, strip naked, and ask me to give her a spanking, I would have to say no." She stood uncomprehending for a moment, stunned, before her face fell. Her face got red and she was clearly on the verge of tears when she finally was able to speak. "I understand, professor, and I apologize for wasting your time. If you want, I'll be happy to drop out of your class first thing tomorrow so that it won't be awkward seeing me after I've made a fool of myself." She turned to leave, and even managed to grab the doorknob before suddenly remembering she was nude, then started to clumsily reach for both her coat and boots at the same time, nearly falling as she did. "STOP!" Professor O'Neil didn't shout, but the forcefulness of her tone brooked neither defiance nor dissent. When Cathy was able to stand still once again, she continued more quietly, "I said I'd say no if she asked me. If she begged me, I might very well have a different response." Then she calmly waited for her student to comprehend what she had just said. It didn't take long for looks of understanding and, almost immediately, hope to come to her face, and with none of the grace she had displayed in taking off her boots, she fell to her knees at Angela's feet, hands clasped in supplication. Despite her eagerness, she had the presence of mind to spread her knees apart as far as they would go, leaving her sex openly on display for the object of her worship to enjoy. "She may be inexperienced, but she's obviously at least read some stories on the internet about how this is supposed to go," she thought, nodding in silent approval as she waited for the girl to speak. "Please, please, please, I beg of you. Bend me over and show me no mercy as you deliver blow after blow to my deserving bottom. You cannot spank me long or hard enough to show me how unworthy I am, but I ask that you please try. Make me cry out, not for mercy, but only to continue, harder and faster. Make my bottom glow in whatever shade of red most pleases you. I humbly beg you to continue until you are satisfied, however long that may take. Then when you are finished, I ask, although I have no right, that you use me in whatever way will please you, no matter how shameful and humiliating it may be. These things I humbly beg of you." Angela O'Neil smiled with obvious approval and even pride at this supplication. "Then rise, my little toy, lay your pretty body across my lap, and prepare yourself for the punishment for which you have asked so politely. How could I refuse such heartfelt pleas, especially when it would be a shame to let such a pretty ass walk out of here without brightening its color a bit. Nothing like a cold Winter's day for rosy cheeks, eh?" She turned her chair in the tiny office so that she would be able to get a full backswing with her hand and not hit anything. As she did, she watched Cathy rising, the grin on her face seemingly about to split her head from ear to ear, practically bouncing in eager anticipation. The Professor put her hands at her sides, suddenly grateful that the school was too cheap to give her an office chair with arms and looked at the girl, nodding her silent instruction. The eager student wasted no time, bending her slim frame over Angela's waiting lap and then wriggling, trying to get comfortable. Sternly, she issued instructions. "Move forward, head down and ass up. Put the palms of your hands flat on the floor and don't move them from their spots. Legs spread as far as you can while still keeping your tiptoes on the carpet - I want to be able to see and touch between your thighs at any time without having to tell you again. Keep those knees straight and no kicking, no matter how much it hurts. Do you understand me?" A slightly muffled, but obviously eager "Yes, Mistress" came from below as she wriggled into position, and she immediately corrected her sharply. "I'm not your Mistress yet, and I never will be if you don't please me. This might turn into nothing more than a bit of random fun with a spoiled little girl who's playing at being a real grown-up. If you must address me, address me as Ms. O'Neil, but You do not have to punctuate every sentence that way. Leave that for the insecure Mistresses who are constantly afraid their sub will start to think she's in charge if she doesn't say 'Yes, Mistress' at the end of every response. Do you understand me?" Cathy paused, obviously unsure of the correct response to that, finally settling on a simple, "I understand." "Good." Angela smiled as she brought her arms up, placing her left hand firmly between the girl's shoulder blades to steady her or hold her in place as needed. With her right, she began to softly caress her student's upturned backside, running it over each cheek in turn, cupping underneath before running it down the back of one thigh and then up the other, murmuring, "And such a pretty, round ass it is, too. It's going to look so lovely after I turn it nice and red, just like a nice, ripe apple." She noticed Cathy's legs were quivering, but she was doing a good job keeping her knees straight so far. "Why, Cathy, you're shivering. Can that be just from my touch? I mean, I would demand nothing less, but still, it's gratifying to see such a visible effect. Shall we see what other effects my touch is having?" Cathy could only moan softly in reply. Angela took her left hand off the girl's back for the moment to join the right on her ass. Teasingly, she began, "You know, I enjoyed the view you gave me when you bent over to take off your boots, naughty girl, but I've been looking forward to getting a closer look ever since then, and now's my chance." She took one cheek in each hand, letting her fingers ease into her ass crack slightly before suddenly spreading her wide, making her gasp. "Ooh, and such a pretty little bung hole you have too, my dear, just as I suspected you would from how pretty, pink, and perfect your pussy appeared. I must admit I'm a little jealous. Tell me, is it sensitive, too? If someone were to bend you over and tease your little asshole with the tip of her tongue, would you come just as quickly as if she were tickling your clit with it?" With this, Cathy's legs began to shake in earnest, although she was clearly doing her best to keep her toes pressed to the carpet. She started to moan, mostly wordlessly, but a number of hoarse "Please... please"s could definitely be made out. Continuing to hold the poor girl's ass open, she went on. "I believe I'll take that as a yes, and I'll definitely keep it in mind. Now, we come to the question of just how much all this has been turning you on. Despite your apparent eagerness, I suppose it's just possible that you've been lying to me. Fortunately, I know of one certain method to know for sure." With this, she let her right hand slip down and inward, letting her index finger slide lightly over her taint until it came to the narrow slit of her vagina, the pad pressing just slightly inward as it passed over, but stopping well before approaching the clit. She cried out in mock surprise, "Why, you're so wet! It's practically running out of your pussy! I wouldn't be surprised if you've been dripping all over my carpet." She began making tiny circles with her fingertip against the vaginal opening, coating it liberally with her student's juices as she shuddered and moaned in her lap. "Is all this juice for me? I'd better have a taste test." She raised her finger to her lips, licking it carefully clean before inserting it in her mouth, sucking as she gave out a long, "Mmmmmmmmmm..." Finally pulling it out with a kissing sound. "So tasty you are. Sweet just like honey, cliche though it is. Are you sure you wouldn't rather skip the spanking and just have me eat out that tasty pussy of yours? And maybe check out the sensitivity of that pretty little asshole of yours? I bet I could make you come three times in five minutes, as worked up as you are right now." Despite Cathy's obvious ecstasy, the immediately began shaking her head so hard Angela could feel her rocking slightly from side to side. "No, PLEASE! I NEED my spanking! Please, please make me sorry for being such a bad girl. PLEASE!" Oh, this girl was good. "That's the right answer, little girl. You came here for a spanking and I mean to give you one you'll never forget." She replaced her left hand on Cathy's back and resumes caressing her bottom with her right. "Now, it's time for your final instructions, so I need to know you're paying attention. Are you listening to me?" Extra Credit "The response came immediately. ""Yes, Ms. O'Neil, I'm listening. Please tell me how I can serve you." "Excellent. Now, just as you begged, I'm going to give you your spanking, and make no mistake, it's going to sting. Some people have an idea that spankings are just a few pats to the tushie, barely enough to make the skin pink for fifteen minutes, but I can assure you, when I'm done, your bottom will be red, hot and stinging. In fact, I'm going to do my very best to make sure that sitting will be a chore for you all day tomorrow. This is no game. It's not for everyone, and you may decide in the middle that it's not the sexy fun time you dreamed of, but I won't stop until it's time to stop, whether you're struggling and weeping your eyes out or not. If, when it's over, you decide you didn't love it, just walk out that door and as far as I'm concerned it will be like this evening never happened, but you will never know my touch again, is that perfectly clear?" "I promise I won't disappoint you. Please, spank me. Show me what it means to be your dirty plaything." Angela expected no other response, but still she smiled proudly. She said nothing more, but merely pressed her left hand more firmly against the blonde girl's back as she brought back her right hand, then brought it forward as hard and fast as she could. It was always best to make a strong first impression. It connected with a loud SMACK against her right cheek and, in spite of herself, Cathy made an audible squeak and kicked up her right leg. "I told you to keep those toes of yours PLANTed," she said firmly, punctuating the first syllable of "planted" with her second blow, almost as hard as the first, this time to the left cheek. Instead of kicking this time, though, she practically slammed her foot back down to the carpet, pressing both so firmly to the floor that her hamstrings quivered. The Professor paused momentarily to admire her handiwork, caressing the two prominent handprints. "There now, we've truly begun. Now we just need to make sure the whole area gets covered just like that, and then start to work on deepening the color." Cathy made no response other than a soft moan, so she began in earnest. This was far from the first bottom Angela had worked like this, and she went about her business like a professional, first getting into a rhythm and then suddenly breaking it, making her victim tense and cry out even when no blow fell, then reprimanding her, "Don't anticipate! If you yelp when you're not hit, how will I know you're appreciating it when a blow actually lands?" She worked around both cheeks evenly, although not in any discernible pattern, and when she landed the first blow to the back of the student's right thigh, she was rewarded with another sharp yelp. She smiled to herself. So many first-timers thought they were only getting a sore bottom out of the process, they never thought about how sensitive the backs of their thighs could be. She paused for a moment, unable to resist teasing. "That's right, little girl, those thighs of yours are going to be as red as ripe strawberries as well. And just imagine, you wore such a short coat out tonight. True, it's dark out now, but once you get back to your nice, brightly-lit dorm, everyone will be able to see what you've been up to. Won't they be jealous? Now, would you rather I stopped slapping your thighs and just concentrated on your pretty ass so that you won't have to be humiliated by everyone who sees you from behind admiring my handiwork?" "N-no, please... harder. Humiliate me, I deserve it. Make me walk home naked so everyone can see I belong to you." Angela didn't correct her presumption. Enthusiasm was always a good trait in a prospective sub. "Hmm, an interesting thought. Maybe I'll just have to do that. It could be very entertaining. At the very least it would liven up the campus and give everyone something juicy to gossip about." Obviously an inexperienced girl could never keep up the kind of discipline needed to keep her knees locked straight under this kind of assault, but Angela didn't make a big deal of it, merely pushing her legs back down when she kicked. She redoubled her attentions on the backs of Cathy's thighs, spanking all the way down to her knees. Hearing her response, she knew the girl would enjoy the humiliation she felt, and in actuality, anyone who did see her would just think she had been sitting on a cold metal bench or something. There wasn't any real, major danger that someone would know exactly how she had been spending her evening. The Professor never ignored her student's ass, however, saving her choicest blows for heating up her twin globes red-hot. As she began to hear sobs and sniffles coming from her victim, however, she knew it was time to bring things to a close. She didn't cease immediately, but slowed her pace and lightened her blows, beginning to caress her ass and thighs between each smack and savoring the heat coming off her tortured flesh, then running her short fingernails over the mounds of her cheeks, enjoying the momentary contrast of white streaks against a red background. Finally she paused and asked, "So, have you had enough?" The response came back instantly, and just as she knew it would. "No! Please! More! Harder! Please..." She chuckled to herself as she lightly patted the girl's poor backside. "Time for a new lesson. When your potential Mistress-to-be tells you that you've had enough, you've had enough. Understood? Good. Now stand up and then take that chair you refused to sit in, turn it around so it's facing away from me, and bend yourself over it, legs spread as wide as they'll go. I want to admire my work and see if I've lost my touch from lack of practice." As Cathy stood, Angela noticed that her eyes were red. She had stopped just in time. Crying, even when punishment was something you desperately wanted, was a sure sign that a sub had had enough. An obvious sign, maybe, but it was surprising how many Mistresses would happily ignore it to prove their power. The student dutifully did as she was told, although her movements were a bit slow, as one might expect. She placed the chair and pressed her belly to the back, once again spreading her legs so that she had to stand on tiptoes, pressing the palms of her hands hard against the chair seat for balance. Then she waited silently. Ms. O'Neil stared. Even bright red and obviously stinging, the girl's ass was magnificent and - she leaned forward, face close enough to feel the heat radiating - yes, her pussy was still practically dripping with her arousal. Not just from earlier, either. She had smeared the original buildup away with her finger when she tasted her nectar the first time and there was clearly a new dollop just about ready to drip down on the floor. Once again, this girl was more than making up for her inexperience with enthusiasm. She smiled with a slightly wicked thought. She had intended to just give the girl her spanking and send her on her way, giving her the opportunity to decide that if this was all there was to this kind of relationship, it wasn't worth continuing, but that seemed unnecessarily cruel. Besides, she suddenly realized she wanted to keep this girl if she could. She refused to admit it even to herself, but she'd been lonely since she arrived here in this strange city, and she hadn't really had the chance to make new friends, let alone lovers. As was her habit, she made up her mind quickly and with no regrets. "Stand and turn, Cathy." She did as she was bid instantly, her eyes searching her teacher's face looking for, what, approval? Or maybe something more. Whatever the case, Ms. O'Neil left her no time to ponder. She snapped her fingers and pointed at the blotter on her desk, saying simply, "Sit and spread." Again, the girl did as she was told without complaint, although she did noticeably wince when she sat down on the hard, unyielding desk. Obediently, she leaned back against the wall behind her and once more spread her thighs, planting her feet on the corners of the little desk as best she was able. Angela made firm eye contact before she spoke. "Okay, you've handled your punishment. Let's see if you handle being rewarded equally well." She immediately objected, but was disciplined enough not to move. "Please, I haven't earned any reward! I don't deserve it!" "Of course you haven't, and don't. That's not the point. Your Mistress will choose to mete out punishment and rewards as she sees fit, and you must learn to accept them both with gratitude and without complaint. Now, you don't have to stay perfectly still, but keep your movements to no more than appreciative wiggles and shivers." Immediately, she adjusted her desk lamp to shine directly into the girl's crotch and leaned in close to truly admire it. True, she had seen glimpses ever since the girl had first dropped her coat, but getting the first close-enough-to-kiss view was always special to her and she drank in the sight. Her outer petals were pink and perfectly formed, and there was a minimum of inner labial tissue to obstruct view, finger, or tongue, as the case may be. Just a pair of low ridges running from her slit up to form the clitoral hood, and this was where things got interesting. Her hood poked out just beyond her labia, and she hoped that meant what she thought it meant. Without a word, she reached out with two thumbs and gently pulled up and pushed outward to reveal the secret treasure hidden inside the hood. Both she and Cathy moaned at the same moment and she giggled. Sure enough, her clit was a tiny little pebble of joy, not so big as to be unsightly, but exactly the right size to wrap one's lips around and stroke with one's tongue until the shudders of an orgasm overtook her, and beyond. She looked up into Cathy's face with a teasing grin. "Now let's see if you're as ready to pop as I think you are." She leaned in even closer and, without touching any part of her except for the two digits holding her hood back, pursed her lips and blew a long, steady stream of air directly at her clit. The effect was gratifying. Cathy made a strangled moan and started rotating her hips wildly as if to work up more friction against the very air itself. Angela giggled again. "Oh, this is going to be fun. I love a girl with a sensitive clit, and we seem to have you worked up until you couldn't take more than about two licks before you explode. Now tell me honestly, would you rather I went back to spanking you like you insisted earlier, or should I give you those two licks your clit is screaming for?" Cathy bit her lip, clearly in anguish. She wanted to be the perfect sub to this woman she was obsessed over and take more of the punishment she had begged for, which was all her teacher had originally offered, but Angela had clearly read her correctly. Her entire body was screaming for the sweet relief the Professor's tongue promised. Fortunately, Ms. O'Neil had no intention of giving her that choice, really. Cruelty at this point would only be cruelty to them both. With only a mocking smile, she leaned forward, wrapped her lips around the little nub, and began slowly but insistently to slide her tongue back and forth, round and round. There was no point in trying to prolong it at this point. The girl was so close she could've finished her by continuing to breathe on her. Only the fact that she had paused to offer the girl that impossible choice kept her from detonating instantly, but a few expert licks soon had her back on track, and she quickly came, just as violently as Ms. ONeil could have hoped, throwing her head back against the wall hard enough to make and audible "clunk" as her teeth clenched and her eyes squeezed tightly shut, thrashing side to side, but keeping her feet planted and her legs spread just as the older woman had instructed her. Angela kept tonguing, but slower and slower as the girl came down, getting a shiver and gasp in response to every swipe of her tongue. This was very good news. Apparently she was blessed with a clit that gained sensitivity post-climax. Those were always fun for gentle torments. Getting a girl to beg her to STOP licking her was always amusing. Tonight was not the time for that, however. She leaned back and pushed her chair away from her desk, smiling at her student. "You've done well, little girl. Better than I could've expected. I'm proud of you." Noting that Cathy still hadn't moved, she released her. "You can get up now. I think you've had enough for one day." Still panting and shuddering, Cathy did as she was told, but immediately dropped to her knees and began crawling between her teacher's legs, ducking her head to try to get it under her skirt. Angela immediately grabbed hold of Cathy's ponytail and yanked sharply, eliciting a sharp "Eek!" followed by "Please, let me thank you for all you've done for me. I know I don't deserve it, but let me give you what pleasure I can." Not releasing the ponytail, she shook her head, clucking her tongue in mock disappointment. "No no no, little girl. You still have a lot to learn, and the first thing is never to touch your Mistress without permission. Enthusiasm is one thing, but disobedience is something else. Do you understand?" The girl dutifully lowered her eyes and said, "I understand. I'm sorry, Ms. O'Neil. Please forgive me?" "I will this once, because you have pleased me and because it's our first time together. You know, orgasm denial is a rather popular punishment among Dommes, but I've never really understood it. How much more cruel is it to deny a sub what she TRULY wants: the opportunity to serve her Mistress, especially after her Mistress has given her a mind-blowing orgasm of her own? Next time, after my tongue has tested out that theory about your little bunghole's sensitivity, I MIGHT let you show your appreciation and show me what you know about pleasing women with your own tongue, but only if you are VERY good. Do you understand me?" Cathy smiled and nodded as best as she could with her hair still gripped in Angela's fist. "I understand. Thank you. For everything." The Professor released her, saying simply, "Now put on your clothes and get out of my sight. I've wasted too much time on you already." Cathy quickly gathered her coat and shrugged unto it, tottering a bit unsteadily as she struggle to get her boots on without sitting - obviously a bit sore for that still. She turned to open the door, but hesitated, turning back once more, biting her lower lip in that cute way she had when she was nervous. "Do... do you have any instructions for me?" Angela snorted. "What, like 'no touching yourself. Your pussy belongs only to me now?' No, that's stupid. Touch yourself all you want. You'll need something to distract yourself from the sting in your bottom for a while. Just make sure that when you do, you think only of me, the things I've done to you, and the things I have yet to do to you." "Oh, I promise. I haven't thought of anyone but you since the first day of class. That won't change now." "Good, now like I told you before, get out, and I'll see you in class tomorrow. And I WILL be thinking of your moans every time I look at you. Oh, and if you're an extra good girl, I might just dig my riding crop out of storage one of these days to give you a set of stripes instead of just a pretty, but otherwise somewhat boring coating of red" Cathy shivered and wriggled under her coat, grinning, but said nothing more, merely opening the door, slipping out, and shutting it behind her. When she was gone, Ms. O'Neil leaned back in her chair, a contented smile on her face. She glanced again at the clock and sighed. So much time taken, and she still had to get home, eat, and finish grading those papers. On the one hand, Cathy turned out to be far better stress relief than the hot bath she had planned, but on the other, she still desperately needed that bath, both to wash away the residue of her arousal, which she could feel in the way her panties squished when she moved, and to give herself a different kind of relief. One thing was for sure, one particular part of her anatomy was going to be VERY clean by the time her soapy fingers were ready to stop washing it. Extra Credit Of course she had to go and tease me with a good look at her body when she stepped out of the shower. I felt that knowing grin come to my face as I lay back on her couch with my tie loosened, sipping the Diet Coke she'd handed me just after she'd returned from volleyball practice to let me into her tiny but immaculate apartment. Not that I had any objection to being teased. It was about a month into our affair, and my habitual post-shower guilt about being fully clothed while she was naked was finally gone. The luscious dark curls on her head were just starting to appear as her hair dried, and she was busy with the wadded-up towel patting her big bush dry. "Well, there's one advantage to being natural," I said. "It's a great excuse to spend more time washing and drying down there, huh?" "Isn't it, though?" she said, pulling the towel away so I could admire her freshly-dried triangle. "All the girls on the volleyball team who used to give me funny looks in the shower, if only they knew what they were missing when they're bald as coots!" "I can see why you stopped showering with them," I said. "They just don't appreciate what you ladies obviously did back in the seventies." "Bite your tongue!" She snapped her towel at me. "It was the nineties when I was their age, and you know it!" "Yeah, I know," I confessed, setting the can down and standing up to approach her. "It's just, in my imagination, it's the seventies - free love, long hair, outrageous outfits, and we're about the same age for a change." "What's wrong with right now?" she replied, dropping her towel on the floor and pressing her beautiful body against mine in a tight hug. "You're eighteen now, aren't you? You're getting a hell of an education from an older woman, and I'm getting a lovely specimen who hasn't been spoiled by girls his own age!" "And who appreciates natural women," I said, reaching into her thick bush to tickle her vulva just the way she liked so much. In the month since her wonderful present for my eighteenth birthday, I certainly had learned a lot. But then, I'd always known she was a great teacher. She wiggled and laughed as usual, and grabbed onto my shoulder for balance. "God, are you sure you were a virgin before I got my hands on you? You've always been so good at that!" "I spent plenty of time practicing in my imagination," I said. "Especially on you." "Oh, come on!" Then she stopped to gasp in pleasure as I leaned over and took her left nipple gently in my mouth. After an appreciative moan, she went on. "You didn't really, did you? Little old me?" "With that big fluffy hairdo, I was certain you had a big beautiful bush," I explained between gentle licks on her now-hard nipple. "And I was right." "Oh, Josh..." I'd heard it nearly every day for the past four weeks, but somehow I was sure I would never get tired of hearing her say my name in that tone. "Oh, Ms. Goldberg..." "Silly boy, you don't have to call me that when you have your fingers inside me!" "But I don't, quite." "That was a hint, Josh." "Yes, Ms...I mean Julie." I didn't think I would ever get used to using her first name. She gently pulled my head away so she could pull my tie the rest of the way off and get to work on my shirt. As she did, I followed her directions and, gently as always, reached my middle finger as far inside as I could reach. Which wasn't very far from that angle, but far enough for me to feel the wonderful soft wetness and far enough to send her into the throes of feminine ecstasy once again. "Oh, ohmigod!" She leaned her head back against the bedroom door and closed her eyes as I slid a second finger in, to her even louder delight. In the past I had sometimes gone too fast or slow or too hard or soft, but I had the pace and pressure just about perfect by then and she came before she'd even finished unbuttoning my shirt. "So unfair," she whispered breathily as she finally, triumphantly pushed my shirt off my shoulders. "What is?" "Me having all the fun here, and poor little you still hiding in your clothes." "I know you'll fix that." She did, as usual, and moments later she once again had my cock in her hand and me reduced to a helpless ball of arousal just as I had just done to her. "Just try to tell me a girl your own age could do this as well as I could," she cooed. "Half of them would probably be afraid to even look at it." "I'd be too shy to ask them anyway," I said. "What's to be shy about, Josh? You have a lovely body, especially this." She squeezed a bit harder and I felt like exploding with desire. "God, Ms...Julie, I love how safe I feel naked with you." "Oh, Josh!" She let go of my dick and took me in her arms again. "You are so endearing! Never lose your ability to say a thing like that, promise me! You owe it to all the women you're going to be with." Then came the usual patch of gray in our blue sky, as I knew all too well that this was all very fleeting. There had been others like me before, there would be more afterwards, and for all I knew she might even be sleeping with one of my buddies now, at some other time of day. We had agreed that lunch hour was the only safe time, but that had all been on her say-so. But as usual, I didn't care. We had lunch hour for now. "I promise," I said, returning her hug, adoring the sensation of her bare skin against mine, once again amazed at how it felt even better than I had always imagined before. Then I couldn't resist asking, "Tell me, though, do you feel safe naked with me?" "You know perfectly well I do, Josh! Why would you need to ask?" "Just something I read in a book on sexuality once," and then I quoted the line I had pored over for so long: "'Having a vagina and a uterus makes women feel very vulnerable. '" "Well, that can certainly be true sometimes," Julie said. "But it can also make us feel wonderfully powerful." Drawing her arms down again to take my still-rigid dick in both her hands, she added, "For example, right now I feel like my vagina could eat you alive!" "Please do!" I said. With no further fanfare she pointed to her bed, which was made but had no bedspread as it was late spring and growing hotter by the day. Despite that, of course she had shut the windows and drawn the curtains. Neither of us had ever spoken of what would happen if we were ever found out. There was no need to; we both knew all about it. She had the pillows stacked around the middle as usual, and I sank back into them, sitting halfway up in the sparse light that filtered in from around the shades. Behind them and three floors down, some of my buddies were probably playing Frisbee or basketball and daydreaming of what I was up to just then. I quickly put that thought out of my mind as I recalled my earlier inkling that Julie might be messing around with some of them too. As she appeared at the foot of the bed after shutting the bedroom door, I concluded just as quickly that I didn't care. Wearing nothing but an uninhibited smile, somewhere over 40 (she wouldn't tell me exactly) but far more beautiful than any Playboy centerfold I'd ever snuck a peek at with her natural breasts hanging enticingly down a bit and her hungry vagina cloaked in its deliciously erotic tangle of hair and her toned arms and legs from years of volleyball, she was all I had ever fantasized about back before this began and so very, very much more! Climbing gently atop me and running her hands lightly up and down my legs so the hair tickled me, she drank in my appreciative gaze at her body. "So you used to fantasize about me, did you?" "Oh, yes." "You were a good student. I'm glad you were able to multitask." "It's because I was lusting after you that I was a good student. I wanted to impress you." "You succeeded." She bent down then and took me in her mouth, giving me a few quick tantalizing licks that had me writhing all about the mattress in no time. "But did I live up to your imagination?" "Better than that," I whispered. "You get an A for that answer," she cooed, and with that she knelt over me, took my dick in her right hand and guided me effortlessly inside. "So easy this time," she said. "See why more foreplay is a good thing, Josh?" "Do I ever!" I agreed as she began rocking back and forth. Soon she was moaning just as loudly as always, and I had shed enough of my youthful inhibitions to join in a bit more loudly than before, though still not as loudly as she did. "I take it this doesn't make you uncomfortable anymore," she said between heavy breaths. "I'm so sorry about that," I said, recalling my too-honest response to seeing her come for the first time, weeks before. "Don't be sorry!" she said, grazing my chest with her hands now while I returned the favor on her breasts. "Intimacy does take getting used to. I wish more men realized what you did." "What did I realize?" "That you needed to get used to a woman's sexuality. You'll be glad you did when you're older, and so will your girlfriends." I couldn't help laughing, but I also didn't want to respond to that. In that beautiful moment, with her humping up a storm and me gazing up at her body, I didn't want to think of my future girlfriends. I wanted to concentrate on Julie. And concentrate I did, as she rode me to two orgasms. "Gonna come," was all she said, both times, and then her wonderful screams made it clear that she had. "God, you're generous," she said after the second time. "Most men would've probably come before I did." "Sounds like you've been with some real winners," I said. "Sounds like you don't appreciate how special you are!" On that note, she pushed in harder than before on me, slower but fuller, the way she knew she could get me over the top in no time. My responses got steadily louder and more intense - even I was surprised to hear what was coming out of my mouth. "You're learning so well!" she marveled as she listened. Somewhere along the way she also guided my hands back up to her breasts. "This ought to help!" It did help. As I stroked them both appreciatively, I came with a quick, sharp yelp and then fell back against the pillows. "I sound my barbaric yawp..." I said almost sleepily as I savored the last sweet sensations. "I don't think that's quite what Whitman had in mind," Julie said. "Not with a woman anyway," I agreed. She laughed. "I hadn't thought of it that way." There was little time for afterglow, but we did always manage to steal a few minutes of cuddling. Today was no exception, and as usual somehow it was enough. I was feeling utterly content when she sat up. "Okay, time to get dressed." Businesslike as ever, she strode to her dresser and pulled out a pair of floral panties that I never would have imagined her wearing before all this had begun, only now I knew she had dozens of them. These were followed quickly by a plain white bra - "the only option with a uniform blouse, you know," she had told me once - and she stood with her back to me as her usual unspoken directive to fasten it. I went ahead and did it. "I'm getting better at this, too, huh?" "It's not exactly rocket science, Josh, especially when you don't have to reach around your back to do it, like I do." But then she turned and kissed me and let me hold her again for a few moments. Then it was to the closet, where she had her usual stash of ironed uniforms at the ready. "I still don't see why they make teachers wear uniforms here, too," I confessed. "Neither do I," she said, buttoning up the sheer white blouse. "But it makes life easier for us, honestly. One less decision to make when you're half asleep in the morning." She slipped on her hated nylons, and then it was time for her skirt. "I'll never know why you were attracted to me in this dowdy thing," she said, pulling it over her head and down around her hips. As usual, I was fascinated, and she could see it. "Yes, we really do pull them over our heads like a shirt. Is it really such a mystery to you?" "No. it's a skirt. I've never worn one, so I wouldn't know." She laughed. "God, you're endearing, Josh." The fact that she thought so gave me some hope that I wasn't just another one in a long string of affairs. But I didn't dare ask. Once she had the skirt in place around her hips, she looked over her shoulder at me and nodded, and I zipped it up and did the clasp as usual. "Thanks," she said. Last but not least she pulled on her blazer, and I set about getting my clothes back on. She straightened my tie and we were off. After a look out in the hallway to make sure the coast was clear, she shooed me out with one last peck on the cheek. "Same time tomorrow, Josh," she whispered. I was, as usual, left with little time for lunch, but as usual I didn't care. I grabbed a quick sandwich and a glass of juice, and joined Nelson and Mike at their table near the courtyard door. "Late again," Nelson said. "So what else is new?" Mike added. "Seriously, Josh, where have you been for most of lunch since...since forever, isn't it?" "Weeks now since you've been here for more than a few minutes," Nelson agreed. "What's up?" "Tutoring," I said. "Giving or getting?" Nelson asked. "Getting." I managed to say it without a smirk but it wasn't easy. "Calculus, is it?" Mike asked. "That's kicking my ass too." "Yeah, that's it," I lied. "My dean had some concerns about my keeping myself up through this term. She doesn't want me to get into all my colleges and then not be ready, you know?" "Who's your dean again?" Nelson asked. "Goldberg, isn't it?" "Lucky," Mike asked. "We had her for English back in eighth grade, and again this year. So hot, man!" "No kidding," Nelson said. "She's a housemother in the girls' dorm, too, isn't she? You ever have a chance to go by her place, Josh?" "Couple of times, yeah," I said. I swallowed the last of my sandwich and stood up. "Speaking of which..." "Right, we've got her class, like now!" Mike said. We said so long to Nelson, who had physics next period, and set off across the courtyard to the humanities building. We were slightly late, and Julie was looking prim and proper at the whiteboard. "Welcome, Jerry and Mike," she said. "Glad you could join us." "Sorry, Ms. Goldberg," Mike mumbled. "Just don't let it happen again," she said, without even the hint of a knowing glint in her eye as she reprimanded both of us. "Now then, yesterday we were discussing Leaves of Grass..." Extra Credit Ana woke up from her dream suddenly with a gasp. Her pussy dripping wet as she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm. Her hand immediately flew down to her clit and she rubbed hard. When she was finished she laid there for a few minutes, rubbing her wetness around her pussy. It felt so good she almost came again, but she remembered she had to get up and get ready for class and got out of bed with a sigh. She had been dreaming about one of her instructors at college. She had often thought about what it would be like to suck his cock. What his cum would taste like as it slid down her throat. She had a hard time paying attention in class because of these thoughts. Her boyfriend HAD mentioned that he wanted to see her suck another man's cock. He wanted pictures and videos. She wasn't really into stuff like that but after he explained to her how much it turned him on, she considered it. Knowing that it would make him cum as hard as he said he would turned her on greatly and she had even gotten off a few times at the thought of it. So one day, after these constant thoughts driving her crazy, she decided to go for it and stopped her instructor after class. "Hey, I was wondering if you could show me that liquid penetrant testing again? It was super interesting." She said very sweetly. "Sure! I've got time." he replied. They walked over to the lab together and he unlocked the door and turned the light on. He grabbed some safety glasses out of the cabinet and handed her a pair. His hand brushed hers as he handed them to her and she shivered a little at the thought of what she was about to attempt. They walked down to the back of the lab and he opened the door to the storage area to grab the dye. "Lemme just grab the stuff real quick!" he said. But she couldn't wait any longer and followed him inside and closed the door behind her. He was facing away from her looking for the dye on the shelves. She turned on the video camera on her phone and pressed record and set the phone on a shelf. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist over his belt buckle and pulled. "Whoa hold on!" he exclaimed, startled. He turned around with a puzzled look on his face. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," she said seductively, "I know you want it to. I see the way you look at me during class. I can't ignore this any longer." Before he had a chance to reply, she knelt down and unbuckled his belt. She looked up at him to see if he would protest more. When he didn't she gave him a big smile and giggled while continuing to undo his belt. "I can't believe this is finally happening!" she thought to herself, "I'm going to make him cum so hard and when Robert sees, he is going to cum hard too!" Her hands were shaking with excitement, she fumbled with the zipper on his pants. "Here, lemme do it." her instructor whispered, his voice labored with anticipation. He quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. "Oh my god!" she gasped. His cock was everything she imagined it would be. She marveled at the size and thickness. It had a few nice veins running along the shaft. She could see him throbbing with excitement and that turned her on even more. She took it into her hands, looked at her phone sitting on the shelf and slowly licked the pre-cum off of the tip. "Are you sure about this?" he said suddenly, "Anybody could just walk in here..." "Even better!" she said and wrapped her lips around his cock and gently sucked. He sighed with pleasure and grabbed on to the shelf next to him. She took it out of her mouth and licked up the shaft a few times, swirling her tongue around the tip. She took his balls into her other hand and began to gently massage them. He groaned with delight. She let out an excited giggle and took him into her mouth again, sucking a little harder this time. "You're amazing." he moaned. She took his cock out of her mouth and smiled before lifting his cock and gently sucking on one of his balls. He gripped the shelf even harder and swayed a little. "Mmmm you like that?" she asked. He nodded with his eyes closed, not even able to speak anymore. She noticed a chair in the corner. "Take off your pants and go sit in that chair." she demanded. He eagerly obliged. As he did this, she thought about where she would want him to cum. It would be amazing to feel his warm cum on her tits, but she also wanted to taste it. The thought of tasting his cum overwhelmed the desire to feel it on her breasts and she knelt down in front of him and looked at the camera again and smiled. Then she took his cock in her hands and swirled her tongue around the tip again. He moaned a little louder. This made her extremely happy and she put his cock in her mouth again and began sucking even harder and playing with his balls. She loved the taste of his cock and she could even still taste the pre-cum and it increased her excitement. "Robert is going to love this video." she thought, "I can't wait to see how hard HE cums while watching me suck my instructor's cock." She took the entirety of his cock into her mouth and down her throat a few times and gagged a little. Her instructor grabbed her hair and she stopped and looked up at him. "You like gagging on my cock, huh?" he asked her. She nodded and smiled glancing at the camera. "Keep doing it then." he growled and he pushed her head down and shoved his cock down her throat over and over and she gagged again. He moaned loudly. She looked up at him and he had his head back and eyes closed, clearly enjoying himself. She wrapped her lips around his hard, throbbing cock and began sucking harder and faster. She massaged his balls in one hand and began stroaking his cock with her other hand in time with her sucking. She could feel him getting close to cumming and she could feel that her pussy was soaking wet. She was close to cumming herself and she hadn't even touched her pussy. She continued to suck and stroke and he began moaning louder and louder until she felt him explode in her mouth. She took her hand off his balls and began rubbing her clit furiously until she came while feeling his hot loads slide down her throat. When he was finished, she took her hand out of her pants and put her fingers in her mouth, tasting her delicious pussy while looking at the camera. She couldn't believe that this had finally happened. Robert was going to be so happy with the video. She looked up at her instructor and he was sitting limply in the chair still breathing heavily. "Thank you." he said, "That was... incredible." "No, thank YOU!" she replied and stood up. She grabbed her phone off of the shelf and stopped the recording. "You have made someone very happy!" she smiled and turned around and opened the door, peeking her head out to see if anyone was in the lab. When she saw no one, she turned to her instructor and gave him one last smile and walked out of the lab. She couldn't wait to show Robert the video. Extra Credit Anson turned the knob slightly and frowned at the locked door. He could see a dark shape through the heavy frosted glass. Professor Ingersol had given him an assignment that would be his last chance to pass the adult writing course he was taking to earn the credit needed to graduate that year. Failing would mean another full year of high school and enduring is parent's relentless badgering. If he hadn't fucked around all year he wouldn't be in this mess and now he was about to screw up this up. He didn't even know this course was available until his guidance counselor had recommended it. It wasn't open to just everyone and each student had undergo a gruesome interview with the instructor. The class was called Enlightened Adult Writing and didn't sound remotely interesting until he arrived the first day for orientation. The class was restricted to students at least eighteen years old and consisted of six women and one undecided, the latter sitting in the back to his/herself and never looking at or speaking to anyone else. Professor Ingersol was sixtyish with white hair and black round glasses that gave him the appearance of a wise owl. He smiled rarely and had a deep baritone voice that reverberated off the walls of the small classroom. He announced that the class was dedicated to erotic writing only and that each week a paper was due on whatever subject aroused the author's passions. Those passions were to be put on paper and shared with the class orally, after which suggestions and opinions would be openly shared. Grades on each would be by unanimous consent and so far Anson had failed to empress his fellow bards. With the term ending in only a few weeks Ingersol had given him one reprieve. Anson was to write a story so erotic that it would cause the Professor to get an erection. No erection, no passing grade. He had worked all night for a week writing the most erotic story he could think of and now was the time to present it. Ingersol had told him to come by his office at 1:30 the following Saturday to present it and receive his final grade. He pecked lightly on the glass and after waiting for a response, wrapped harder until he saw the shape rise from the desk and walk to the door. Professor Ingersol was dressed in his customary blue blazer and khaki pants but today his blue button down was open collared and the light scent of his Stetson after shave drifted out the door as he looked at Anson, who had worn his school blazer and tie. "Right on time. Good!" Ingersol said and opened the door wider. Anson walked in thanking him and jerked back around when the older man closed and locked the door behind him. "Let's see what you came up with." Anson placed his backpack on the edge of the large desk and unzipped the flap. "I hope this is up to your standards, sir." he said handing the bound paper to his teacher. "We'll see." Ingersol replied and gestured to a chair across from his desk. Anson retrieved his backpack and placed it on the floor beside the chair and waited for the Professor to sit. Ingersol leaned back and opened the folder and began to read: One Weird Morning by Anson Weatherby Glen opened the bathroom door and gasped. His sister Kristy was standing naked at the bathroom vanity applying eye makeup in the mirror. He looked at the reflection of her and stared at her petite breasts with cherry red nipples poking straight out in the sudden chill of the open door. Below, at sink level was the blond pubic hair, above which, obscured a magic place he'd thought about so many times. He said "Sorry!" and awkwardly started to back out, closing the door. "My fault, bro. I lost track of time," she said and indifferently began putting her make-up back in the open drawer then shutting it. She slowly reached for her towel and somewhat made a show of draping it around her as though he couldn't have seen her nudity seconds before. She sashayed across the tile floor towards her bedroom door on the opposite side of the bathroom they shared. Glen watched and she walked into her room and closed the door behind her. His morning wood was now elevated to a complete erection straining the front of his plaid boxer shorts and he cursed to himself as he stripped them off, dropping them into the hamper on this way to the toilet. He awkwardly bent over the bowl bracing himself against the wall with his right arm while bending his penis as far down as he could until at last the relieving stream of piss came. He flushed, opened the shower door and turned on the water adjusting until it suited him. He stepped in under the steaming water and shampooed and rinsed his hair, then grabbed the soap and began to lather his arms and chest working his way down to the erection still sticking straight up. 'Weird,' he thought as he began stroking himself. This wasn't the first time he'd walked in on Kristy, who had just turned eighteen six months after he had. If fact for the last couple of weeks there had been at least four times he had walked in through the unlocked door on her while she was naked. They had always had a standing schedule for the bathroom in the mornings and she had always been finished and gone by the time his turn came. The first time it happened she had grabbed a towel and covered herself before he could see anything, but each time since she acted less alarmed. It was almost as though she were waiting for him to see her. He stroked faster as her wondered if she was purposely waiting for him to see her naked. Why? They had never shown the least interest in each other sexually (although he had to admit to himself he sometimes pictured her while jerking off ). Did she maybe fantasize about him too? Why not? He worked out and was on the swim team and they were both attractive with blond hair and brown eyes. He squeezed himself harder, cupping his balls as he replayed the morning in his mind, this time instead of backing out, he walked up and put his arms around her, cupping those perky tits in his hands. He pinched her hard nipples with his thumbs and forefingers making her moan while he nuzzled her neck with his nose, smelling the freshly applied perfume behind her ears. She reached around and slid her hands down his slim waist, sliding her fingers inside the elastic of his boxers pushing them down, causing his rock-hard dick to spring up against her ass and he began rubbing against her, sliding it up and down her crack. She leaned forward on the vanity, her long blond hair spilling down along the sides of her face as Glen slid his left hand down her tight stomach across her rib cage and over her pelvis running his fingers through the curly triangle of hair. He alternated kneading her breasts with his right hand while he probed the warm slit with his left, gently running his forefinger back and forth and when she whimpered, he slowly inserted his first two fingers probing lightly until she pushed her ass harder against his cock and then he inserted the third. Her warm, wet pussy acted like a vacuum, sucking his fingers deeper inside her. Glen pinched her right nipple hard and when she breathed deeply at the sudden pain, he pushed his fingers inside her as far as he could. Kristy bowed her back in pushing her ass out. Glen felt the tip of his dick with his pinky and guided it inside her retracting his fingers. He grabbed her hips with both hands and pushed in as far as he could. Kristy spread her legs wider as he entered her and she jerked her head, flinging her hair over her right shoulder. She looked at Glen's reflection in the mirror and said, "Fuck me hard, bro." He slid his hands up her back and spread his fingers over her thin shoulders. He adjusted his stance by shifting his feet while pulling back, then pushed in again repeatedly until he gathered a steady momentum. He watched his sister's face in the mirror as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a sign of ecstacy. After a few minutes of steady rocking fucking Kristy lifted her left hand from her grip on the vanity and placed it against the mirror. She reached around and grabbed Glen's ass with her right hand, squeezing tight and then slid her fingers over and down his sweaty crack until felt his balls. She fingered his hairy, tight sack and he could feel her becoming wetter, hotter as he fucked faster, watching in the mirror as her tits jerked with every thrust. Kristy suddenly slammed her hands on the counter, locking her arms straight, threw her head back and moaned as the orgasm rushed through her. When Glen felt her tighten around his cock, engulfing it her warm juices, he shot his load emptying his full balls inside his sister while pulling her into a hug with both arms. Glen shot stream after stream of cum against the shower doors. He opened his eyes and began rinsing off. Ingersol refolded the paper and placed it on squarely before him on the empty desk. He slowly removed his glasses and rested them on top and then massaged his eyes with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. Crossing his fingers on top of the paper below his glasses he leaned forward and looked at Anson. Anson tensed and, although he had applied extra layers of deodorant that morning, felt the sweat dripping down his sides. "Weatherby, what was the point of this assignment?" "To give you an erection, sir." Anson replied nervously. With that, Ingersol slapped his hands on the edge of the desk and rose, forcing the chair to wheel back noisily. Anson's eyes bulged as he looked at the long, pale tube of flesh hanging limply out of the professor's fly. "And does it appear that you succeeded?" he boomed. Anson felt the front of his shirt getting wet as his heart sank. Had the man been exposed when he opened the door? He didn't remember that and in his nervousness might not have. "No, sir." he said, looking down. The older man grabbed the arms of the chair and pulled it forward sitting again. "Certainly not. You obviously worked hard on this drivel, but it failed to accomplish the goal." He poked at the paper with his right index finger. "I have no choice to give this a failing grade." Anson breathed deep and tried but could not stop the wetness forming in his eyes. His nose began to run as the implications of the grade ran through his head. "I..." he started in a shaky voice. "I'm sorry I failed to excite you, sir." he finally stammered out, brushing the tears away from his left cheek with the back of his left hand. Ingersol drummed his right fingers on the edge of the desk for a solid moment then, in a softer tone said, "The story didn't succeed, Mr. Weatherby, but the opportunity isn't over." Anson jerked his head up and met the Professor's gaze as he gently picked up his glasses and settled them back on his face. He motioned for the boy to come over to him and, after removing his own glasses and wiping his face the sleeve of his left arm, Anson rose and walked around the large desk. Ingersol swung around in the chair and the boy's gaze immediately fell to the exposed penis. "You can try another way to make me erect, son." the professor gently suggested as he placed hands on the arms of the chair and spread his legs. Without hesitating, Anson dropped to his knees and took the Professor's cock in his right hand, noticing how it immediately began to harden. He fished the balls out of the fly and began to message them as he slowly stroked the increasing erection. Ingersol leaned back the chair, resting his head on the back on closing his eyes as the boy stroked him to a full erection. Anson reacted to the encouragement by bending down and licking the swollen head, running his tongue over the slit, lubricating the hard shaft, squeezing slightly tighter. The old man moaned in delight and the boy could feel the ball sack begin to tighten. He took the head of the cock in his mouth and began swallowing until he could feel the entire length slide down his throat, concentrating on breathing with his nose to avoid gagging. The noise of squeezing leather erupted as Ingersol tightly gripped the arms of the chair as the boy began fucking the older man's hard cock in his mouth, his right hand tugging at the swelling balls. It only took of few minutes for the Professor to grab the back of Anson's head with his right hand suddenly scream as be began to cum. Anson couldn't pull back, could only swallow the exploding cum filling his throat as the cock pushed deeper down his throat. Finally spent, Ingersol withdrew, freeing the boy's mouth. Anson resisted the urge to gag and spit, instead kept swallowing without breathing until the cum was washed down. He fell back on the floor, bracing himself on his forearms, as he watched Ingersol finally open his eyes. The old man looked down on the boy and grinned, pulling his spent cock and balls back inside his fly and zipping. Anson wiped the spit and off his mouth and face with the back of the arm of his jacket and stood up, straightening his hair and glasses. The professor regained his composer and opened a side desk drawer and extracted a red pen. "I believe a I can give this paper a C+ based on the tremendous effort you gave." he said, making the appropriate mark the above left hand corner. Then he dropped the pen back in the drawer and lifted the paper back to the boy. Anson took the paper and said "Thank you, sir." He walked around the desk and lifted his backpack, unzipped it and pushed the paper inside. He draped the pack over his shoulder and turned back to face his teacher. "What now, sir?" Ingersol pulled himself back up straight under his desk and said, "Well, Mr Weatherby. Given the grade you received today, you will require one more paper in order to pass this course." Anson visibly recoiled in defeat. "If you don't return at least a B+," Ingersol continued, "you cannot pass. You definitely have the ability to please, Mr Weatherby. See if you can accomplish it on paper alone." You can let yourself out," he said gesturing to the door. Anson said, "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," and dejectedly walked to the door. He turned the knob and walked through. When the door closed he stared for a moment at the dark shadow sitting behind the desk. Then he slowly walked away. It had been an agonizing week and Anson had tried over and over to come up with some new idea to excite the Professor, but nothing materialized and he understood that he must continue with the story he had, but take it a step further. After he was dressed the following Saturday, he smiled confidently as he slid his paper into his backpack and slung it over his right shoulder. At school, he slid his student card through the reader and when he saw the green lights flash he let himself into the building and strode confidently down the corridor to the Professor's office, this time knocking quickly and loudly to be let in. He looked down at his wristwatch not paying attention to the door and, when it opened, he looked up into Ingersol's big glasses and said, "Good afternoon, sir!" Ingersol, dressed in a grey sweatshirt and jeans, merely blinked and said, "Mr. Weatherby." He stepped back as opened the door motioning with his right hand, "Please come in." Anson straightened his back, adjusted the weight of his backpack, smiled and said, "Thank you, sir." He strode past the Professor into the office and suddenly froze. The office chairs hand been replaced with two student desks and in the one closest to the window sat a figure he recognized. He snapped his head around when he heard the door close and looked at Ingersol. "Now that we're all here we can begin. I believe you know Miss Stiles." Anson said, "I'm sorry, sir but I didn't know the name. Only that she was a classmate." He stammered, not sure what else to say. It was the one he regarded 'undecided' that always sat at the back of the class. She was wearing a black hoodie and jeans, her hair was colored an odd shade of black and red that hung straight down over her eyes. Her hands were flat on the desktop before her and her head was bent down at the paper in front of her. "Miss Addison Stiles," Ingersol bellowed " please meet Mr. Anson Weatherby." he said, putting his hand against the boy's back and pushing him towards the girl. She looked up quickly and Anson adored the big blue eyes that seemed to be screaming 'I'm scared.' "Hi," he said holding out his hand which seemed ridiculous considering they'd been in the same room for weeks, but she gingerly lifted her right and took his and said, "Hey" shyly. Ingersol had walked back around the desk and said, "Miss Stiles is in the same predicament as you, Mr. Weatherby, so today I thought we should decide your fates in collaboration as we usually do the classroom. Each of you will read your story aloud and the rest of us will decide wether or not it is passable. Be seated." Anson, who had now lost all his self-confidence and stood slump-shouldered, dropped his backpack to the floor and flopped into the desk. He fished out his paper and set it in front of him. "Additionally," Ingersol boomed, "considering the importance to the outcome; to be sure we are all as open, candid, and as revealing as we can be one another, we shall now all remove our clothes." Anson and Addison jerked their heads towards each other with equally puzzled expressions, then looked back at the Professor as he loudly pushed back from his desk and removed his sweatshirt. "Quickly, if you please." he said as he removed his undershirt and started unbuttoning his jeans. Anson dragged himself unbelievingly out of the chair and turned from the girl while he removed his coat. He draped it across the back of the seat and pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He could hear Addison's ruffling clothing as she undressed and he kicked off his tennis shoes, then unbuttoned and pulled off his jeans and boxers together, cringing at the exposed erection he couldn't hide. He stripped off his socks and sat down as quickly as he could looking directly at Ingersol who had already seated himself, his bare torso gratefully the only thing exposed. "Now, I think it should be ladies first," he said looking over at the girl. "Miss Stiles, please rise and begin." He leaned back in his chair and swivelled in her direction. Anson struggled to decide if he should look at her or keep his eyes on the Professor, but his obvious curiosity overruled and he turned his head left and gazed. She was beautiful, and he hated himself for ever judging her as anything else. She stood up straight, both hands holding the paper in front of her gorgeous breasts, the nipples translucent. Her skin was pale but perfect and he admired her silhouette against the window as his eyes followed the narrow waist to the globes of her amazing ass. She started in a shaky voice that steadied and grew louder as she started to read what she had written. Addison's Story: She sprinted down the sidewalk cursing as she struggled with her parcels, plastic bags, and pocketbook chasing the blasted bus. If she hadn't gotten caught in line at the grocery behind the elderly woman who insisted on writing a check for the four dollars and eighty-two cents worth of items she wouldn't have missed it at the first stop. Slowing to quick steps as the saw the bus nearing the next street corner, she adjusted her bags and fished the metro card from her handbag gripping it in her teeth. Looking up just before the door opened she saw the reflections of a young man running up behind her in a wet, grey tank top stuck to his narrow chest and navy shorts, his dark sweaty hair held out of his eyes with a red elastic headband above the wrap-around Ray Bans. She lunged up the bus steps carefully, swiped her card and resisted the urge to scream as the looked back at the crowd of people. "All the way to the back, please." the black, uniformed female driver droned, motioning with her thumb to the throng of humanity behind her. She lowered her head and pushed back ignoring the blank, glassy stares, screams of children, and endlessly loud cell phone chat. Every seat was taken, no one offering to vacate a prized spot to a loaded down, sweaty new arrival. At the back left corner of the bus she found a vacant hanging strap and positioned her running shoes as far out of the aisle as she could bracing herself for the ride home. In normal traffic it would be fifteen minutes, but it was rush hour and already bumper to bumper in the steamy, July humidity. She barely felt the motion of the other body sliding into the last open position behind her. Extra Credit It was over three weeks ago that the mechanic had told her it would take two weeks to get the part to repair her imported used car and, when on the phone as he explained an unexpected delay, she had hurled countless curses at him, garnering only apologies and useless promises. She gripped the strap tighter as the bus pulled away from the curb and as it accelerated she was propelled back against the body behind her. There didn't seem a reason to try to apologize, so the helpless traveler simply closed her eyes and endured the indignity of forced public transportation. There was an odd feeling against the seat of her skirt pressing against her right cheek. For a moment she thought maybe it was an umbrella handle and she was suddenly reminded of an old Disney children's musical called 'Bedknobs and Broomsticks' that always sounded like a dirty movie to her. As her attention suddenly snapped back, she pressure moved across the crack of her ass. She tried adjusting herself forward but the weight of the bags and crowding of the bus restricted her movement. She opened her eyes and bent her head looking down. When she saw the hairy leg and blue short she knew it was the man she had seen standing behind her at the bus stop. In a flash, it was clear that the sensation against her ass was his erect cock which he was pushing against her in motion with the bus. Options were nonexistent. Screaming would only cause confusion and panic. Accusations were pointless due to the overcrowding. She couldn't let go of the strap without falling and she couldn't release her grip on her belongings nor even had space to turn around to confront him. She scanned out the window to get her bearings. From the signs and speed of the traffic, she estimated another ten minutes before reaching her stop. No one else was watching, not even a glance that she could try to engage. The pressure against her became harder, now with a gentle thrust, rubbing through the fabric of his shorts and her skirt. Above her, she felt the strap strain with another hand grabbing it...his, and he gently lowered his fingers over hers. Instinctively, she wanted to pull away but didn't and allowed him close his hand over hers. She kept looking out the window, scanning and estimating her stop when she felt the other hand, his right, raising her skirt. She gritted her teeth, resisted the urge to scream, as she felt him work his fingers up her right sweaty thigh to the top of her panties. He looped his fingers through the lace side and began to pull them down. She scanned with her eyes, but at the back of the bus and at the angle they were in and under the cover of her bags, no one could tell what was happening. She felt the panties going down to her knees and then she felt his hot, exposed cock against her ass. He ran his hand back up her leg to her hip and then over to the wet pubic hair. Tightening her leg muscles as much as she could there was no way to stop the probing fingers that worked their way through the wet bush of hair and inside the hot slick lips of her vagina. When the bus suddenly braked in traffic she felt his cock push up between her legs and she spread her feet allowing his hot wet head to enter her, the panties falling down to her ankles. As the bus accelerated again, she moaned when she was pushed back against him, taking the entire length of the shaft inside her. He released her hand, gripping the opposite side of the strap. When he began fucking her with a steady thrust she put her hand around his tightly. They fucked for four city blocks, grinding and pounding without anyone so much as glancing back. Nearing her stop, the tension, the sweaty motion, the smelly excitement finally made her cum and she squeezed herself tightly around his cock. As the bus pulled over to stop he shot a hot huge load inside her, their juices spilling down her legs as he pulled out. The doors opened. She didn't look back, didn't try to retrieve her panties, or act in any way out of the ordinary as she followed the others out the door onto the street. She walked, cum still running down her legs, without care towards her apartment, a slight grin on her lips as she enjoyed a sudden refreshing breeze blowing down the street, rustling her hair. "Very good, Ms. Stiles," Ingersol said as he rose from his desk. Addison's eyes bulged when she saw his erection, "Thank you, sir," she said and quickly sat down. "I think that was a passable paper. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Weatherby?" Ingersol said turning to Anson. "Judging from the precum dripping from your cock I think you concur?" Anson didn't attempt to defend himself, "Yes, sir. It was extremely erotic." "Good enough," the professor said. "You pass, Ms. Stiles," he said. Addison quickly sat down shuffling her papers. Ingersol sat down and swiveled toward Anson. The boy grabbed his papers and stood up, his erection nearly touching his stomach. Anson's Second Story: Glen slapped the blaring alarm and threw back the bed clothes swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. He stumbled zombie-like to the bathroom door and paused briefly wondering what he would see when he opened the door. If it was the same as the last few mornings he considered if he should follow his fantasy and take advantage of the situation. He glanced down at the usual tent in his shorts and decided that today was definitely the day he would. He turned the knob and pushed the door open then stopped cold in this tracks. The room was completely dark. He reached back with his right hand and slapped the light switch, wincing at the sudden brightening neon vanity lights illuminating the empty bathroom. He glanced around, confirming his solitude and sighed disappointingly. He looked down again at the flat front of his boxers and tugged them down, throwing them into the hamper. He peed standing comfortably, flushed, and started the shower. Stepping in, he adjusted the water until it was comfortable and then stuck his head under the spray, brushing the shampoo through his shaggy hair with his fingers. Rinsing, he grabbed the soap and began lathering and then jerked around when the shower door opened. Kristy jumped inside and slammed the door. "Sorry, I overslept. Do you mind if I play through?" "Go ahead," Glen said stepping back from the spray, watching as his sister stepped in front of him and dowsed her hair and body with the warm water. He stood waiting as she shampooed and rinsed her gold hair and when she turned to him said "Do you mind doing my back?" he had to follow her gaze down to his hand to realize he was still holding the soap. He noticed also while glancing down that he had become fully erect again. "No problem," he replied and as she turned around the he ran the soap over her left shoulder with his right hand while lathering with his left. He worked his way over her neck and right shoulder and continued down her back. When her reached her firm ass, Kristy straightened both arms and placed her hands against the wall, spreading her legs. Glen knelt down on his knees and ran the soap over her ass, lathering and running his right fingers along up and down her crack. Then he worked his hands over her right thigh soaping and lathering front and back all the way down, over her calve and down. When her reached her foot she lifted her leg and allowed him to soap her foot. Glen obliged, running his soapy fingers between her toes. She lowered her right leg, then lifted her left leg and there he started with her foot, repeating the technique starting with her toes, continuing up her thigh. When he reached her ass again, he brushed his soapy hand between her legs and Kristy turned around. Glen looked up at her, blinking through the falling water into his sister's eye which seemed to be sparkling under the soaked blond hair hanging around her face. "Do the front, please." Glen grabbed the soap and lathered both hands thoroughly and carefully put the bar between his knees placing one hand on each foot. He slowly massaged his way up her shins, over her knees and thighs bringing both hands together at her pubic hair. He reached down, grabbing the soap and lathered again. He put his hands together as though about to pray and pushed them between her legs. Kristy moaned and threw her head back as Glen worked is hands out across her pelvis, and slowly up her sides, running back and forth across her stomach up to her firm tits, caressing and pinching the hard nipples before working his way up to her shoulders. He felt her reach down and take his throbbing erection in her left hand and then slide up between her soapy legs to her crotch. She rubbed the head against her hot, soaking slit and lifted her right leg and wrapped it around him as she guided it inside her. Glen breathed deep as he felt himself pulled inside his sister. When she wrapped her left leg around him he had to brace himself against the shower wall. When his balls were completely against her, Kristy put her arms around her brother's neck and began to thrust. Glen joined in until they were both caught up in a slippery, soapy, slapping fuck. They fucked until both felt the imminent release and pulled each other tight as first Kristy came followed quickly by Glen. As the water began to run cold, they released each other and Kristy stood and slipped out of the shower first. Glen shut off the water and grabbed a towel. When he opened the door and stepped out he noticed his sister's towel lying on the floor in front of her open bedroom door. He dried himself off, combed his hair, and walked naked through his sister's door. When he finished reading, Anson turned, dropped the papers on his desk, and placed his hands at his sides and looked directly at the Professor. Ingersol returned his stare, rocking naked back and forth in his chair, drumming his right fingers on the empty desk before him. "Engaging, titillating and, I believe, erotic. It almost makes me wonder, Mr. Weatherby, if this is fantasy or a retelling of something that has actually happened between you and your sister?" he looked piercingly into the boy's eyes. Anson looked away, "It's my story, sir." The old man swivelled back to Addison, "Ms. Stiles?" Anson looked over and met her dark eyes which were barely visible through her bangs and he noticed her hands were between her thighs. Then he looked at her perfects lips as she said, "Professor, I think it was a beautiful, hot and erotic story." Ingersol stopped rocking and said, "Come over here, Ms. Stiles." The girl stood up and walked over to the side of the large desk. "Lie down here, please." he said standing up. She looked at the bare desk and slid herself up in a sitting position on top, then eased herself back. The old man held his hand behind her head as a cushion, her silky hair falling all around her. "Come here, Mr. Weatherby." Anson walked over to the side of desk in front of the girl. "Raise her feet onto the desk." he commanded. Anson bent down and gently took a bare foot in each hand and lifted them until they were placed on the top of the desk. Ingersol spread her knees and said, "Look how wet she is." Anson looked at the wet red slit between her legs. "Put your tongue inside her," he said. The boy bent down and stuck out his tongue and licked the hot lips of her vagina, savoring the juices. Addison moaned and he dove deeper inside her. She began bucking her hips and he put his hands on her thighs to try to steady her but she started thrusting with so much motion it jerked the glasses of his face and they thumped to the floor. He pushed his tongue inside her as deep as he could and then she screamed, releasing an orgasm that Anson struggled to swallow. As soon as she finished he backed away and grunted as he shot three arching streams of cum up, over her stomach, and across her tits and face. When his balls were empty, he bent down and kissed Addison deeply, sucking and licking her tongue, until he felt a hot, sticky stream land across his back as Ingersol came over both of them, jerking his cock and grunting in pleasure. When they had all recovered, the Professor opened a drawer and pulled out a roll of towels and wet wipes. Addison and Anson helped clean and dry each other and then dressed. They stood before Ingersol's desk as he readjusted his own clothes and then sat down heavily. "Well," he boomed handing Anson's glasses back to him, "It seems as though this has been a successful assignment for both of you as I am giving you both top grades to earn your credits in order to graduate. Further," he continued, "this is my last class at this school, as I am retiring effective today." Anson and Addison quickly looked at each other and then Anson replaced his glasses and said, " Thank you for the opportunity, sir." "We're sorry to see you go," the girl awkwardly added. "Thank you both. Good afternoon," the Professor concluded, sitting back down and turning away from them. They looked at each other again and quickly grabbed their bags, Addison exiting first. Anson draped his backpack over his arm and slowly followed her out he door. As he closed it, he looked back through the glass at the dark form still seated at the desk. They had been marionettes in a lewd puppet show the old man had constructed. They had been hand picked, and then played to perform a perverted act for his own desire, and yet both he and the girl had obtained what they needed. As he let go of the doorknob for the last time, he wondered it this is what success in life was really all about, continually playing a part in some else's own perverted show. He shuffled mechanically down the short hallway and turned right down the corridor to the outside door. He stopped when he saw the silhouetted form against the glass beyond. As Anson walked up to her, Addison held out her left hand. He smiled as he slid his left fingers through hers, and they walked together out the door. Extra Credit Her name is Cay and this story is about her. She'd been a student in my class for three months before I ever heard her voice. I blame myself for not noticing her earlier. At the time I was drained of spirit, uninspired to teach thirty little high school brats that were more interested in their follower count than their GPA. Even in a boarding school as prestigious as Marra High, the kids didn't appreciate what they had. I was putting up with 17 year olds trying to look up my skirt and making derogatory gestures behind my back. Not even half way into the year I was considering quitting when Cayla Draxler turned in an assignment late. I can't tell you why this changed everything, but it did. The way she walked into my classroom the day after her assignment was due, eyes down and hair cascading over her green eyes. She stared at the assignment in her hand as though it was the key to her fate. In some ways it was. "What's this?" I asked as she laid the two page homework onto my desk while I sat at it. The rest of the students filed into their seats slowly, talking amongst one another before I started the class. "Yesterday's homework," she said softly, eyes still glued to the paper. "What is yesterday's homework doing on my desk, today?" I admit, I was not very cordial with her; I wasn't with any of my students. I would teach them all I could but it didn't mean I had to like any of them. It was probably why she was so nervous to speak to me. "I-" She stuttered, "I was hoping I could turn it in now." "Here's hoping. I do not accept late work." She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. I watched her curiously, trying to remember her name but failing. This was about the time that she'd make up an excuse as to why she was an exception to my rule. "I'm sorry. Of course," She said hastily while reaching to retrieve the dated homework she had tried to leave in my care. I was surprised by her quick submission and decided to give her a break. "Wait," I told her. "Stay after class and we can discuss some extra credit." Her eyes flickered up to mine and I was immediately pinned by two glowing orbs of forest green for a moment. Just a moment. Then she nodded and retreated to a seat at the back of the class. I wondered to myself who this girl was and how I had never noticed her before. The name on my seating chart read Cayla Draxler but I had no memory of ever seeing her in class before. As I spent an hour at the front of the class teaching I noticed she was the only one with her head down, nose to her notes. Ducked behind the overweight Eddie Heath, it was easy to overlook her. She did not raise her hand when I asked questions and she never spoke to another student. During the last fifteen minutes of class I reviewed my grade scores only to find that Cayla consistently held an A in my class. Her first bad grade had been logged in yesterday, when she missed an assignment. I watched her from my seat at my desk feeling mistaken by my first opinion of her. The focus she put into her work was impressive. Something told me she didn't often allow herself to relax. When the bell rang and I dismissed my students Cayla remained seated. I waited for everyone to file out of the room before I stood from my desk and approached the row she was in. "It's Cayla, right?" Again she opened her mouth as though there was something she wanted to tell me, but something held her back. This behavior of hers annoyed me because I couldn't predict what she was trying to say. "Yes," She answered simply. I was unconvinced so I pressed on. "Is there something else you go by?" "Cay, ma'am." Cay. Somehow even prettier when shortened. And the use of ma'am in her answer sparked something in me. I felt more in control then. "Cay," I repeated. Her eyes grazed mine for a moment at the acknowledgement. I think she liked hearing me say it properly. I hope she did. "Why did you turn your assignment in late?" She didn't reply to my question, though I'm sure she had an answer. She just continued to stare forward as if waiting for something. A scolding? "I ask because it's very unlike you." I knew I sounded like a phony then. An hour ago I didn't know the girl's name and now I was telling her what she was and was not like. "You've never missed a deadline." "I'm sorry. I will try harder next time." Her response felt rehearsed, almost forced. I didn't like the look it left on her face. "You don't need to be sorry. You're doing very well in my class," I said, letting up on my usual cold exterior. This girl needed to lighten up a bit. But my words hardly affected her. "Thank you, ma'am." Cay gave no follow up after, leaving me at a loss for words. I had never met a student as quiet as her. While I waited for her to gain her voice she seemed perfectly content with just sitting there, listening to whatever I told her next. "Are you sure you want extra credit? The homework assignment was a minor one, missing it will have no effect on your grade." "Oh yes, ma'am. I'd like to make up the work I missed." Fair enough. I couldn't scrutinize her for wanting to do her best. "Very well." I retreated to my desk to find an assignment on "The Count of Monte Cristo" for her to focus on for the night. "Here you go," I said as I sat down at my desk and pushed the paper towards her. Very quietly she stood and stepped towards my direction. Her uniform black skirt and white button up seemed chosen specifically with her in mind, though it might have been my blossoming curiosity that allowed me to notice her figure. Her youth provided her with a flat belly and perfect curves. She grabbed the paper and thanked me once again before turning to leave. Had it not been for the twirl of her skirt or my wandering eyes I would have never noticed her simple white panties or the purple bruises blotched over each perfect butt cheek. ------------------ My name is Eden Vega. I'm Twenty-seven years old and I teach High School English to Seniors. I live by myself in a three bedroom house. I was once engaged to a woman, but it didn't work out. I've known I liked women since I was in college though it's not something you can tell just by looking at me. Because of my curves I'm not considered skinny but I'm far from what you would call fat. Most of my male coworkers have already asked me out; I tend to avoid the other teachers at work. They're nothing like me. I'm aware that I'm considered attractive because of the harassment I get from men. To be honest my looks are probably responsible for my distaste for the opposite sex. Men are pigs. But not Cayla Draxler. She was different. I didn't realize how different until I started to pay attention. The bruises under her skirt stayed on my mind for days. I'm not sure why I didn't tell our principal. I realize it was wrong of me, but I think part of me wanted to be the one to help her. Every day after that event was the same. Cay would come into my class, take notes on the lecture, and leave without saying a word. All her assignments were turned in on time and she never asked any questions. Her distance left me feeling anxious, hoping for a way to connect with her again. I tried calling her parents to get in contact with them but all attempts went to voicemails that they would never return. After a week I was desperate. I did something I shouldn't have done, but don't regret. I followed her home. I saw Cayla walking home on my way out to my car one evening after school. It had to have been 5:30 pm, over three hours since school had ended. Had she been wandering campus until the very last minute? She crossed the street into a neighborhood as I got into my car and followed after. I don't remember ever thinking about it, but I remember how nervous I was as I pulled up beside her. "Cayla," I called out the window to grab her attention. She looked at me with wide eyes, nearly scared to hear her own name. "Do you need a ride home?" "N-no. Thank you Ms. Vega," she said in a soft tone. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel. I couldn't let her manners shun me away now. "Nonsense. It's getting dark out. I'd feel better knowing you were somewhere safe." "I live just on the next block, it's really no-" "Get in the car, Cay." I said with a firm voice I forgot myself to possess. Cay must have forgotten it too because she instantly submitted to my command and opened my passenger side door. When she was seated I continued driving, throwing a smile at the girl who was still visibly shaken. "I'm happy to give you a ride," I assured her. "It'll give me a chance to meet your parents." "They aren't home," Cayla shot back quickly. I turned to see her expression but she stared out the passenger window diligently, hiding herself. "Ah. That's a shame. I would have liked to tell them what a great student you are. What time will they be home?" "My house is just ahead. The one with the red truck out front," She said. This girl was smart; too smart. Whatever it was she was hiding, she had been doing it for some time now. As I parked my car along the curb of the house Cay quickly unbuckled herself and stepped out. "Thank you for the ride Ms. Vega. I'll see you in class tomorrow." "Hold on, I'll walk you to your door." I said as I jumped out of the car as quick as I could. She was definitely hiding something and I couldn't allow myself to let it go. Cay seemed disheartened when she saw me catching up to her, unable to find an excuse that would keep me away. Her face paled and she grew very stiff as we walked to the front door together. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she pulled a key from a small pocket in her backpack and began to open the door. She moved slowly now, dragging out the moments before she was inside. When the door opened I heard a television blaring from another room. "Thank you so much for the ride Ms. Vega," Cay repeated in a low voice. "Is that you?" A male voice called out from inside the house. "Is that your father? I'd very much like to meet him," I said politely. Cay turned to look in the house but said nothing. "Cay? Are you home?" The man asked. I watched her and wondered why she chose not to respond. "Answer me!" the man yelled in an aggravated tone. "Yes, sir." Cay said with a jump. "Get the hell upstairs right n-" A large man stepped into the room. When he spotted me he stopped talking. I noted how his voice immediately changed there after. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize we had company. Who are you?" "My name's Eden Vega, I'm Cay's teacher. Are you her father?" I asked, trying to keep my composure. "Jacob, and yes I am. Is there something wrong?" "No, no. Quite the opposite. Your daughter is doing phenomenally in school. I'm quite impressed by her work ethic and wanted to-" "So she's not in trouble?" He asked as he peered down at his daughter who had not moved an inch further into her house. "No. Are you surprised?" "I'm a little thrown off by a teacher that visits her students at home," he combated. "Go upstairs, Cayla." "I was just dropping her off. I thought you might like to know she's-" "Maybe next time you could call then. Cayla, go upstairs," he repeated to his daughter who was frozen in place. Even I could not help but stare at the girl who watched her father like he was the boogey man. She carefully took one step backwards before bolting out the door past me. Her father seemed to have expected the move because he reached out to try and swipe her by the arm, but missed. "Goddammit!" he hissed. "The damn kid's always running away. Ever since she turned 18 she thinks she's too good for her family. Stays out all hours of the night, comes home when she feels like it. Fuck it, I'm sick of this shit." "You're not going to go after her?" I asked in shock. "Listen bitch, I don't need you coming here and judging us. You have kids?" "No." "Then you don't know shit about family. She'll come back. She aint got nowhere else to go." "Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Draxler." I finally said, nearly rolling my eyes as I turned to get back into my car. What a family. It was no wonder Cayla was a ball of nerves. With a father like that, I'd of ran away ages ago. I wondered to myself where she went if her father claimed she had nowhere else. It didn't seem like she made any friends at school. She was a loner if I ever did see one. I decided to cruise around the neighborhood for a while in hopes of spotting her. It took less than ten minutes to find her at the neighborhood park. She sat on a bench, hugging her backpack alone. After parking my car I approached with caution. "Cay?" I called to her trying not to startle her into another run. "Are you okay?" "I'm so sorry, Ms. Vega. I shouldn't have lied but I didn't want you to meet him." Cay looked at me with those dark green eyes and I melted. She was frightened and hurting. I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed her and held her tightly with my arms wrapped around her. "Shhh," I cooed as I ran one hand through her hair. "You don't have to apologize. Do you have somewhere to go?" "No," she answered in a shaky voice. She had started to cry in my arms. "Will you come home with me?" I had asked girls that question before but never like this. Never with such a need. Cay's hands dug into my shirt and pulled on it tightly. Was she trying to keep me close to her? "Yes," she cried. Extra Credit •ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18 OR OLDER• "Did you here about the sub?" Casey squealed excitedly in my ear. I winced at the high pitched sound. "Really? Another sub? When will Mrs Stacey be back?" I scowled. Mrs Stacey was a bitch, but I loved her. Well, I loved her teaching methods. I was the type of person to thrive on a stern hand. I had top grades in this class, and the boring drone of the substitutes that waltzed in here made me want to sleep. Sure everyone likes a fun teacher who tries to win the love of all their new students, but for me that never won results. If the teacher wasn't yelling, I wasn't learning. Casey rolled her eyes. "Firstly, Mrs Stacey just popped out a baby, so we won't be seeing her for a while, and secondly, you haven't heard the great news!" I chewed on the end off my pencil watching her head bobble energetically. "Ok I'll bite, what's your fantastic news? Is our new sub the woman who spawned Mrs Stacey?" Cas waved her hand at me. "Even better! Jess told me she brushed past him in the hall, apparently he's a babe. Blue eyes, sandy blonde hair, great biceps." It was my turn to role my eyes. "Agh I am never going to get any work done in this class." I whined. Casey laughed. "Well that's the point." She patted me on the arm with mock sympathy. We chatted some more as we waited out the usual delay that accompanied a new substitute teacher. Finally Cas punched me in the arm and I sat up to the arrival of the male model teaching our class. Casey's mouth moved to my ear and a rushed whisper followed. "Oh my gosh, it's Brad!" I raised my eyebrows at her. "What? You know him?" She shook her head animatedly and jumped back to my ear. Her warm breath intruding my ear canal made me squirm. "God you are clueless girl! Brad Pitt!" I rolled my eyes at her. "You have an unhealthy obsession with that man." She giggled and swatted my arm. "You do mean he just looks like him right? Like that's not the actual actor here to teach our economics class?" I asked, laughing at her expression as she huffed at me. "Yes Elisse, that's exactly what I mean. The actor himself flew cross country to teach our economics class, and my first move is to whisper the news to you rather then pouncing on these tables across the room to push him to the ground and make sweet, sweet love to him in front of our fellow classmates." The image of Casey's tiny body tackling the new sub to the ground made me burst out laughing. I threw a hand over my mouth but the damage was done. The whole class looked in my direction and the new sub was staring strait at me. "Something funny girls?" His deep husky voice called across the room. I smiled in his direction challenging him with raised eyebrows. "Oh yes Sir, extremely funny." Beside me Casey's face was turning all shades of red, she tried to discreetly poke me in the arm. She hated being called out in class. The teacher raised his own eyebrow in response. "Really? May I hear the joke?" I straitened my spine and leaned forward, my breast pressed against the desk, eyes on him. I grinned. "I'm afraid you wouldn't get it Sir." His left eye twitched and he grinned back at me. "Perhaps not. But I'm sure you can still tell me after school in detention. I'll see how funny it is then." I sighed and leaned back in my chair. Bastard. He continued to address the class, stating his name as Mr Jones. Casey was smiling at me and I sulked in my chair as he taught away. He was actually a pretty good teacher. Not the firm handed educator I wanted but he also wasn't like the other subs. The ones that were overly friendly, annoyingly talkative and unwilling to raise their voice in any situation, or even the ones that read their lessons from a sheet of paper and dozed in their seats as the class erupted into chaos. Time went by as I day dreamed in my seat, till suddenly Casey nudged me awake with her elbow. Mr Jones was looking straight at me. I groaned. What was it now? "Elisse is it?" He questioned, hard eyes on me. How did he know? I looked to Casey who was giving me a look. "In another place where we?" I smiled brightly. "Oh anywhere is better then here." The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. "Oh really? Well that's too bad. Would an extra hour in after school detention help your experience?" He asked, the sarcasm thick in his tone. I narrowed my eyes, moving forward again, curling my hair around my finger. "Oh not particularly Sir, I think that would be the opposite of helpful." He regarded me shortly before answering. "Miss," he scanned a piece of paper, "Greyson, if you couldn't answer the question, you should have just said. That's why I'm here, to teach you all the things you don't know." I narrowed my eyes at him. I hated it when people assumed I was an idiot. I got that all through high school. Students and teachers treating me like an uneducated bimbo because of the crowd I was in or the colour of my hair. It seems cliche but I was actually a smart girl, I just needed a firm hand. I sat up straight and looked him in his piercing blue eyes. "I assure you Mr Jones, my lack of an answer wasn't due to my education. I never heard your question as I was daydreaming... and I was daydreaming because you're teaching style isn't engaging enough for me to hold focus. The drone of your lacklustre voice makes me want to slam my head against the concrete floor." My tone dripped with contempt. Casey swallowed and I bit my tongue. Ah, I probably shouldn't have said that. I had a bit of a temper and sometimes it went unchecked. I couldn't apologise though, my pride forbade it. Whatever punishment came I would have to endure it. I waited for him to yell at me, tell me to get out, or inform me that my after school detention had expanded to next week. Instead he laughed, a long golden laugh. "Perhaps we can talk further about my teaching style after class then. I'm sure I'd love to hear your advice." I smiled an overly sweet smile and battered my eyelids. "I'll count the seconds Sir." I huffed and once more leant back in my chair, waiting for the class to end. Casey wasn't in my last class, but Jess and I walked out and met her at the lockers. Casey and Jess began chatting about their Literature assignment but soon the conversation turned to the Godly Mr Jones. Casey tapped my shoulder as I stared off into the distance deep in thought. "Remember Elle, you've got detention now." I nodded and smiled like I had just remembered, but in truth I hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. Every time I zoned out I seemed to see those stormy blue eyes. I really didn't want to go to detention, especially with Mr Jones, and my stomach felt uneasy all day since that class. I didn't know what it was. I wasn't really a troublesome student but I had a reputation for speaking my mind, especially to an authority figure... but there was something about him that made me want to stay away. Yet at the same time something drew me in. Like a insect trap. I knew it was bad news but still it was hard to fly away. I collected what I needed, said my farewells to Jess and Cas before departing to my economics class. He had told me to come straight there when I had finished for the day, but I decided to take a small detour to find a snack. I tried to hide the fact that I was stalling but I wasn't fooling myself. With a defeated sigh I walked to the room and knocked on the door. It opened after a few short knocks. Mr Jones stood there with an easy smile, and opened the door. "Miss Greyson, what a pleasure." I nodded at the now towering figure holding open the door. I swallowed uncomfortably. "The pleasure is all mine." I squeezed past him and sat on the desk waiting for him to start his lecture in 'respect', and whatever pride inflating topic he chose. He cleared his throat, and stood in front of me. I scooted back, uncomfortable in the closeness, but as I did he grabbed my bare legs, holding me in place. I opened my mouth ready to say something, anything, but he spoke instead. "Miss Greyson, can you tell me why you are here?" He asked me softly. I swallowed uncomfortably and tried to clear my throat. "Because you told me to be here." I stated, trying to sound unaffected. I assumed he was trying to make me uncomfortable, push me to a level so that he was the one in charge. I wasn't having it. "Ever the witty one." He raised an eyebrow. I tried to keep his eye contact, I forced myself to breath calmly. I would not let this bastard think I was scared of him. "Do you know why I love Fridays?" He asked grinning. I frowned at the new topic, unsure of how to answer. "Because there's no school?" He laughed, his face close to mine. "Close. Because, everyone is in a hurry to go home and enjoy their days away." My frown deepened, where was he going with this? "And do you know why I love this room?" He continued on. I decided it was safer just to shake my head. "Because Miss Greyson, it is the furtherest away from the rest of the school, therefor, the furtherest away from the road. Meaning, we are right next to the...?" He was waiting for an answer. "The forest?" I asked unsure. His grin seemed to signal I had answered right. I was so confused. What the hell was he suggesting? Was he trying to threaten me? My overactive imagination took hold and Images of my rotting corps in the middle of that dark and shadowed forest flooded my mind and I shuddered. He saw my confusion and laughed, his grin was charming, showing a nice set of pearly whites. His blue eyes seemed to hold me captive. I breathed in a long breath, but shrank back when I spied him watching my breasts rise and fall. His hands still on my bare thighs held me in place and a sick feeling in my stomach rose up my throat. "I'll ask you again, do you know why I asked you here?" He spoke so softly, as if this was a casual meeting. I narrowed my eyes at him. Did he really think that he could intimidate me? Fuck him. Another problem of mine, aside from my temper, was my lack of thinking. I seemed to just act without thinking. A rage ran through my blood as I observed the hunger in his eyes as he unashamedly scanned my body. And worst of all, I wasn't just angry... I was scared. I swung, aiming to punch him squarely in the jaw but before I could his hand snaked around and caught my fist before I came close to his perfect face. "Oh I was hoping I had a fighter. As soon as I saw you I just couldn't resist." His hands were so large that they made my fists seem so small. His one hand engulfed my fist and the other grabbed the hand that was resting on the table. "What-" I started but before I could say anything he pushed me down on the desk, pushing my arms over my head. I growled, trying to kick, scratch, punch, anything. I managed to get my knee into his gut but his abdomen was like steel. I could feel his weight on top of me and I swore at him, my limbs flying like a crazy person. He grunted, which meant that I had hit him somewhere successful but I didn't stop to ponder, I would fight for as long as the adrenalin pumped through my body. But it seemed I didn't have that long, he regained control and pushed my arms down again, this time I heard a rustle through my struggles, and then a tight pressure in my wrists. He grinned over me and winked. "Zip ties babe." I gaped at him. The fucker had planned this. He fucking stocked up. I couldn't look at the smug look on his face, the rage bubbled through my core. I roared at him and spit in his face. It landed right on his cheek and I tried to kick out at him. He just chuckled. "Well, we can't have that." He leaned forward and grabbed the collar of my white button up. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I screamed at him, panicking now. He gripped each side and ripped open my shirt, popping the buttons and exposing my light pink bra. I shrieked and tried to kick but my legs were pinned by his body now. I was raging, and terrified. Two very powerful emotions. I felt hot liquid on my wrists and realised that I was struggling so much the zip ties had cut into my arms. He gazed down at my heaving chest and watched my breasts straining against the innocent material. "Strapless? Good choice." He grinned. I struggled, but all I could move was my torso, and looking at the jerking movements of my breasts seemed to give him more pleasure then me. I screamed in frustration. He then slowly slipped my shirt up over my head and up to my tied hands. Using it to wipe his face where I spit at him. "Much better." He winked at me. Much better? Much fucking better? "You fucking psychotic asshole." I spit all the venom I could muster at him, then I spit in his face again. He shook his head at me in mock disappointment. I tried to wiggle my legs out of his hold. "Is that better you sick fuck?" He raised his eyebrows at me. "You're a little spitfire aren't you?" You better believe it you asshole, I screamed in my head. He stood up straiter and moved back a little. I thought I'd be able to move my legs to kick out but his knee was holding them in place. This time he held his gaze on my plaid school skirt. "Don't you fucking dare you asshole!" I warned, my heart pounding at what I suspected he was going to do. His blue eyes met mine. "And are you going to apologise?" He said in a condescending tone. My nostrils flared and I glared at him. "Fuck. You." He bared his teeth in a large smile and preceded to pull the top of my skirt down. The top of my panties appeared as he pulled the skirt lower. I shook my body, trying to do anything to make him stop, but I was helpless. My hands were tied. Literally. "Stop, stop, ok!" I growled, my eyes glowering at his beautiful smug face. "Is there something you want to say?" He asked softly. I ground my teeth. "I will scream. I'll fucking scream my lungs out!" He just laughed as if I told a joke. He yanked off my skirt and pulled it quickly down my legs before I could think what was happening. "Wrong answer." I was now lying half naked in front of my teacher. He wiped his face with my skirt. "Fuck." He whispered to himself. His voice went low and husky as his eyes raked my writhing body. After a minute he moved away, and I tried to kick him but he was to quick. I raised my head trying to see what he was doing. He grabbed another desk and was dragging it over. I guessed he was going to put the two desks together so my legs weren't hanging over the side. My wrists were now stinging at the contact of the ties on my raw skin. Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He unbuttoned his own shirt and as he was busy doing so I flipped myself over now that my legs weren't pinned. I was on my knees now. Trying desperately to get an angle and snap the tie holding my bloody wrists. In a matter of seconds his arms wrapped around my waist, I kicked out and connected to his stomach. He grunted, then pulled my knees back so that they were off the desk. My hips hit the desk in a thud without my legs holding me up. I groaned at the pain that radiated through my hips. I felt his warm hand on my ankle before he pulled it to the cold metal leg of the table, and zip tied it. I realised what he was doing and screamed trying to keep my other ankle out of reach. He easily caught it and zip tied it to the other leg of the table. "What are you doing you bastard?!" I screamed. I was fully helpless now. And in my new position I couldn't see anything he was doing behind me. I was on my stomach, arms tied, legs tied. I wouldn't let myself cry. I felt the warm liquid building up in my eyes but I blinked it away. Whatever happened I would scream and yell and fight until it was over. But it was worse now that I couldn't see him. Couldn't see those calculating eyes and that grin that turned my vision red. I heard him calmly walking around, before he picked something up. "When I first saw you I thought you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Long brown hair, warm hazel eyes, olive skin. But what I like most about you isn't your hair, your eyes, not even those beautiful ruby lips... but your tongue. That sharp witty tongue. There was nothing that I knew would give me more pleasure then seeing your tight round ass taking the punishment for that satanic little tongue of yours." I could hear the pleasure that dropped from his words. He was aroused. I couldn't stop the tremor that shook through my body at the position I was in. He laughed slowly, sexily as he ran a wooden ruler over my barley covered ass. One of his hands touched my behind and massaged the cheek. His fingers roaming the untouched skin. I gasped at the contact and moved forward involuntary. He chuckled. "Don't you dare fucking touch me. I will kill you! Do you hear me!" I screamed. Then I yelled. Maybe if I made enough noise someone would hear. It was all I could do. "As much as I love to hear what comes out of your mouth I think this task calls for silence." I felt both his hands on my behind, the ruler still in one hand. Then there was a pressure, and suddenly a ripping sound, he was tearing my underwear. I screamed louder now. Desperate and screaming as he tore off my panties. His hand ran up my shivering back and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. And with his other hand he pushed the shreds of what was left of my panties in my mouth. I struggled and screamed, but all my cries were muffled. I was furious and scared and now I was mute. One of the hands were back on my ass, cupping the tender flesh, the other hand back to my back, he unclasped my bra, and I screamed as he slipped it off. I pushed my chest hard to the desk, trying to hold the last piece of clothing I had, but his hand slipped underneath me and cupped my left breast. I gasped and tried to move away from the invading hand, but that only aloud him to pull my bra away. I cried out a strangled groan in defeat. To my thanks he removed his hand from my crushed breasts. "Now this is for not paying attention in class." I was confused for a moment before I heard a thwack, and a stinging sensation spread across my backside. I cried out, my body jerking from the contact. One of his large hands massaged my cheek, strangely dulling the pain. Then suddenly I felt something at my entrance before he slipped his finger inside me. I jerked again and gasped at the sudden intrusion. I was fuming. He pulled out. "That's a tight little cunt. And not even wet yet." He moved close for a moment, his pelvis grinding into my backside, only his pants stopping the hard rod from touching me. He groaned, and the contact seemingly made him involuntary buck his hips and push closer too me. I whimpered at the thought of what might come next. Another thwack caught me unaware and I jerked at the searing pain of the ruler smacking my soft flesh. "That's for answering me back." I could hear the grin in his words. The sick bastard was enjoying this. Another hard whack, harder then before and I jolted forward, but this time I held my lips together, doing my best to hold in my cries. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "That's for not listening when I talked to you." I finally realised what he was talking about. He was talking about, in order, what I had done in class. My thoughts were halted as he pushed his finger inside me again. I cried out at the pressure of it. I had never been touched down there before. "Fuck you're tight. Your boyfriend not well hung hmm?" I assumed his question was rhetorical as he had shoved my panties in my mouth. I was put off guard again when the ruler came down hard on my ass. I felt the burning of my skin and I knew it would be red. Extra Credit "That's for having a smart mouth." I heard him fiddle with something, then what sounded like a packet being ripped open. A condom. And then I heard his fly opening. I started to scream, my limbs rubbing against their confines, rubbing the skin raw. "Don't get too worked up babe, the fun hasn't even started yet." His naked legs made contact with mine and my legs shook, tremors racing up my body. I couldn't believe this was happening. This was it. It was over. I felt it. His erect member pressing just outside my entrance. My nerves were all on end, waiting for it to happen. "This, is for casting your spell on me." He whispered softly, just before he grabbed my hips cruelly and plunged hard into me. I wasn't ready for the pain that shot through my body. I screamed a blood curdling scream. I had broken my promise too myself, my eyes pooled and I couldn't stop the tears from falling onto my cheeks. He grunted and groaned as he tried to push himself further. "Fuck!" He groaned. I screamed as it felt like he was tearing through me. Shredding me apart. He tried to push in rough, trying to force himself further but he stopped halfway, puffing hard. "I broke your hymen..." He stated, confusion deep in his voice. His hands were still on my hips, he ran his hands up my curves, touching my breasts, running them down my spine. "How the fuck can you be a Virgin?" He seemed to be in utter disbelief. There was a long silence before he spoke. "I'm your first. This body is mine." He said that with such joy, as if it was Christmas and he got a puppy. His hands steady on my hips again he pulled out, then plunged into me again, I cried out at the new shock of pain. Sobs wracked my body as he pounded into me again and again, each time he pushed harder and harder. Getting further into me with each pummel. Then suddenly he pulled out. The sensation was strange, the sudden emptiness, like my body couldn't keep up with everything. My heart fluttered with the hope that it was over, until there was a large slap as his large hand came down on my ass. I gasped and my legs started to shake again. This onslaught of pain was too much. "That's for making me want you. With this body. With your tongue." He hit me hard again and I cried out, my head raising with each hit. "That's for turning me into this wild animal." And with that he plunged hard into me again. The muscles inside me had already constricted with the absent of him, and as he pushed himself deep inside me I sobbed at the shock of it. He rammed himself into me hard, again and again, each time the slap of skin sounded as his pelvis slammed against my behind. I couldn't take this, it was too much. He groaned as he pumped me roughly, his hands went from my hips and to my breasts, he squeezed them hard, needing them. With each hard thrust he used my beasts to pull himself forward. Each time he pounded into me he cruelly squeezed the sensitive flesh. I groaned at the ache in my chest as his nails dug into me. The pain of my breasts being yanked hard at the same time as his huge member crushing inside me was excruciating. While I was concentrating on my his hands on my chests, I didn't notice the heat that was building in my lower abdomen. His rough assault fuelled the fire inside me and I couldn't understand it. Even the pain of his calloused hands yanking my tender nipples seemed to heighten this feeling. Like a fight between good an evil, pain and pleasure. I noticed that he was starting to slip into me a little easier. My screams of pain slowly turned to moans of pleasure. He seemed to notice the change in my body, instead of shrinking away each time he pushed inside me, I started to hold still, craving each merciless plunge. It spurred him on, he pushed on deeper and fastened his pace, his breathing already laboured. He kissed my back as I moaned, the heat in my belly climbing, tingles spreading down my legs and up my spine. Each cell in my body buzzed and I felt a glow in my soul. Then suddenly the heat exploded and I burst into a firefly glow of pleasure, ripples of bliss pumping through my blood. "Oh god!" I screamed a muffled cry. And seconds later he groaned, gripping my breasts. Then he held still, feeling the waves of pleasure himself. He pulled out and collapsed beside mean the desk, reaching over a weak sweaty hand any pulling the shredded panties from my mouth. I laid there myself, my head already in his direction trying to slow my erratic breathing. "What the fuck was that?" I managed to puff out, completely startled by the events that just played out. He smiled a lazy grin, finding the breath to answer. "That, dear student, was an orgasm." Extra Credit This all happened my senior year of high school. There I sat, bored and mentally tortured in the pits of Ms. White's math class, looking out the window at the clouds and obliviously fidgeting with my pencil, while the rest of the class slowly but surely built their mathematical knowledge. Regardless of the fact that my athletic eligibility was at stake, I just could not bring myself to pay attention to the seemingly meaningless numbers and symbols on the board. "Mr. Jones," Ms. White suddenly said, as my head nervously snapped to attention, "Have you paid attention to a single thing I've said today?" It was rather obvious to the class that I hadn't, so before I even had a chance to answer, a small wave of laughter flowed through the room. "See me after class," she said without further discussion, and continued with her lecture. I tried to pay attention after that, especially to avoid any further embarrassment at the hands of Ms. White. No one knew too much about Ms. White. This was her first year teaching at the high school, and she was pretty much a stranger to the entire town. She looked to be in her late thirties, but we all knew she was single because she had no rings and wrote her name as "Ms. White," not "Mrs. White." She wasn't a very attractive woman, I will say that much. She wasn't really ugly or hideous or anything like that, she just wasn't attractive. She had shoulder length, plain brown hair and boring brown eyes. She always wore conservative dresses, and never seemed to wear any make-up. She was definitely no one's wet dream, young or old. "You failed your last test," she told me after the rest of the class had left, "Your soccer eligibility in the spring is in big trouble." "How do you know? I can fail one class and still be eligible," I responded. I shouldn't have been such a jerk, but this was a touchy subject. "I checked up on you," she informed me and smiled, "You have no chance in English. But my class... well, it will be borderline." "Great," I said with obvious dismay, "I'm really not going to be eligible, am I?" "I don't know," she answered and gave me a cold look, "Looks like you won't be." "Look," I said with a hint of desperation, "Is there anything I can do to pick up my grade, just enough to pass?" Ms. White smiled and wrote something down on a small piece of paper. "You like yardwork?" she asked without looking at me. "Not really," I answered. "No?" "Well, I can do it." "Good," she responded, "And can you keep secrets? "Sure, I guess." "Well, come by my house Saturday afternoon... I'll figure out a way for you to raise your grade." Saturday afternoon, I showed up at her doorstep with a rake and some garbage bags. When she answered, she smiled and invited me inside. I wasn't very happy about wasting a Saturday afternoon on yardwork, but it would be worse to not play on the soccer team my senior year. "You didn't need to bring all that," she told me as I stepped through the door. "I wasn't sure if you had stuff like this, especially since you're new to town and all." "Have a seat," Ms. Green commanded, "We won't be doing any yard work today." Damn was I happy! No work. Perfect. "Can I get you a soda or anything?" she asked. "Yes please," I answered, carefully being extra polite now that I had been relieved of all labor duties. When she turned to walk into the kitchen, I noticed she was wearing something far from her normal conservative clothing. She was wearing tight jeans and a white blouse. Her ass wasn't overly incredible, but if she had one redeeming quality, that was it. Still, she was a woman in her late thirties, and I was barely eighteen. When she returned from the kitchen, she brought me a coke and sat down next to me on the couch. This was when I got a little nervous. Why was I here? "So James," she said, "How are you going to pass math?" "I don't know." "It will take a miracle." "I really need the grade." "Yes," she answered, and suddenly moved closer to me. At that moment, my heart skipped a beat. Surely not, I thought. "Can I ask you something?" she asked. "Sure," I said, now nervous. The situation had grown very uncomfortable. "How old are you?" "18," I answered plainly... then suddenly wished I had said 17. At this, Ms. White put her hand on my leg. I was wearing shorts, so she was actually touching my leg. "What are you doing?" I asked and tried to scoot away. "Giving you the chance to make a good grade in my class," she answered and began running her hand up and down my thigh. Although I didn't find her the least bit attractive, I felt an erection coming on. She giggled as she saw it grow underneath my shorts. Still, I had no interest. "I don't want to," I said. "Don't want to?" she responded, "You need to." At this, she began massaging my cock through my shorts and moved closer to me. I moaned softly. "See, it won't be too bad," she said," You do this, you will pass. You don't, you fail. It's simple mathematics, James." "I don't know," I answered feebly. Instead of saying anything else, she climbed on top of me. I didn't want to kiss her, but she forced the issue, and suddenly we were in a deep kiss. I could tell she was really into it because she was rubbing my hair with her hands and grinding herself against my crotch, further fueling my hard-on. Ms. Green suddenly pulled her blouse off and now I was staring at her breasts. She wore no bra. I will say this, I was surprised at their size and form. They were a lot better than I had expected, so I rewarded their quality by beginning to greedily suck on them. This really got Ms. Green going as she was now dry fucking me through my shorts. I was almost ready to cum when she suddenly stopped and stood up. She took off her jeans, followed quickly by her black panties, and sat down next to me. Her mid-section wasn't so bad either. In fact, her pussy was shaved and looked relatively inviting. "Before we continue," she said, laying back on the couch and spreading her legs, "I think you owe me something." It was too late now to turn back, so I guided my face to her pussy and began licking it carefully. She moaned and cried out, and then closed her legs to put my head in a vice-like grip over her pussy. I began eating her out with a fury, as she arched her back and moaned loudly. Then, without warning, she released me from her grip. "Fuck me," she commanded, "Fuck me, baby!" At this, with her help, I tugged off my shorts and boxers to reveal a full size erection. Before I could think about anything else, she grabbed my cock and guided me inside her. Oh, the feeling was soooo good.. Her warmth and her wetness was incredible, as she bucked her hips upwards to prod me to fuck her. I pushed my cock down into her pussy and then pulled it a few inches upward, and then back down again. I did this harder and harder, faster and faster, as she moaned and huffed and dug her nails into my back. As young and inexperienced as I was, an orgasm hit me like an unexpected freight train. I cried out in a mix of surprise and pleasure, as I shot my cum inside her. The spasms continued for what seemed to be an eternity, and then I carefully pulled out of her. "I-I'm sorry," I stammered, thinking my minute long performance had dissappointed her. "Honey, that's what I like about young boys," she answered coyly, "Making them cum... quickly. It makes me feel sexy again, I love it." "Well... thanks, I guess." We sat there for a little while in silence. Then, after a few minutes, I found her inching closer to me again. This time she straddled me as I laid back on the couch looking up at her. Ms. Green carefully slid herself onto my cock, and began riding me in a slow, circular motion. She looked down at me with a smile and put her hands on my chest. "Take your time," I said to her, "I want it to last." "Oh no," she replied in a sexy voice, "I want to see how quickly I can make you cum again!" At this, she picked up speed and began riding me back and forth. She reached behind my head and grabbed on to the arm of the couch. She suddenly began fucking me with incredible speed. She was pulling and pushing herself back and forth using the arm of the couch. Her breasts were smothering my face, as she increased her speed even more as now our bodies were slapping against each other. Her thighs were loudly slapping against my hips every time she jerked her body forward. "Oh God!" I cried out as I felt cum shoot up from the shaft of my cock. "Cum, baby!" she demanded between huffs, "Cum for me, do it!" Suddenly, the cum exploded from my cock and this time I think I yelled out. She continued to fuck me with reckless abandon until I guess she could tell I had stopped cumming. She relaxed on top of me, panting, and put her arms around me. "A few more times, and you'll get an 'A'," she whispered to me and giggled. At this, I smiled back. After all, she had just fucked the hell out of me and it felt pretty damn good. On my way out the door, she grabbed me, spun me around, and fell to her knees. After pulling down my shorts and boxers, she began hungerly kneading my cock until it became rock hard. Although a little sore now, it felt pretty good when she began giving me the first blow job I ever got. When I came, I shot my depleted load in her mouth, and to no surprise, she swallowed every drop. I had several more sex sessions with Ms. White that year. She never showed any affection in class, thank God, and I sure didn't tell anyone. It was our little secret. And yes, I finished with an 'A' that year in Algebra. And no, I didn't learn a damn thing. Extra Credit Erika and David have been married for about three years, but have been together for five. When they met they both had had only a few sexual partners, though David is clearly the sexual deviant in the relationship. David had only been with 7 women, including Erika, in his 35 years and Erika has had only 5 men though she has had sex with a white guy which is cool because David would love to fuck a white woman. Even though David loves Erika David sometimes thinks about being with other women, but David would feel bad cheating on her ,though David has often fantasized about swinging with another couple and watching another man fuck her while David is getting fucked. She on the other hand is very committed to him and has often said that she does not look at men in a sexual way, the way men look at women. With that David figured he'd never know the feeling of another woman's pussy on his dick, and would just have to get his kicks with videos and Internet porn. Then a few months ago all that changed. Erika works as a executive assistant for a company downtown and has been taking night classes to get her MBA at night and David works as a lab tech for a drug company so they don't get to spend much quality time with each other until the weekend. Then three months ago she came home later than usual and David was rather worried and started to go look for her, but before long she came walking in and said she was late because of and accident on the expressway. So with his worries lifted David kissed her good night, undressed and went to bed. Erika is a beautiful black woman, but not in the classical way with the high cheek bones and all that. She's about 5' 9",a match for his 6'2" stature, 133lbs all in the right places, large supple breasts with an equally impressive ass to match, and a slender waist that most women bitterly envy. Put that all together and Erika is built like a fucking brick house. Some say that's why David married her, but she's also very kind and loving and no man on earth could ask for more. A few minutes later she walked into the bedroom wearing nothing but a smile.Without a word she pulled back the covers and started to devour his dick, sucking and licking it like it was candy. David was in heaven, she knows David loves to watch her swallow his big black dick, and tonight she was rare form. As her head bobbed up and down on his dick David gave her ass some attention. She has the stereotypical black woman's ass, large round and Oh so soft, and she loves having it rubbed and squeezed and when David slipped his finger in her pussy he noticed that she was already dripping wet, so she must have been thinking about this all day, which got him even hornier, to think that his sweet little darling was thinking about gobbling his dick all day. After a minute or two of him finger fucking her David could feel her starting to get into it, backing her ass into his hand fucking her deeper and deeper until she exploded in a furious orgasm. The sound of her muffled cries as she continued to suck his dick sent him over the edge and David let his load go into her mouth and she swallowed it all like a sex starved fiend, but never once did she let his dick out of her mouth. But the night was not over yet with only a few seconds to recover she was back in the saddle again, literally, straddling his face she got in the 69 position and resumed giving him the best blow job ever, and with a wet dripping pussy in his face David was compelled to lick her pussy good, which David really didn't mind because David loves eating pussy. Within a few minutes she erupted into another orgasm and as David continued licking she continued to cum and cum until she jumped off his face saying "I need your dick in me now!" and without a word she sat on his hard cock and fucked him like no ones business, David couldn't believe how hot she was, she was like a nympho on speed, if not for the steady flow of pussy juice David's dick would have been burned from the friction. She fucked him like this for another 10 minutes before she was begging for the endgame wanting him to cum in her mouth again which was not hard because David was using every mental trick in the book to keep from cumming too soon, so with a few more strokes David moaned "I'M GONNA CUM" and she jumped off and lapped up the cum shooting from his dick like a volcano and continued to suck him long after the cum stopped. They lay there in silence resting, her nuzzling his crotch, him wondering what she had up her sleeve next, but she was all fucked out. As she repositioned herself to rest her head on his chest David told her "That was the best sex I ever had. I don't know what got into you, but I like it." then she just looked up at him and smiled this devilish little grin, told him she loved him ,kissed him goodnight and went to sleep. This was the first of many such nights to cum. The super freaky sex romps went on for a few weeks and everytime David would ask what brought on her freaky behavior she would just tell him that she's just trying to keep up with his nasty ways. David saw no harm in that so he thought nothing of it until a few nights later. Her brother, Kendell, had his car stolen, so until he got another car she would lend him her car. David would take her to work in the morning and Kendall would pick her up and take her to school in the afternoon and David would drive her home at night. This arrangement was fine until Wednesday. Everything was going fine except when David got to work, around noon their was a minor accident and the building had to be evacuated, figuring that his day was totally shot David played hookie and spent the day at the movies and just enjoying the day, but David didn't go home because if he did he would have gotten the message that his Erika was getting a ride home tonight so he would not have to pick her up from school, but since David didn't get that message David went straight from his day of fun to the school. When David got there their she was not waiting in her usual spot so he went to her class thinking maybe the class was running late, but there was no one in the class so David decided to check with her teacher, maybe they were having a meeting or something. David found the office, and David found Erika, on the floor naked in the 69 position sucking her teachers dick, and doing it well. David watched them through a small window in the door, he guessed they figured no one would be here so late and blocking the window would look suspicious. As David watched this 50ish year old white guy eat his wife's pussy as she sucked his dick his first instinct was to burst in there and go Blackie Chan on both of them, but as David watched them writhing and moaning on the floor David was shocked to find that he was slightly turned on as his growing hard on was showing. As David was watch his wife getting tongue fucked for what seemed like and eternity David found himself getting into it like he was watching one of his porno movies wondering how she was going to get fucked, but that was the odd thing they did not fuck. They licked and sucked on each other for a long time and David saw that his Erika came several times but after her teacher came in her mouth they just stopped and took it no further. she swallowed what ever cum oozed from his dick, but after that nothing. David figured that after a suck session like that they would be fucking like jackrabbit's, but they just rested for a while and then they started to put there clothes on. At this point David ducked down so they could not see him but he could still hear them, they didn't really say much and David was not sure what he expected to hear, maybe a plot to kill him or something. Though David did here Erika say "You better get me home now before my husband starts to worry again" to which her teacher said "Yeah, we would not want to make him suspicious, by keeping you out too late" hearing this David realized that her teacher was giving her a ride home and that David was not expected. So David eased him self away from the door and ran down the hall being as quiet as possible trying not to be heard, but trying harder not to get caught. David didn't want to tip his hand until he knew exactly what he was going to do, but right now what he needed to do was get home before she did and make it look like he was always there. David raced home as fast as he could and managed to get home in record time. When he got inside he saw the message on the answering machine and soon the pieces started to click into place. David undressed and sat in front of the T.V. like he had been there all night. A moment or two later Erika was home and he had to but on the best acting job of his life so as not to lead on that he knew anything. They exchanged hello kisses and she explained that she had a meeting with her teacher, some meeting huh? ,and had to stay late, and got a ride from a friend. Seeing as though it was pretty late David went to bed, but like the first time he went to bed and she came into the bedroom naked and horny. David could see and smell her pussy juice from across the room and that's when it hit him. She's only horny like this after a suck session with her teacher, so he grinned and gave her a look as if to say "Saddle up cowgirl, I'm gonna rock your world" and that's exactly what he did he pounded her pussy like a jackhammer. They fucked for the better part of an hour and when they were done David had shot a record of six loads into her now tender pussy. He was not sure if he was trying to punish her for cheating on him or whether he was trying to compete with her professor, but either way she was both none the wiser and very satisfied. After some quality time spent in afterglow David figured he would let Erika know that he saw her today. "Erika, honey I have to tell you something" David said. She turned and looked at him slightly sleepy but mostly worn out. "Can it wait until morning" She groaned "No "David said. "I know why you were late tonight". She immediately sprung to attention. "W...w...w...what do you mean?" she stammered. I mean I saw you with your teacher at school today. At this point fear dominated her being and he could see her trying to think of a way out of this. David paused for a moment and just looked at her, letting her fear build, he wasn't going to get violent but she didn't know that and it was kinda fun being able to cause such a reaction in someone. Then all of a sudden tears started to well up and she just burst out crying and babbling what he could only assume was some sort of apology, not being able to withstand the sight of a woman crying David leaned down and whispered in her ear "It's O.K. I'm not going to do anything to you. In fact I quite enjoyed the show you two put on." When what David said finally sank in she looked at him with a look that was a cross between relief and puzzlement. David figured she would need a bit more clarification. After she had composed herself he explained "Yes, at first I wanted to kill you both but after a while I began to enjoy the show, it's been a fantasy of mine to watch another man have sex with you and you just made a dream come true. Though I do have one question, after all the licking and sucking you two were doing why didn't you two fuck?" She took a moment to collect herself a little more, thought to herself and said "It's because of you." "Me!" David said "Yes you." she replied "Let me begin at the beginning" and at this point she regaled him of how she and Randell, who David only knew as Prof. Andersen, got together. You see Prof. Andersen is one of Erika's teachers , David sort of zones out when she talks about school, but anyway not only is he a teacher but also a department head which makes him and his class very important. Erika is very smart, but she seemed to be having problems understanding the work in his class and her grades showed it. So one night after class she went to his office to talk to him but got a bit more than she bargained for. She went to ask if she could make up her grade by doing an extra credit assignment and after a minute or two of contemplation the Prof. said "I don't really give extra credit work because it all boils down to more work for me in the end, but I do think there is a way for us to help each other." What is it" she said "I'll do just about anything to pass this class" and there was the magic word ANYTHING. Randell heard this and a grinch-like smile crossed his face and he stepped from behind his desk and stood in front of Erika and said "Erika I think you are a very attractive woman and I'm not ashamed to say that I don't leave the class some nights just so I can watch your nice round ass walk out....Oh I hate beating about the bush so I'm just going to get right to it. I will pass you if you come to his office once a week and suck my dick." Hearing this Erika went into a hissy fit as only a black woman can, but Randell just stayed calm and waited for her to finish how she would report him to the ethics board and a bunch of other people not to mention tell her husband who would come here and kick his ass. When she was done Randell said"...and what would that get you? Nothing. I have been chairman of this department for ten years I am well respected and I am on the Board Of Ethics. Even if you did file a complaint who knows how long it would take to get a hearing and even longer for a conviction, even if you did have proof. Besides after justice had been served you would have still failed this class, and lost your scholarship and have to start again at another college. Where as my solution would only require that you suck my dick and swallow a few loads from my dick, and if your thinking about telling my wife to get some sort of leverage? don't bother my wife and I are swingers so I don't think she'll mind me getting a little B.J. on the side." After that monologue Erika mulled over her choices and came to the conclusion that she didn't have a choice, so she swallowed her pride dropped to her knees ,unzipped his pants and swallowed Randell's cock. When she slid his cock passed her lips she felt so ashamed and all she could think about was how she would face her husband, and as her thoughts turned to David she remembered how he had been trying to get her to loosen up sexually and try new things. So with this knowledge to strengthen her she figured sucking dick for a grade would not be so bad and the thought of keeping this secret made her even hotter and she could feel her pussy start to get wet. That's when Randell noticed that he did not have to hold her head to his dick, she started sucking him faster and harder making that slurping noise all men love when they are getting their dick sucked and Randell was in heaven. Watching this young black woman suck his dick made him want to shot his load but he pulled his dick out of her mouth so he wouldn't cum so soon. When he pulled out Erika took this opportunity to make her self comfortable, sucking his dick made her hot and sweaty and she did not want to go home smelling like sweat, so she stood up and stripped down to her caramel colored birthday suit. The sight of this naked Nubian queen in front of him was like a dream come true. With all her clothes removed Erika was a lot more comfortable and since it looked like she was going to be here a while she made Randell comfortable by sitting him down in his chair and removed his pants so that he could spread his legs easier. Now that they were more relaxed Erika went back to work on his dick sucking and slurping just like before jerking his dick with one hand and playing with her wet pussy with her other hand, this went on for a good 20 min. making herself cum several times in the course of the night. Finally when Randell couldn't take anymore he held her head to his cock and shot a massive load of cum down her throat and like a good girl she swallowed every drop and held his dick in her mouth until it resumed it's original size. When they were done then started to put there clothes back on but before Erika could put her panties on Randell told her to stop and sit in the chair for a minute. She did as she was told, Randell took the panties from her hand and wiped up the remaining pussy juice oozing from her pussy and then he put it to his face and inhaled the sweet scent of her pussy. Totally intoxicated by the aroma he stood up and put the panties in his pocket, looked at her and said "I'd like to keep a little momento for my collection and I think my wife will enjoy your scent as well" As they got dressed, Erika without her panties, she asked "So am I going to pass the class now?" Randell looked at her smiled and said "Well there are only a few more weeks left in the semester and I think that if we got together like this once a week till the end of the semester you should pass his class with flying colors, what do you think?" Erika weighed her options and figured in for a penny...and agreed to Randell's offer. Feeling a combination of guilt and horniness Erika drove home and gave David the fuck of his life hoping that he'd never know what she was doing and also to help calm her guilty mind. "O.K. now that all the cards are on the table how do we handle this, do I stop sucking Randell's dick or what?" "No. You have a class tomorrow right? So when you see him ask if he and his wife would like to have us over for a little suckin' and fuckin' this weekend?." "What do you mean suckin' and fuckin'" "I mean you were getting off sucking this guys dick for weeks and obviously liking it so I think it's time for me to have some fun, don't you think?" She thought about it for a while and by all rights David could ask for the moon seeing as though she was cheating on him. So she agreed that David did have a valid point and went along with the idea of having an foursome. "But that does not let you off the hook though " David said " you still have to be punished some how" "Punished!" she squealed "How?" "I'm not sure what I'll do" David said with a grin", but I'll think of something . Now that everything had been explained they both went to sleep because by now it was almost 2am and they both have to work in the morning. The next morning they went about our normal routine they went to work as usually, but in the back of their minds they were both very excited at the prospect of having a foursome with another married couple, finally evening came and as David watched the clock waiting for Erika to come home, David could only imagine how hot the sex is going to be when they meet Randell's wife, just as David was starting to get a hard-on just thinking about it Erika walks in. David walks over to her, trying to hide his growing excitement, kissed her and asked "Well, what did he say?" "Gimme a minute" she said removing her coat and shoes. "He said he'll talk to his wife and call us tonight, but he thinks she'll go for it. I gave him that picture of you to show her who she'll be fucking. So this time tomorrow we should both be getting fucked like nobody's business." So now all that was left was to wait for the call, so they settled in for a little Friday night television and take out Chinese food and around 9:30 the phone rings, it's Randell "Hi" he says "you must be Erika's husband David?" "Yes" David replied " And you must be Randell, so what did your wife say?" "She's fine with it, in fact she can't wait to meet you, Erika tells me that you fuck like a mad man and my wife needs a good pussy pounding" "Well I can't wait either, it's been a fantasy to watch another man fuck my wife while I get a blow job." "Well I think my wife can handle that request and a lot more if you know what I mean?" "Yes, I do. So when can they get together?" Extra Credit "Well as it happens they are having a poolside Bar-B-Q tomorrow afternoon so you two can come for the party and then afterwards they can have a party of our own. Does that sound good to you?" "Sounds great. What time should they be there?" "Anytime after 1:00, Erika has the directions, so I'll see you guys tomorrow. O.K." "Alright" David hung up the phone and looked to Erika and said "Randell said to be at his house after 1pm, he's having a pool party and that you had the directions" "Yeah, he lives in a big house in the suburbs, it should take us about 45 minutes to get there" "Cool, well all this plotting and planning has got me beat. I'm gonna take a bath and then hit the hay, you wanna join me" "Sure a nice hot bath sounds great right about now." The next Morning they awoke like kids on Christmas morning, luckily it was Saturday and they got to sleep in a little, but David still woke up to watch some Saturday Morning cartoons and eat breakfast. Erika woke up around 11am and around 12:00 they showered, dressed for the party and packed anything they would need for our weekend stay at the Andersen's. It was 1:00 by the time they hit the road and 2:15 before they arrived fashionably late. They were met at the front door by Randell and who David assumed were his wife and teenage daughter. "Erika!" Randell said "I'm so glad you made it I was beginning to think you weren't coming" "No, we're just fashionably late. This must be your wife" "Yes, this is my wife Jessica and my daughter Candice, and you must be David" extending his hand. After the introductions were done they all went into the house to join the party. As they walked through a very big house toward the back yard David got a good look at Jessica's and Candice's ass, both of which were very nice. Jessica was a strikingly beautiful woman of about 40 with incredible skin so she had to be older that she looked. She was about 5' 5" with shoulder length dark hair, size 38C breasts which appeared firm and tone, the result of many hours of exercise no doubt, a slender waist befitting a woman of her height and weight, and long gorgeous legs. If it weren't for the other party goers he'd have fucked her right there on the front steps. Candice on the other hand looked like any other teenage girl. Slightly taller than her mother ,but not by much standing about 5' 8", long black hair down the middle of her back, bouncy tits that are no more that a B cup, and strong athletic legs which were well tanned. Except for the stunning blue eyes that they shared you would be hard pressed to see any family resemblance between them. The party was great and ,the people they funny and friendly and they felt very welcome, even thought they were the only black people there they did not feel like the token blacks. Randell's daughter Candice ,or Candi as she likes to be called, made them feel the most welcome. Playing with Erika and David like they were new toys, which David guessed because there were no kids her age there for her to play with, when David asked how come none of her friends where here she told him that her parents said that this was a party for their friends and she could have a party next weekend, and she was going out tonight anyway. That also answered the question of where she was going to be when her parents have sex with us later tonight. As the night progressed some of the guest left for the night, leaving the other guests to relax and enjoyed the night air, or hold little discussions about this and that, but Erika and David just played a little cards, until David saw that Candi was sitting alone on a deck chair looking as bored as a plank of wood. So David went over to be a little company, "Hey how ya doin' Candi?" "I'm fine just sitting here thinking" "Thinking about what?" "Thinking about how long before my parent's send me to a friends house so you guys can fuck?" This caught him totally off guard and by the look on his face she knew this, David couldn't think of anything to say so David just came clean and asked her how she knew? "It was fairly simple, though I didn't know my mom and dad were swingers until a few months ago when I got home early . When I got home I could hear my mom moaning so I just figured my parents were having sex and forgot to close the door again, but as I was walking down to my room I heard my dad say 'Yeah fuck my wife, fuck her good. yeah cum in her mouth'. So I got curious and peeked in their room and saw my mom sucking the cum from some guy's dick and my dad video taping them. When I got over the initial shock and looked in again I realized that I had seen that guy earlier this week and then I recalled seeing other people who I thought were just friends coming to the house, but after what I just saw I wasn't sure of anything anymore. So when I saw you and your wife I figured you were swingers too, since I have never seen any black people come to the house, and earlier today I saw my dad with his hand on your wife's ass. It was then that I figured you were either swingers or your wife is cheating on you, but you are to nice a guy to be cheated on so you had to be swingers." "Well I must say that I am impressed with your powers of deduction." David said "So knowing what you know do you still think I'm a nice guy?" She took a moment to think, looked him over and said "Yeah your still a nice guy, but I still don't get why you would let my dad fuck your wife and why my dad would let you fuck my mom" "Well you could talk to them about it?" "Are you nuts? What would I say 'Dad why do you let men cum all over my mom?'" "That's a start." "Maybe but they never talk to me that much anyway, they probably would just say that I'm too young to understand?" "Well if you want I think I have a way to make them talk to you." "How?" "Well if you were to walk in on us while we are having sex tonight you would catch them off guard and they would have to talk to you." "Sure it's a nice plan, but I'm suppose to be at my friends house in about an hour." "O.K. here's the plan. You call your friend and tell her that you can't come over because your parents are taking you with them when they go out, then you tell your mom that your friend is having car trouble so your going to drive over there instead. I'll make a run to the liquor store and we'll meet there then you'll follow me back to the house ,you'll hide your car at the end of the driveway out of sight. After I go in wait about 20 minutes until we go upstairs then you sneak in and wait in your room and when the time is right I'll come get you and take you to your parents room where they should be sexually satisfied and vulnerable. Well what do you think?" "Sounds good. let's do it, though I am a bit nervous," "Don't worry I'll be right there, and you've got nothing to lose here, what are they going to do disown you because you saw them having sex with another couple?" "I guess your right." With that said and done they put their plan into motion. Everything went off without a hitch and within an hour Candi waiting outside until they had all gone up stairs. When David went inside he found all the other guests gone and Randell, and Jessica were in the den showing Erika tapes of the other couples that they had had sex with. David could see that Erika was enjoying what she was watching, through her bathing suit he could see her nipples were hard and her eyes were glued to the T.V. "So what are we watching?" David said breaking the silence in the room. "Oh your back" Randell said "We were just showing Erika some of the other couples we've had, letting her see what they have in store for her. So did you drop Candice off O.K.?" "No sweat I found the place just fine. So are we going to do this here or do you have a special orgy room?" "We can do it in the bedroom" said Jessica "Randell already has the video camera set-up" "Cool, but do you mine if I use my camera too? I want to remember this night forever" "Sure I have no problem with that" Randell said "Let's get your gear and set it up and Jessica show Erika to the bedroom and make her comfortable." So Randell and David went to get his stuff and when they got to the bedroom David saw the sexiest thing ever. Erika and Jessica were naked on the bed watching another tape and masturbating with dildos. David thought to himself "To watch my own wife fuck herself was hot enough but to see her do it sitting next to another woman is almost too much for me to handle" and his brain temporarily shut down as he enjoyed the show that their wives were putting on. After David regained his composure he set up his camera and tripod, then Randell and David stripped naked as well and started the show. Randell and David stood at the foot of the bed and the girls were all over their dicks kissing and sucking them, but then David stopped and pulled his dick our of Erika's mouth and said "I want to watch you suck Randell off" "O.K. baby" and with that said she went over and swallowed Randell's cock. David took his camera off it's tripod and got a close up shot of his Erika sucking his dick. Not wanting to be left out Jessica began fondling and stroking David's dick and it felt good, a little too good and David didn't want to cum yet so he told Jessica to help Erika out, so Jessica went over and licked and slurped Randell's dick. This was a lovely sight, his ebony queen sucking this white mans dick, but Erika was sucking his dick like a pro which left not much for Jessica to do so she amused herself by playing with Erika's pussy, now Erika has never expressed any bisexual feelings but she seemed to enjoy having a woman finger fuck her and when Jessica knelt down and licked her pussy she started to cum almost immediately. David could not believe what he was seeing his sweet Erika was having her pussy eaten by another woman while giving head he almost came just looking at it, but Randell could not hold it in any longer and he shot his load into Erika's eager mouth, but before she could swallow it Jessica held her mouth open under Erika's and she let some cum dribble from her mouth into Jessica's mouth and then they both licked there lips and swallowed. "I guess it's my turn to suck you off David" Jessica said as she saunter over to him. She took his camera away and gave it to Randell ,who was more than happy to film his wife going down on him, then she fell to her knees and swallow his dick. As David looked down Jessica was sucking his dick and stroking it with one hand while she played with her pussy with the other, That's when David looked to his wife and said " Hey Erika one good lick deserves another, don't you think?" she didn't catch on at first but when Jessica opened her legs to expose and expertly shaven pussy, she got the idea and said "Yes, David think it does" and she walked over and started eating Jessica's pussy, soft and sweetly at first but when she got into it she was licking and tongue fucking her pussy like she had always eaten pussy. The sound of Jessica sucking and slurping on his dick was great and combined with the sound of his wife eating her pussy was too much and David moaned "I'M GONNA CUM" and proceed to empty his dick into Jessica's mouth and like Jessica did Erika held her mouth under hers and let the cum fall into her mouth and with a big gulp the both swallowed. Seeing this Randell got a hard on again and was ready to fuck Erika's black pussy. So he sat at the head of the bed and David at the foot so they could watch each other fuck the other man's wife. Watching Erika lower herself onto his white dick got him hard again in no time, while David was watching Erika he was watching Jessica ride his black pony like a champ. Pretty soon the room was filled with the sounds of pleasure and the sound had to have been heard down the hall by Candi who was working herself into a sexual frenzy as well. It had been about an hour since she got home and the sounds of her parents sucking and fucking down the hall took it's toll on her and soon her panties were on the floor and she was fucking herself with one of her mothers many dildos and was about to make herself cum again to thought of what was going on in her parents room and with what the night may bring. The thought of her dad or David fucking her tight pussy or eating her moms cum filled pussy was too much for her and she had to make herself cum again. Back in the master bedroom things were still hot and heavy, they had now switched positions so that Erika was getting fucked in the ass by Randell while Jessica ate her pussy as David fucked her from behind after sucking on Erika's pussy juice the women traded places and Jessica took it up the ass by her husband while Erika ate her pussy. Pretty soon they started to tire and wear down, but when they were done they were covered in so much sweat, cum and pussy juice that the room smelled like a cheap whorehouse and they all loved it. After a few minutes rest David got up and said "I have a little surprise for you" looking at Jessica and Randell. Not putting on any clothes he left the room and walked down the hall he opened the door to Candi's room to find her asleep on the bed naked with a vibrator laying next to her. David walked to her bedside and awoke her with a kiss on the cheek and said "It's show time honey are you ready?" with a groggy look on her face she shook her head yes and the two of them walked down the hall to her parents room. When they got to the bedroom David stood in the doorway and said "Are you ready for your surprise?" Jessica and Randell looked at each other in puzzlement and said "Yeah we're ready." With that said David took one step sideways to show Randell and Jessica there daughter completely naked standing in there doorway. The sight of her was a total surprise to everyone it took her parents a few minutes to get themselves together before asking " What the hell is going on?" Candice still being shy about the situation said nothing so David stepped in saying "Well Candice has known about you two for a while now and she just wanted to talk to you about it but she felt that she couldn't get your attention because she was just a young girl so we came up with this plan to catch you when you would least expect it and then you would have to talk to her. Jessica took a minute to think about what David said and asked "Is this true Candice?" "Yes, mother it's true. I found out about a month ago when I found your video tapes in the back of your closet and ever since then I wanted to talk to you about it but you were always too busy or it was not the right time or I was to scared to bring it up." OH, honey you should never be afraid to talk to us about anything" Randell said "Now come here and they can talk about what ever you want." If not for the fact that they were all naked this could have been a HallMark moment. Candi walked her very sexy naked teenage self over to her parents bed and climbed in between them like the little girl she was. At this point David said to Erika "Why don't they leave them alone to talk, how about a nice midnight swim?" "sounds good" she said and the two of them walked downstairs to the back yard and enjoyed the warm night air and the cool pool water . Meanwhile back in the master bedroom Candice and her parents had settled in to have a nice conversation about her parents swinging. "So what is it you wanted to ask us dear" said Jessica to Candice "Well mom" replied Candice " I really just want to know why you do it? don't you love dad anymore?" "Love has nothing to do with it sweetheart" Started Jessica "My love for your father and you will never change, but as you get older you feel the need to 'PLAY' with other people but that does not mean that your father and I don't love each other anymore. Do you understand?" "Yes, I think so" Candice replied "So do you think I can play too now that I know everything?" "Well I don't know, don't you think you area little young to be having sex?" her dad said "Come dad I have been masturbating all night about what was going on in here, I think I can handle it" Then her mother chimed in " I think it's time for her to learn about sex and who better to teach her than us?" "Well I don't see why not baby" Her dad replied "I don't think anyone could say no to such a sexy young thing like yourself, but you can't go telling anyone one about our PLAYTIME O.K. sweetie" "yes, Dad" Candice said and then he proceeded to rub her already wet pussy while her mother suckled her budding teenage breasts. Candice just closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of there mouths all over her and thought to herself "I have the coolest parents." As that was going on in the house David and Erika were having a nice conversation about the events that lead up to this evening. "So did you have a good time tonight?" David began. "Yes David had a wonderful time dear" Erika said " they should do this again" "O.K. said David "but this time no secrets, deal?" "DEAL" said Erika. * * * * * I would like any and all feedback on this story weather it is good or bad. I have other stories in the works and would love suggestions of stories ideas involving people of color. Extra Credit As Professor Zimmerman wove his way between the desks of my College Algebra class, handing back the first real test I had taken since I started at the university, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach turning into anxiety, then fear, and finally outright panic. I knew I shouldn’t have partied so hard the night before the exam. Taking that test with a hangover and less than three hours’ sleep was one of the worst decisions I had made in my 18 and a half years, especially considering that I was horrible at math to begin with. If I failed this class, I would lose my scholarship and be sent home, and probably have to get a job somewhere mopping floors or selling french fries for the rest of my life. I silently crossed my fingers beneath the desk as Professor Zimmerman’s footsteps came to a halt in front of me. I glanced up at his face hopefully, but he just shook his head and handed me my test, an imposing red F stamped in the corner. I stared at the back of his head as he walked away, wondering how the hell I would explain this to my folks. During the rest of the class, I examined my options. I needed at least a B to keep my scholarship. How could I bring up my grade? I looked again at the score on my test. A 3. I made a 3. My heart sank even lower in my chest as I realized that even if I made an A on the other three tests, I would still finish the semester with a C. My only choice was to approach Professor Zimmerman after class and ask him to allow me to retake the test. But the problem with that was I didn’t know the material in the first place! I bit my lip and tried not to cry as I watched my teacher work out a problem on the board. He looked so serious and... attractive. The thought surprised me. I had never really considered my teacher as a man before, but looking at the way his muscles moved beneath his shirt and his hair fell lightly across his forehead suddenly made me wish to see him naked. I shook my head and tried to focus on the problem at hand. Maybe there was some kind of extra credit I could do? I could go to his office as soon as class was over and beg him to have mercy on me. I would even get down on my knees if I had to... The image of myself on my knees in front of Professor Zimmerman startled me. What was I thinking? I pictured myself slowly unbuckling his belt, and I felt a slight tingling sensation creeping down my body. I shook my head again and scolded myself for even thinking that way. Surely a respected, serious math teacher would never entertain the notion of a sexual encounter with one of his students! I crossed my legs and squeezed them together tightly. But maybe... I remembered my roommate Beth, who was a year older than I was, explaining to me how she’d made an A in her sociology class. “Piece of cake,” she’d said nonchalantly. “I went down on the guy once. That was all it took, and the little fucker was eating out of my hand. He was so scared I’d scream sexual harassment that he didn’t even make me take the final.” I bit my lip again and stared at Professor Zimmerman. The longer I looked, the more handsome he became. He was about 35 years old, with dark brown hair and green eyes. He looked like he was in very good shape, and the way his dark grey pants hugged his ass so perfectly almost made me drool. He wasn’t wearing a wedding band. Did that mean he was single? Even if he were single, would this man compromise his career and his teaching integrity just for one little blow job? Probably not. He seemed so intense as he lectured about imaginary numbers. What exactly would I have to do for an A? If not one blow job, how many? Would I have to have sex with him? What was I willing to go through with? As I watched Professor Zimmerman, I realized my answer: a lot. When class was dismissed, all the students made a bee-line for the door except for me. I had planned to stay after class to talk with my teacher, but I took a little too long gathering my books together, and by the time I looked back up, he was already gone. His office was just a few doors down from the classroom, and as I walked slowly toward it, I felt my heart beating faster. Was I really about to do this? I stopped just outside the door and took a deep breath. Glancing down, I quickly unbuttoned the next button on my blouse and then knocked quietly on the door before I had a chance to change my mind. A moment later, I heard his voice louder than I expected it. “Enter,” he said. It sounded more like a command than an invitation. I swallowed hard and pushed the door open. Professor Zimmerman was seated behind his large oak desk in a straight-backed wooden chair. His cool green eyes were trained on my face as I stood nervously in the doorway, my hand still gripping the handle. We just looked at each other. My throat was suddenly too tight to speak. I realized right away that I had absolutely no idea how to proposition him. He raised his eyebrow at me, and I looked down at the floor. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I closed my mouth, then opened it again, hoping for better luck the second time. Nothing. “Yes?” he said. I bit my bottom lip and gave him a pleading look. He just looked at me a while longer, and finally motioned for me to close the door. “Sit,” he said. I sat down in one of the two wooden chairs that faced his desk. The chair squeaked. “Now. What is it that you are here for, Ms. Clearwater?” he asked. I sat there turning red as I tried to think of something to say. He spoke again. “Perhaps you are here regarding your test grade? A 3, if I remember correctly.” His stare never wavered. “Um,” I said. “Yeah. Yes. I’m here because of my test grade.” I clutched my books tightly in my lap with one hand, while the other came up to play with my necklace. “I was wondering... ah... if there was maybe something... I could do, you know, to fix it.” I lowered my eyes nervously. Would he pick up on the implied meaning of that statement? “I don’t give retakes,” he said bluntly. I nodded, and tried again. “I was thinking something more like... extra credit,” I said. “Is there something extra I could maybe do... for you...?” I started to blush and fidget in the hard seat. He tilted his head to one side as he continued to study me without blinking. “Extra credit,” he repeated. His voice sounded amused. “Did you have something in mind?” I swallowed as I felt the blush spreading over my cheeks. “I was thinking... I could... well we could... I mean, if you wanted me to, I would... umm...” “You would what?” he asked. There was definitely a smile in his voice. “You know...” I said. I twisted my fingers in my lap helplessly. “Say it,” he said coolly. “I need an A,” I blurted out. “I would do anything.” I gave him a meaningful look. “Anything,” I said again. “Ms. Clearwater,” he said, “are you offering me sex?” I didn’t expect him to say it outright. It was almost a shock to hear what I was doing put into words. I hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded. “Yes,” I said resolutely. “I am offering you... sex.” I braced myself for his refusal. He leaned back in his chair thoughtfully. He wasn’t smiling, but there was an unmistakable smirk in his eyes. Finally, he said, “Ms. Clearwater, I think I am a reasonable man.” I nodded, and he went on, “How much money do you think a reasonable man would take in exchange for an A in the class?” I shook my head. “But I don’t have any mon-” “Just think about it,” he interrupted. I thought about it. I had no idea. “I wouldn’t take anything less than $3,000,” he said. My mouth dropped open. “Now, I know you’re not offering money.” He allowed his eyes to fall briefly to my chest, and I automatically shifted so that my shirt opened up a little more. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He asked, “Are you willing to give me $3,000 worth of... extra credit, in return for an A?” I stared at him, dumbfounded. What exactly was $3,000 worth of sex? He answered as if I had asked the question out loud. “Ms. Clearwater, I can go downtown and pick up a hooker easily for 50 bucks. For $3,000, I could get 60 hookers, and those women do everything you can think of. What I need you to tell me is this: Are you worth the price of 60 hookers, and can you please me as well as they could? My mind was reeling. If I had thought I could get away with taking a couple shots in the mouth, I was sorely mistaken. In my shock, my books slid off my lap with a loud thud. I quickly bent down to get them. “Leave them,” he said. “And answer me.” My entire body was trembling as I sat up. Sixty hookers... my god... I’d only had sex a few times, and only with drunken, fumbling teenage boys who were far below average in the equipment department. Was I ready to be this man’s prostitute? I didn’t even know his first name! But he was so handsome... just the cool stare that he was giving me was enough to start the wetness seeping into my panties. I squirmed. “What exactly... would I have to do?” I asked. “Anything I told you to do,” he answered. “For the rest of the semester.” He paused. “Of course you would still come to every class, and you would still take the other tests. That way if you decided at any point that you wanted to end your ‘extra credit,’ I could still give you a proper grade for your efforts. However low it might be.” Here he gave me a look that could almost be construed as teasing. “If these terms sound unacceptable to you, you may withdraw your offer now. Keep in mind that when I say anything I tell you, I do mean anything.” I didn’t say anything for a few seconds. I thought about the look on my mother’s face if she could see me offering myself to this man. Then I thought about the look on her face if she found out that I would be kicked out of school for failing math. I took a deep breath and finally nodded. “Okay,” I whispered. Professor Zimmerman nodded too. “Stand up,” he said. I stood up and dropped my hands to my sides. “Take off your shirt.” I reached up and slowly began unbuttoning the remaining buttons on my blouse. “Look at me while you do it,” he said. My eyes met his as I pulled my shirt open, then shrugged it off my shoulders. It fell to the floor, and I was standing there in my bra and jeans. My chest began to rise and fall more quickly as I got more nervous. “Now your bra,” he commanded. He was still sitting calmly behind the big desk, his hands resting on top. His expression could have been chiseled in stone. I swallowed and continued to look him in the eye as I reached behind my back and unhooked the flimsy purple bra. I slid it down my arms and dropped it on top of my shirt. I put my shoulders back as I stood in front of him, my young breasts bared for his gaze. My nipples had hardened as soon as they touched the air. “Good,” he said simply. “Now here are the rules. From now on you will address me only as Sir. You will respond to your first name, or anything else I choose to call you. By the way, what is your first name?” “Jenny,” I said quietly. He nodded. “You will not wear a bra. You will only wear skirts, and none should come to your knees or below. Do you understand me?” I nodded. “Another thing, when I ask you a question, you will respond verbally. Do you understand that?” “Yes,” I said. “Yes what?” “Yes Sir, I understand.” I lowered my eyes as I said this. “You will always look me in the eye, unless I tell you otherwise. You will report to my house every Friday night at 7 PM exactly, and any other time I tell you. Now repeat back everything I just said to you.” I repeated the rules to him quietly while looking into his eyes. My hands were shaking visibly. He nodded. “Now show me the rest of what I’m getting,” he said. I slipped out of my sandals and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I pushed them down over my hips and stepped out of them. Then I hesitated. He gave me a questioning look. “Is the door locked?” I asked. “No,” he said. “Remove your panties.” I took a deep breath and started to push my bikini-cut purple satin panties down. They slid over my thighs and dropped noiselessly to the floor. I stepped out of them. “Come over here,” he said. I walked around the desk and stood next to him. Being so close to my teacher and completely naked made me feel naughty in a way I had never felt before. I felt like a little girl beside this man who was so obviously in control. When I realized that it was really turning me on, I felt ashamed, but it didn’t make me want him any less. He reached out a hand and gently stroked my short, light brown pubic hair. There wasn’t very much, but he said, “The first thing I want you to do when you get home is shave this.” I nodded, then said, “Yes Sir,” and he smiled for the first time since we began talking. “Turn around,” he said. I turned and faced away from him. “Spread your legs a little bit - not too much.” I did as he said, standing with my feet slightly more than shoulder-width apart. “Now I want you to bend over and use your hands to spread yourself out for me. I want to get a really good look at what’s mine now.” I blushed hard as I bent over. Reaching my hands behind me, I placed my fingers right at the edge of my pussy lips and slowly pulled them apart. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. I knew that from his vantage point, my teacher could tell how turned on I was by the wetness slowly leaking out. He was so close I could feel his breath on my skin. Embarrassing isn’t even the word for it. After what seemed like ages, he finally told me to stand up. He hadn’t touched me again, and I was surprised to find how disappointed I was. He told me to get dressed. I started to put my panties back on, but he stopped me, saying, “I’ll take those,” and put them in one of his desk drawers. I put my jeans and shirt and sandals back on, remembering not to wear my bra. I tucked it into my purse and gathered my books together. Not sure if I should leave or not, I stood there waiting for him to tell me what to do next. After several minutes, he looked up from a stack of papers he had taken out of his desk and smiled at me again. He had a smile that could melt glass. I was immediately thrilled that I had made him smile twice in one day. I smiled shyly back at him. “You may go now,” he said. “I’ll see you in about 4 hours.” I gave him a puzzled look. Four hours? And then I remembered - today was Friday. I was to be at his house at 7. I nodded and backed towards the door. “And remember the rules,” he said. “Yes Sir.” I shut the door quietly behind me. *** I arrived at Professor Zimmerman’s house at 6:58. After leaving his office, I had walked all the way across campus back to my dorm wearing jeans and no underwear, and the thick seam right at the crotch of the jeans had definitely given me something to think about on the way there. When I arrived at my dorm, I took a shower and shaved my pubic hair off, just as he had requested. I’d planned to masturbate when I got back to my room, but my roommate had picked this Friday as the one Friday of her life to stay in, so I didn’t have a chance, leaving me really horny as I got ready to go to Professor Zimmerman’s house. I chose a red, low-cut top and a pleated black skirt to wear. The skirt came to about mid-thigh. I wore french-cut black panties, black MaryJanes, and no bra. The outfit was very sexy, maybe a little too sexy, but I didn’t expect to be wearing it for long. At 7:00 exactly, I rang the doorbell. When no one answered, I began to wonder if I had gotten the right house, but the address on my syllabus matched this one. I looked down at the doorknob, wondering whether I should try it, when I noticed a small sticky note directly beneath it that said, “Come in. Do NOT ring the doorbell.” My eyes widened as I realized I had already done something wrong. I sheepishly turned the knob and let myself in. Inside, the house was dark except for a small lamp aimed at a spot on the wall near eye-level. It was highlighting another sticky note. This one said, “Kneel.” I nervously got down on my knees facing the wall, and I came face to face with another note. This last note told me how to use the objects on the floor, and to do so immediately. I looked down at the floor and noticed three items. A scarf, a pair of handcuffs, and... the last thing was unfamiliar to me. It was a thin metal bar in the shape of the letter J, with a round metal ball on each end, about an inch in diameter. I had never seen one of these before, but the note gave explicit directions on how to use it. I looked around to make sure there was no one in the room or spying on me from a doorway, but the darkness made it hard to see clearly. Assuming no one was around, I flipped my skirt up and pushed my black panties down to my knees. Taking the J-shaped object, I gingerly touched it against my pink slit and shivered. It was cold. I ran it between my dampening cunt lips a few times to make sure both metal balls got good and wet, and then I slowly began to push the longer end into my pussy. After a couple of inches, I felt the other metal ball touch my asshole. I swallowed and continued to push on the curve of the object until it was against my skin, and both metal balls were buried inside me. I let out a long sigh. It actually didn’t feel too bad. I squirmed around a little and decided embarrassedly that I kind of liked it. My fingers had gotten wet from touching myself down there, so after looking around again to make sure no one could see me, I licked them clean. That’s something that I had been doing since I was a little girl, but it isn’t the kind of thing you talk about, so I wasn’t sure if it was normal. Then I pulled my panties back up and flipped my skirt down again. I picked up the scarf and read the directions again carefully. Placing the scarf over my eyes, I tied it in a bow behind my head. Then I felt around on the floor for the handcuffs. Finding them, I cuffed one hand, then put my arms behind my back and cuffed the other one. Then I waited. Finally, I heard footsteps. A chill went through my body as I thought about how I had willingly restrained myself to be used by this man. I heard a soft thud right behind me, as though something heavy had been placed on the carpet, and suddenly there were strong hands on my body, urging me to stand up. I got shakily to my feet and faced him, trying desperately to see through the scarf, although I knew I couldn’t. I felt the scarf being checked, then the handcuffs, to see if I had followed the instructions properly. Next I felt myself being pulled forward; I felt him sit down. I was positioned beside him, and a hand on my back told me to lie over his lap. I bent forward over him, and he wrapped an arm around me to keep me from falling off. I focused on trying to breathe normally. I could smell his cologne. He smelled so good. Suddenly I felt a warm hand on my thigh. It slid up underneath my skirt, leaving a trail of goose bumps on my skin. The hand slid over my ass and flipped my skirt up, revealing my panties. I swallowed hard and tried to stay completely still as his hand trailed back over my butt, rubbing the silky material against me. Then I felt fingers tucked into the waistband of my panties, gently working them down and off my ass, leaving them around my knees. The whole thing was so erotic that I couldn’t help but get even wetter. I felt his fingers spread my smooth lips apart and then tap on the metal bend that was showing. I started giving myself over to the sexiness of it all, when suddenly I felt a hard WHACK against my upturned ass. I gasped in surprise, and the first slap was followed by a second, then a third. I gasped after each one, accidentally humping against his thigh to try to escape the blows. After six, he stopped. The sting in my rear was incredible, and I was shocked and confused. I hadn’t been spanked since I was a little girl! His hand began to make slow circles against my hot, tingling skin, massaging my asscheeks in a way that seemed almost tender. Extra Credit “You know what that was for, don’t you?” he asked quietly but sternly, the first words he had spoken. I shook my head. He paused, then slapped my butt once on each cheek again, hard. My body jerked involuntarily against his, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. “Those two were for not answering me out loud,” he explained, quietly rubbing my my butt again. His touch felt good, and I could feel my body responding to the way he was caressing me. Despite my sore bottom, my nipples were already hard, and I was wetter after the spanking than before. “Now,” he said, “do you know what the first six were for?” “N-no Sir,” I said. “You didn’t follow my directions on the door,” he said. He patted my bottom lightly, then pulled my panties up and flipped my skirt back down. “Up,” he said, sounding a little more cheerful than I liked. I got to my feet with a little help from him, and stood there with weak knees while he walked away, then came back. “We’re going out,” he announced. *** The car ride was a little awkward, I felt, but he didn’t seem to notice. Of course, I couldn’t see him because I was still blindfolded. He had led me out to the car, still handcuffed, opened my door, helped me sit down, and buckled my seatbelt for me. Then he came around and got in, and we drove. I was scared at first that someone from the university would see us, but I realized after several minutes that we were going someplace far enough away that no one would know who we were. During the ride, I felt his hand on my knee, then on my thigh, and I spread my legs a little to allow his fingers to continue their journey north. I got more and more turned on as I felt his hand slide slowly higher, but just as I thought he would touch my clit, he took his hand away, and we made two right turns and stopped. He got out of the car first, obviously, and then he opened my door and unhooked my seatbelt, helping me stand up. He stood very close to me and put his mouth next to my ear. Quietly, he explained that just because we were in public and other people could see us didn’t mean that I could act like I didn’t belong to him. “Do you understand me?” he asked. “Yes Sir, I understand,” I said. I was anxious to see where we were. He turned me around and unlocked the handcuffs, gently rubbing my wrists where they were chaffed. Then he turned me to face him again and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me hard, as if to demonstrate that he was in charge. I automatically put my arms around him and kissed him back, which I think surprised him, but he allowed my tongue to explore his mouth for a few seconds before he pulled away. Then he reached behind my head with one hand and tugged on the bow of the scarf, letting it fall away from my eyes. His face was the first thing I looked at, and there were traces of a smile there. As curious as I was to see where we had ended up, I had a hard time looking away from Professor Zimmerman’s body. He wore black shoes, black slacks, a black belt, and a black button-down shirt tucked in with the first button undone. He looked stylish, sexy, and serious all at once, and I was eagerly anticipating seeing him without his clothes. All the black really made his green eyes stand out, and I was startled at how intense he looked. Just knowing that I had to obey his every command made me both apprehensive and horny. He offered me his arm, and I took it as we walked from the parking lot. I finally noticed that we were at a nice-looking restaurant. He had a reservation, so we were seated immediately. We sat facing each other in a small booth near the corner of the restaurant, which was very busy since it was Friday night. “What city are we in?” I asked, knowing that it couldn’t be the same town as the university. “Speak when spoken to,” he said curtly. I blushed and studied my menu. Our waiter came and took our drink orders and then left again. Soon after as he walked away, Professor Zimmerman pointed to a place on the table and said casually, “I want your panties right here in the next three minutes.” Then he went back to looking at his menu. My eyes widened. Was he serious? One look at his straight face as he read the menu was enough to tell me he was. I glanced around the restaurant to see if anyone was looking, then tentatively began to raise my skirt up my thighs. When I was absolutely sure no one’s eyes were pointed in our direction, I hooked my fingers around my panties and quickly pulled them down to my knees. Just then, our waiter returned with the drinks. I was mortified! But I thought maybe he didn’t notice, as my legs were mostly hidden beneath the table. I calmly accepted my drink and smiled charmingly at the waiter, who looked about my age. Just when I thought I was in the clear, Professor Zimmerman “accidentally” dropped his napkin on the floor. Of course the waiter bent down to get it... and came face to face with my panties wrapped around my knees. I could have died. The waiter straightened slowly, staring at me. I could feel my face turning bright red as he placed the cloth napkin back on the table. I bit my lip and looked away from him, too embarrassed to try to come up with an excuse. After a full minute, Professor Zimmerman dismissed the waiter with a polite thank you. As soon as the waiter was gone, he gestured for me to continue. I took a deep breath and pushed my panties the rest of the way down and slipped one foot out, catching them around the other ankle. I used my hand to get them from my ankle and proceeded to fold the black silk as small as I could make it before placing it on the table where Professor Zimmerman had indicated. He nodded. “Are you sitting on your skirt?” he asked. “Yes Sir.” “Don’t,” he said. “From now on, every time we go somewhere, I want your bare ass touching the seat. Understand?” I swallowed. “Yes Sir,” I said. I reached behind me and pulled the back of my skirt out from under my bottom, spreading the pleats to either side and in front as I settled myself, my hairless pussy now making full contact with the cold vinyl seat of the booth. I silently gave thanks that I had decided on a pleated skirt rather than a fitted one. Once situated, Professor Zimmerman asked me what I was going to have. I opened my mouth to tell him, but just as I did, I felt a... buzzing. A subtle vibration coming from my ass. It was nothing earth-shaking, but it was definitely noticeable, and I finally understood what the little balls on the J-shaped object were for. I didn’t complain, because it felt kind of pleasant. My whole lower half began to warm up. I looked for a smile from the man sitting across from me, but his face was as serious as ever while he waited for my answer. I squirmed a little and told him what I wanted. He nodded, and then the vibration stopped. I was almost disappointed, but just as I was getting used to it not being there, the buzzing started again, only this time it was in my pussy, and the vibrations were stronger. I gasped out loud, but Professor Zimmerman didn’t seem to notice. The vibrations in my pussy suddenly died down to a lower level, and they were joined by low-level vibrations in my butt. I squirmed in my seat a little more and discovered that my cunt was leaking profusely. A couple of minutes of this was all I could stand. It wasn’t enough to make me cum - all it did was make me hornier! I began to subtly gyrate my hips in the seat, grinding my pussy against the vinyl. “Don’t fidget,” Professor Zimmerman said. The corners of his mouth had started to turn up slightly. I tried to make myself stay still, but it was torture. Then I saw our waiter approaching again. He saw too, and the vibrations mercifully ceased. The waiter asked for our order. Professor Zimmerman nodded at me to begin, so I said, “I think I’ll have the- AHH...ohmygodohmygodmmmm...uh..mmm.” I began to thrust my hips uncontrollably against the seat as the vibrations in my pussy and ass came back full-force and the waiter stared at me, amazed. I bit my lip hard as I orgasmed, trying desperately not to make a scene, and blushing like crazy. Professor Zimmerman smiled finally, and ordered for me as I writhed in the seat. The young waiter asked him to repeat the order several times, because I was creating such a distraction, which he did without complaint. The vibrations didn’t stop until after our waiter had walked away. “You... you...” I panted accusingly. “Shhh,” he said. “That was quite a performance.” He almost grinned at me, but not quite. He held up a small black remote. “Remember that I have this.” “Yes Sir.” I pouted. The rest of our time at the restaurant wasn’t that eventful. The food was good, and the service was good, although our waiter stared at me every time he refilled our drinks. Professor Zimmerman even opened up a little bit, asking me questions about my family and my hobbies. I was starting to get really comfortable with him, and it was almost like a date, until it was time to go. After paying the bill, he took my panties, which had been lying discreetly folded at the corner of the table, unfolded them, spread them out in the middle of the table, and placed our waiter’s tip right on top. “Let’s go,” he said, and stood up. I was too shocked to argue. I didn’t want to still be sitting there when the waiter came to collect his tip. I stood up hurriedly and took a few steps away from the table before I realized that my skirt was still bunched up in the back and my ass was on display to anyone who cared to look. I quickly adjusted my clothes and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. No one except our waiter, who was gaping at me from a few feet away. My cheeks colored, and Professor Zimmerman patted my butt. I thought I saw him wink at the waiter. Although I was no longer handcuffed, Professor Zimmerman still opened the car door for me. I seated myself comfortably, and he came around and got in the driver’s side. But he didn’t start the car. I looked at him questioningly, but he just stared straight ahead. Finally, he said, “I’m waiting.” Oh no, I thought, I’m doing something wrong... but what was it? Suddenly it dawned on me, and I blushed as I pulled my skirt out from under me again and sat bare-assed on the leather seat. Then he started the car and we pulled out of the parking lot. After a while, Professor Zimmerman spoke. “Tell me something, Jenny,” he said. “Do you masturbate?” My eyes widened and several different answers popped into my head. I considered lying to him, but I figured somehow he would know. “Yes Sir,” I said shyly. He nodded. “How often?” he asked. I saw him reach into his pocket, and suddenly I felt the low buzzing in both metal balls again. I swallowed hard and tried to remain still. “I do it... a lot, Sir,” I admitted. “When my roommate isn’t around.” “Did you do it today?” I shook my head slowly. “No Sir.” I squeezed my legs together and hoped he wouldn’t notice. “Lift your skirt,” he said. I glanced out the window at the other cars on the road. It was already dark outside, so I hoped no one could see in. I took the hem of my skirt in my hands and slid it up my thighs, until it was less like a skirt and more like a ring around my waist. My entire lower half was exposed, although I was still wearing my shoes. “Put your right foot on the dash,” he commanded. I lifted my right foot and settled it on the dashboard, near to the door. This effectively spread my pussy lips, and I blushed, even though he had seen me spread out before. “Now play with your clit,” he said. “Show me how you make yourself cum.” I obediently reached down between my legs. Normally I would have protested - I had never done this with an audience - but the gentle buzzing was already sending tingling pleasure like sound waves through my entire body, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself in a few minutes anyway. Plus the thought of being naughty with a grown man watching me was turning me on even more. The first touch of a fingertip against my clit was like an electric shock. I closed my eyes. Running a finger along my slit, I gathered some girl juice and spread it across the little bud, slowly rubbing it back and forth and then around in circles. I began to moan quietly, and reached beneath my shirt with my other hand to play with my tits. After just a couple of minutes of slow teasing, I couldn’t take it anymore and my hand at my pussy began to speed up. My fingers flicked quickly across my clit, sliding over it and then back while I pinched my nipples. All of a sudden, the vibrations from the metal J sped up, and I bit my lip as I felt the tension in my pussy building to what I knew would be a mind-blowing orgasm. My breath quickened and became more shallow. My muscles clamped down tightly on the vibrating object, and I rubbed even harder at the sensitive button. But right as I got to the edge, when one tiny movement would have triggered the orgasm I so desperately needed, the buzzing stopped completely, and I felt Professor Zimmerman snatch my hand away from my cunt. I gasped out loud, and my hips automatically humped at the air, searching for a final stimulation. “Nonono wait!” I begged. “I’m almost... I’m... I’m...” He continued to hold my wrist tightly, and a few seconds later my body slowly began to calm itself down. My breathing gradually became normal, but my mouth gaped open as I stared at Professor Zimmerman, whom I now hated. “I was... I was about to...” I stuttered. “I know,” he said. “That’s why I stopped you.” I glared at him, half in contempt, and half in disbelief. “You came at the restaurant,” he went on. “Don’t you think it’s my turn next?” He looked at me, and I suddenly felt very selfish. “Yes Sir,” I agreed quietly. I hadn’t really thought about it until just then, but Professor Zimmerman hadn’t yet had any type of sexual stimulation at all. I looked down at the front of his pants and blushed as I noticed that he did need some attention down there. The blush deepened as I wondered what exactly he wanted me to do to help him. Another minute or so put us back in town. Within five, we were at his house. I started to get out of the car, but he stopped me. “Take off your shirt,” he said. We were in the car, in his driveway, in the middle of a neighborhood. I looked out the window at the street. There was no one around, so I pulled my shirt off over my head. Did he want to have sex in the car? “Now your skirt,” he added. There really was no point in taking the skirt off, since it was only bunched around my waist, but I did as he said. He took the outfit from me and folded it neatly. Then, he opened the door and got out. Before shutting the door again, he leaned down and said, “See you inside in five minutes.” He walked to the house and went in, carrying my clothes with him. I sat in the car in shock. I was completely naked, and the front door was several feet away from the car. I looked around again, making sure no one was out walking. I couldn’t believe he was making me do this. Seeing that the coast was already clear, and I only had five minutes to get inside, I went ahead and jumped out of the car and ran to the door. I tried the knob, but to my horror, it was locked. The sticky note that instructed me not to ring the doorbell was gone, so I rang it. No one answered. Headlights spotlighted me as a car drove by, and I started to panic. I knocked loudly and cried out, “HELLO?” “It hasn’t been five minutes,” he called calmly from just inside the door. My mouth dropped open as I stared incredulously at the peephole. Just then, the same car drove by again, going the other direction very slowly. “Oh my gosh, please let me in Sir!” Nothing. “Please!” After what seemed like ages, Professor Zimmerman finally opened the door. I burst inside, still trying to cover myself with my hands. The man was grinning from ear to ear, and even though I was embarrassed, I had to admit that he was really hot. I was blushing furiously. I immediately headed for the chair still sitting in the middle of the room, where he had spanked me earlier. My clothes were piled in the seat. “Wait,” he commanded. “I’m not done with you yet.” I stopped in my tracks. Keeping my eyes on the floor, I turned around slowly to face him. “Get on your knees,” he said. I dropped silently to my knees in front of my teacher, remembering the image from my fantasy during class. Knowing that I was about to be performing oral sex on him, I tentatively reached up to his belt, brushing my hand lightly across the bulge in the front of his pants. When I started to unbuckle it, he said, “Stop.” I snatched my hand back as if I had burned my fingers. Oh no, I had done something wrong again. He chuckled. “You need to ask first,” he said. I swallowed nervously. “May I... may I please unbuckle your belt, Sir?” I quietly asked him. He paused for a moment to think, then finally said, “Yes.” I did, and then I reached for the button on his pants. Hesitating, I asked, “May I please unbutton your pants, Sir?” “Yes,” he said, and I did. Reaching for the zipper, I asked, “Sir, may I please unzip them?” He consented, and I tugged the zipper down. His shirt was tucked in, so he pulled it out and undid the buttons, sliding the black material back and off his tan shoulders, and dropped the shirt to the floor. I paused to admire his firm upper body and flat stomach. He was so sexy it took me a while to realize that he was actually waiting for me to continue. I cleared my throat and asked, “May I please pull your pants down, Sir?” I felt silly asking, but at the same time it seemed very erotic. “Yes,” he said. I slid his slacks down past his knees, and they dropped to form a puddle around his ankles. He was wearing black silk boxers, and I could clearly see the outline of his penis straining against the fabric. “Sir, may I pull your boxers down please?” Again, he consented, and my pulse quickened as I pulled the waistband away from his body and gently lowered the boxers, sliding them down his thighs and letting them whisper into place at his ankles. And then, there it was. I don’t know what I was expecting. I suppose I thought that since the couple of boys I had been with in high school had been about five inches long at the most, I was going to be facing the same thing here. I obviously didn’t have a ruler with me, but I would estimate that Professor Zimmerman topped them by at least two and a half inches. My first thought was, how in the world will that thing fit in my mouth? I didn’t wait to think about it. I immediately reached for it with my hand. Before I touched it though, he slapped my hand away. “Ask,” he said. I hesitated. “Sir...may I please... touch you?” “Touch me where?” he asked. “There.” I pointed. “Say it.” I blushed. “Sir, may I please touch your... your...” He looked down at me, amused. “Your umm. You know.” The fact was that I knew a few different words for the body part in question, but I wasn’t sure which one to use while talking to a person who actually had one. “Do you know what this is?” he asked. He grasped it around the base and waved it slowly in front of my face. “Yes Sir.” My blush deepened, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at his face. “It’s just... what do you want me to call it?” “What do you call it when you’re with your friends?” I thought. “We usually call it a... dick.” “Anything else?” he asked. “I have one friend who says umm... pecker.” “But never cock or prick?” “No Sir. Those sound kind of... dirty.” I bit my lip. “If you had to say cock or prick, which would you choose?” he asked. I considered. Prick didn’t sound as bad as cock. “Prick,” I said. He nodded. “From now on, any time you are talking about it, I want you to say cock,” he said. “Do you understand?” Extra Credit “Yes Sir,” I said quietly. “Now ask me again.” “Please Sir, may I touch your... cock?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. I reached out my hand and traced one fingertip lightly along the side of it. Then I wrapped my fingers around it and slowly pumped up and down the length a few times, enjoying the softness of his skin. A drop was forming on the very tip, and I had the irresistible urge to kiss it away. I leaned forward to do just that, but stopped myself in time and asked, “Sir, may I please kiss it?” “Kiss what?” “Your cock, Sir,” I whispered, “may I please kiss your cock?” “Yes.” Holding it in my right hand, I pressed my lips softly against the tip, kissing the drop of pre-cum away gently, and then licked my lips. Then I pressed my wet lips to his cock again, slowly opening them against the head, and swiped my tongue back and forth across it. When the whole head was in my mouth, I began to suck. Professor Zimmerman put one hand in my hair. I wiggled my tongue just underneath his cockhead, and started pumping the shaft in my hand again, squeezing as I brought my hand up and relaxing as I pushed it down. I allowed my lips to travel down a little further and I sucked harder as I pulled away. Suddenly, I popped his cock out of my mouth completely and began running my tongue up and down the underside, licking and sucking all around his entire shaft, getting it very wet. Then I wrapped my hand around it again, easily sliding his saliva-coated dick repeatedly through my fingers. The vibrations started again, on their lowest setting. I glanced over and saw that the hand not in my hair was holding the small black remote. I sucked his cock into my mouth with renewed vigor, holding my hand at the base and pushing it in my mouth as far as it could go, pulling my head almost all the way back as my tongue slithered back and forth underneath him, and then eagerly plunging my mouth back down on his big prick. I snuck a look at Professor Zimmerman’s face and was surprised to find that his eyes were closed. Taking full advantage of that fact, I used my left hand to begin rubbing my clit while I sucked him, trying to relieve the horniness that he had allowed to build up but then ignored. A few seconds of heaven at my fingertips, and then he spoke: “You’re a horny little slut, aren’t you?” I didn’t try to deny it. My fingers still on my clit, a muffled “Yes Sir” came out around his cock. “I bet you want this in your wet little cunt,” he said, taking it out of my mouth and tapping it against my lips. “Yes Sir,” I agreed lustfully. “Put your hands on the floor,” he commanded. I put my hands on the floor, and he went around and knelt behind me. My shaved pussy was soaked with my excitement, the metal J still buzzing away, making me gyrate my hips. He slowly slid his cockhead down the length of my slit, teasing me, and I thrust back against him, trying to capture it. He chuckled. “Remember - ask first,” he said. “Please Sir... please put it in me,” I gasped. I thrust back against him again. “Put what?” “Your cock Sir! Please put your cock in my pussy, and fuck me hard!” I begged. That’s what it took. Without another word, Professor Zimmerman’s cock forced its way into my cunt alongside the vibrating J. I squealed and buried my face in the carpet, sticking my ass up in the air. It was like nothing I had ever felt in my life, stretched out more than I had ever been, with the constant stimulation of the little metal ball. He began fucking me slowly, with long, measured strokes, pulling almost all the way out before plunging deep inside again, filling me up completely. I began moaning and humping back to meet him. His balls slapped against my clit, creating a fantastic little shock every time our bodies met. Rough hands felt along my body and grasped my tits, pinching my nipples and making me call out, “ohmygodYES!” The strokes sped up quickly, and we moved together, panting and grinding. The sound of wet sex filled the entire room. His masculine scent was driving me crazy, and I milked his cock hard with my muscles, squeezing and pulling and trying to make him cum. Then one of his hands left my body, and the vibrations kicked into high gear. “Oh, I’m gonna... I’m about to... I’m... I’m...” I stuttered incoherently as I wildly bucked on his thick rod. He pulled back and thrust in one more time and came with me, pulling me against him as he shot his hot sperm deep in my cunt and I spasmed around him. He grunted with each shot. Finally, after we were both done cumming but before his cock had softened, Professor Zimmerman flipped me around and pinned my hands above my head on the floor, his dick still embedded in my cunt, and his sperm leaking out around the sides. He looked intensely into my glazed eyes and said, “You didn’t ask to cum.” My mouth dropped open, but before I could start making excuses, he broke into a wide grin and kissed me passionately on the lips. I relaxed underneath him and kissed him back, thinking as I did that my teacher was going to teach me a lot this semester, and I was really going to enjoy learning! Extra Credit So one day I'm just sitting in my apartment, bored and horny, reading some online personals. Most of them are totally pathetic and I'm having a hard time even maintaining an erection. I never really answer personals but sometimes they get me pretty excited and I end up with a damn good orgasm. On this particular day, however, they weren't even getting me hard. I was just about to give up when one definitely got my attention. 56 y/o WM professor ISO failing student in need of extra credit assignment. You can't afford to fail my class. What will you do raise your grade? This turned me on. I e-mailed him right then and begged for an extra credit assignment. I told him I need to pass his class to graduate and that my parents would kill me if I didn't graduate on time. I stressed that I'd do ANYTHING for a passing grade. Two days later he replied. He gave me the address of his office (at a university downtown) and told me to be there Tuesday at 5:30. This had potential. I went to work that Tuesday with a backpack and a change of clothes. I had a lot of trouble concentrating all day. Mostly I just sat staring at the clock waiting for 5 o'clock. When quitting time finally arrived, I grabbed my backpack and ran down the stairs and out to the subway. The anticipation was killing me. When I finally got to the building his office was in, I ducked into a bathroom on the first floor and changed into the extra clothes I brought. I wanted to look the part, so my suit came off and jeans and a t-shirt, sneakers, and a baseball cap went on. I put my suit in the bag and went looking for the elevator. I knocked on his office door and he told me to enter. "Hi Professor," I said. "I'm Joe. You told me to come to talk about extra credit because I'm not doing to well in your class." "Yes," he answered. "You're not doing well at all." The Professor was a grey haired man who looked his age (56) and although he was sitting at his desk, I could tell he was a bit overweight. Not especially attractive, though he wasn't terrible looking either. It was actually perfect for the role I was all too eager to play. "Shut the door," he commanded. I shut the door and walked to the side of his desk. He mentioned something about how I'm a fine looking boy and he's surprised he doesn't really remember me from class. I told him it might be because I don't go too often. He asked me if I work out and mentioned how he'd gained a lot of weight since he stopped running a few years ago. He suggested that maybe for extra credit I could be his sort of personal trainer to help get him back in shape. At this point I got a little confused. Had I totally misread this guy? Is this not going to be what I had expected? "Well, I don't really know how qualified you are to be a personal trainer, " he said. "You look pretty fit now, but much of your body's hidden under all those clothes. Take them off." "Now? Here?" I asked, pretending to be surprised and embarrassed. "Yes," he answered. "Here and now." I pulled off my shirt and bent over to untie my sneakers. I un-zipped my pants and pushed them to my feet. Then I stepped out of my pants and stood there in my boxers and socks. "That's very nice, but you still have some clothes on, don't you?" "Sorry," I said and I bent over to pull off my socks. Slowly then, savoring my role as a stripper, I slowly wiggled out of my underware. My dick was hard enough to look impressive, but not so hard that it stood out straight. The Professor liked what he saw. "Very nice," he said. "Now come over here." I walked over next to his desk and noticed that he had un-zipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was not so impressive. He was about 5 or 6 inches, circumcised, and not very thick. He was semi hard and it was not sticking out very far past the edge of his pants. "I haven't had a good blow job for quite some time," he announced. "If you'd like to pass my class, perhaps you can do something about that." I knelt on the cold tile floor between his legs. I grabbed his prick and leaned in to engulf it in my mouth. He tasted like sweat and his overgrown pubic hairs were everywhere. I bobbed up and down on his penis sucking away, hoping if I sucked hard enough it would grow a bit. He decided he wasn't comfortable enough and stopped me so that he could pull his pants down to his ankles and unbutton his shirt. I went back in feeling more like a whore than ever. The guys legs were fat and hairy, his nutsack was sweaty and smelly, and his gut hung over his waist like a giant glacier ready to unleash a deadly avalanche of fat. I hesitated for a minute. "May I remind you that you're failing my class?" he asked. "You need to suck my dick and swallow every last drop of cum I feed you, young man, or you won't graduate." My own cock started stirring and I started sucking for all I was worth. He grabbed my head and held it still while he started fucking my mouth. His spare tire gut was hitting my forehead with each thrust and his nuts were hitting my chin. I felt so dirty. I was loving it. Finally he started cumming in my mouth. Even his cum tasted bad. I was far more bitter than any I'd had before. He told me not to swallow because he wanted to see it on my tongue. I obeyed and opened my mouth to show him what I'd collected. "Okay," he said, "you can swallow now." I swallowed and almost gagged. It really tasted bad. "Well then, " he said. "That wasn't bad. I'm willing to consider giving you an extra credit project. Come back Thursday, same time, to discuss the details." I got dressed and left. The terrible taste of his cum mixed with his sweaty balls was in my mouth the whole way home. When I got back to my apartment. I stripped naked and jerked myself off to an amazing orgasm. Then I brushed my teeth. Thursday, I followed the same routine of leaving work and changing my clothes in the first floor bathroom of his office building. Again he had me lock the door and strip naked. He stayed at his desk and pulled a dildo and some lube out of one of his drawers. He them to me and told me to fuck myself in the ass with the dildo while he finished grading some papers. I sat on the floor and began fingering my ass. The floor was cold and hard and I really started getting off on the idea of sitting there naked, next to this fully clothed man. It was so degrading. I played with the dildo for a while, rubbing around my asshole. The skin right at the opening of my anus is so sensitive, I love the feeling of the lube on my ass-lips. I pressed the tip of the dildo against the opening very gently and savored all the feeling of my asshole loosening up and spreading open to allow entrance into my rectum. I pushed a bit harder and the dildo slid up inside me. My cock immediately sprang to full attention and I pushed even harder, feeling the plastic cock slide up past my prostate milking a few drops of precum out of me. I was just starting to really get into it when the Professor stood up. "Okay boy, "he said. "Get that thing outta your ass and bend over this desk. You're about to get fucked for real." I stood up and bent over the desk. Apparently he had gotten pretty hard watching me and didn't need any fluffing. He stood behind me, pants around his ankles and pushed the head of his cock against my puckered anus. I loosened up as best I could and in he popped, right down to the base of his shaft. His dick was actually a bit smaller than the dildo and slid in without hesitation. He didn't waste any time. He started thrusting his prick into me as deep as he could, then pulling all the way back out and then plunging it all the way back in. I stood there, bent over his desk focusing not only on the feeling of his cock up my ass, but also of his big, fat belly smacking against my ass and back. I was getting fucked by a big fat pig and I loved it. I was hard as a rock. Eventually he started grunting and with one last push, he buried his prick as far inside me as he could get it and I felt streams of cum shooting out into my colon. He pulled out quickly and warned me not to let any cum drip out onto his office floor. "Tuesday five thirty," he said, "now get outta here." I asked if I my performance was helping my grade. I was standing next to his desk, butt naked, clenching my ass cheeks together to keep all the cum inside. He looked at me and stroked my hard penis for a second. Then he said, "Tuesday at five thirty. You're on your way." So the following Tuesday I showed up at his office and started to get undressed, but he stopped me. "Keep your clothes on," he said, "we're leaving." He stood up, put on his hat and coat and held open the door. We went outside into the street and walked a few blocks to a small residential building. We went up into his apartment and he told me to go into the bedroom and get undressed. The apartment had a decent sized living room with a couch, two easy chairs, a table, and a TV. There was also a kitchen, a bathroom, and two bedrooms (one of which he turned into a study). I went into the bedroom and got undressed. He gave me a dildo and some lube and told me to "get myself ready." I sat in his room for at least a half hour, playing with the dildo in my ass, wondering what was taking so long. Finally he came in and told me to leave the dildo and follow him out. As I walked out into the living room and saw what he had arranged, my stomach dropped and my heart was racing. Seated in the couch and chairs were four other men, looking me up and down and saying things like, "well done, Peter. A fine specimen." I stood there, completely naked, being ogled by these men, and I was so turned on that my dick felt like it might explode. The four men must have all been professors, too. One was younger and good looking, about 35 years old and in good shape. Another was much like my Professor, mid-fifties and overweight. The last two were both even older, I'd guess late sixties or early seventies. One of them was a bit heavy, but the other was stick thin. The Professor took the remaining seat and told me to stand in the center of the room (he had moved the table aside). "Gentlemen," he began, "this young pupil of mine has found himself in quite a predicament. He's needs an 'A' in my class to graduate on time, and currently, he's failing. He's volunteered for an extra credit assignment. This is his assignment. He's ours to do with as we please." "Son," he said to me, "you can begin by sucking our cocks." With that, all the men opened their pants and started pulling out their penises. Some just pulled it through the zipper opening, while others pushed their pants down to their ankles and spread their legs. I went to the younger one first. He had a beautiful penis - long, thin, circumcised, and slightly curved upward. I sucked him for a few minutes and then moved on to the next. This was the heavy older man. He wasn't even hard. I was thinking 'I hope he took his Viagra,' as I went down on his limp little dick. With a little licking and sucking I managed to get him up, but even at full attention his little soldier was not scaring anyone. I moved on to the next guy who was built like my Professor. He was just as sweaty as, too and I got just a bit nauseous as I licked up and down his shaft and around his balls. Fat and sweaty as he was, though, his cock was huge - about twice the thickness of the next biggest. By the time I got to the second older guy, the youngest one was up from his seat and started fingering my ass. I tried to concentrate on the wrinkled old dick in my mouth, but the guy behind me kept talking dirty while he attempted to stuff more and more fingers up my ass. "Yeah bitch, you like that old man's dick," he said. "How did a little whore like you get such a tight asshole? I should be able to drive truck up the ass of a little hooker like you." I moved on to the next cock, which was my Professor's and sucked on it like a starving man. The guy in my ass was getting me so hot, I was losing control of myself. Finally he pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his dick. Precum was dripping out of me so fast it felt like I was peeing. For the next hour I was passed back and forth between these men, sometimes on all fours, sometimes on my back, sometimes bent over the side of the couch. As they fucked my ass and mouth, I concentrated on how unattractive they were. I was really getting off on the idea that they were all (or almost all) dirty, fat, disgusting, old men and I was their whore. Eventually each of them came in me and when they were done I had about three loads of cum up my ass and two in my stomach. When the last one came, I thought that would be it, but boy was I wrong. The Professor went into his kitchen and came out with a humongous cucumber. "Let's see you get this up your ass," he said, handing it to me. I started to work it around my well-used anus and the tip slid in pretty easily. The rest of it was another story. This thing was huge. I tried everything I could think of to get it in without tearing myself apart, but there was just too much pain when I pushed. I reached a few fingers into my ass (and it was a bit disturbing how easily they slid right in) and scooped out some cum to lube the cucumber with. I tried clenching my ass muscles as hard as I could for as long as I could to try to loosen them up. But mostly, I just pushed and pushed and pushed. All of a sudden, like a dam had burst, my ass hole open just a bit more and the widest part of the cucumber flew up inside. My penis shot up like a rocket. This was the most intense feeling I'd ever had. The fullness in my rectum was overwhelming. My prostate was being squished so hard that I think it emptied all the precum I had. I started to get dizzy and really felt like I was on drugs. I was in another world. I played with the cucumber for a few more minutes taking the whole giant thing up into my ass. My audience was very impressed and the younger ones were starting to get hard again. Professor went into the study and came back with a new challenge - an aluminum baseball bat. "Here you go, slut. Try this." I pulled out the cucumber and scooped out some more cum to lube up the bat. I was insane with lust. The bat was actually not much thicker than the cucumber and it it slid in fairly easily. The problem was that it was so long I kept trying to get more and more of it in. Some of they guys came over to help and grabbed the end of the bat and started pushing it up my ass. It was incredibly painful, but all I thought about was how I was lying naked on the floor of an apartment with five older men who were shoving a baseball bat up my ass. I started cumming without even touching my dick. Gobs of cum were shooting out all over my stomach, my chest and the floor. At this they pulled the bat out and told me to clean up the mess I'd made. I scooped the cum off myself and licked it off my fingers. I was still way over the edge and willing to do anything they wanted. I got on all fours and licked the cum off the floor like a dog. One of the guys then decided to fist me. I felt his five fingers pressing against my ass-lips and a burning pain shot through me. I cried out but soon had a penis shoved into my mouth. To take my mind off the pain in my asshole, I concentrated fully on the cock in my mouth. As I licked and sucked and slurped away, I felt a great relief as the man's knuckles cleared the rim of my anus and his whole hand slipped in up to the wrist. The guy I was sucking got really turned on by that and soon started squirting into my mouth. While the guy fisting me attempted to get in up to elbow, I sucked off two of the other guys again. Finally the fister had enough and decided to fuck me. When he pulled his arm out of my rectum, I felt a gust of wind shoot up inside me. I felt wide open. I knew my asshole had not closed back up. I was gaping wide open. The guy put his cock in me, but I was open so wide I could barely feel him in me. He must have been pretty turned on because he came after only a few thrusts. Everyone had come twice and seemed about ready to pass out and I started thinking that was the end. There was just one more thing to put the icing on the cake. As I lay on my back with my asshole still open wide, the other middle aged guy stood up and came over to me. He told me to roll up onto my shoulders so that my legs went behind my head and my ass was straight up in the air. He then positioned himself directly over my gaping hole and with two fingers of each hand stretched it even wider. As I prepared myself to get fucked again, I felt a strange sensation. A warm fluid was splashing around my asshole and pouring inside me. He was pissing into my open anus. The feeling of the hot piss filling me up inside was unbelievable. I was instantly hard again. He pissed about a half a liter and then warned me not to let any drip on the floor. I rolled down onto my back and started to get up when I felt a barely controllable urge to empty my bowels. The Professor handed me my clothes and told me I was finished, but that if I wanted to pass the class I'd have to see him again next Tuesday. I begged him to let me use the bathroom first, but he refused. He opened the door and threw my clothes out in the hall. I ran out after them and quickly got dressed in the hallway with tiny squirts of cum and piss leaking out of my ass. I ran down the stairs squeezing my ass as hard as I could to keep it all in, but as I ran out into the street, I lost control. I gave up trying and slowly walked toward the subway with piss and cum gushing out of my ass and down my legs, soaking my jeans. I smelled like a urinal and felt like a crack whore. I couldn't wait to get home and jerk off. Extra Credit “Excuse me.” His voice sent a shiver coursing through me that only intensified at the feel of his body brushing against mine. Gawd, just looking at Dr. Davidson sometimes made me blush. I was beginning to think that continuing as his lab assistant was a bad idea. It couldn’t possibly be healthy to walk around this aroused all the time. From the corner of my eye, I tracked his movements around the lab. Every second was heightening my arousal. I could almost feel his hands on me, hear his voice go husky with passion. I knew I was being ridiculous, but I couldn’t seem to think of anything else. “Elizabeth? Are you ok?” Jerked back to reality. A blush was working its way up my neck and I was suddenly trying very hard not to giggle. “Ye-Yes, Dr. Davidson, I’m fine. Did you need something?” “Actually, yes. I need to see you in my office tomorrow afternoon. Two o’clock?” “Ummm… yeah, that will be fine. Should I bring my lab reports?” He seemed distracted as he answered. “Yeah, that’s fine. Sounds good.” My eyes were glued to his ass as he left the lab. A moan was caught in my throat. A meeting with him in his office? Why? ******* The following morning, I agonized over what to wear, and then decided I was being silly. This was my professor I was thinking about. A PhD… not some grad student with a hard-on. I was probably being called into his office to be removed from the project. I sighed and slipped on my jeans and button down shirt. Both were beat up and rather threadbare, but they were clean, and that was all I usually cared about. Today, I took another look in the mirror and sighed again. ‘No way he wants anything from you except your withdrawal from the program.’ By the time two o’clock rolled around, I was so nervous, I didn’t think I’d make it to the appointment. I’d fantasized about Dr. Davidson all day long. I’d actually locked myself in a bathroom stall and masturbated this morning with thoughts of him assaulting my senses. On the other hand, I just knew he was giving me the boot, and I was going to have to figure out how to get my Master’s without the lab work I needed. I knocked on his office door, and took a deep breath. “Yes?” He sounded slightly irritated… maybe distracted. I hoped it wasn’t directed at me. “Dr. Davidson? We had a two o’clock? I brought those lab reports.” “Yes. Have a seat.” Sitting down in a burgundy velvet chair, I crossed my legs. Uncrossed them. Sat my books and reports on my lap. Leaned down and placed them on the floor by my feet. Crossed and uncrossed my legs again. Looked up at Dr. Davidson and blushed. He was watching me, a slight smile on his face. “Are you ok, Elizabeth?” I blushed. Deep red. The heat moving up my neck and onto my cheeks. I glanced away. Took a deep breath. Looked back. “Yes. Just nervous, I guess. I’m… not sure why you wanted to meet with me outside the lab.” He smiled. Did he blush? “I wanted to talk to you. You’ve seemed… distracted lately. As if something is bothering you. Is everything going ok? I know you need this lab, but I don’t think you’re giving it everything you can.” Half of my brain was screaming at me to say something, anything to keep this position as lab assistant. The other half was just listening to the rhythm of his voice. Watching his mouth move. Noticing how his fingers moved as he played with a pen on his desk. I knew it was ridiculous, but I could feel myself getting wet. My hand was absently plucking at the loose strings surrounding a hole in the thigh of my jeans. A nervous habit, that right now was making me even more aware of my body. Apparently, it was having the same effect on him, because his eyes were glued to my hand. His awareness intensified my arousal. I could feel the crotch of my jeans getting damp. “Dr Davidson, I’m sorry. I know I’ve been distracted, and I’ll make more of an effort. Really. But I have to go. Now.” I bent to gather my books and make my escape at the same time he dropped his pen and bent to pick it up. Our heads bumped and I almost laughed at the cliché. As it was, I giggled nervously, and sat up. My books were clasped to my chest, hopefully muffling the sound of my heart pounding. Dr. Davidson looked up slowly. “Are you ok?” He chuckled. “I seem to be asking you that a lot lately, Elizabeth.” “Yes. I just need to… go. I need to go.” “No.” It was said so softly, I could barely hear it, but it sent shivers up my spine. “What? Why?” “Because I asked you here for a reason.” He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. His eyes met mine, and I could see the lust, the uncertainty in them. He blushed then, and looked away. As if he knew what I’d seen. I put my hand on his shoulder. He tensed and turned back toward me. The uncertainty was still there on his face, but it was fading. Losing the battle with desire. He reached up and took my hand from his shoulder. His thumb ran over the back of my hand, making me shiver. His eyes locked on mine. My stomach flipped over again, went liquid. He stood, looking down at me. “If you’re going to leave, do it now.” When I didn’t answer, or move, he smiled. Reaching for my books, his hand brushed against my breast and I moaned. I was tingling from head to toe. He sat the books on his desk and pulled me out of the chair. Standing inches away from him, I could feel the heat from his body. It was nothing compared to the heat in his eyes. His hands on my shoulders were searing, causing reactions all the way to my toes. He bent his head to mine, and when our lips touched, I melted. Lips parting, tongues sliding together. His hands moving from my shoulders to my neck. Tangling in my hair. Tilting my head for more complete access to my mouth. His cock hardening and throbbing between us. His mouth moved down my neck, following his hands as he unbuttoned my shirt. My knees went weak. My hips moved involuntarily against his. His teeth on my collarbone sent shivers through me as he pushed my shirt off my shoulders. It hung to the floor, still tucked into my jeans. He cupped my breasts in his hands, teasing my nipples through the fabric of my bra. My hands went between us, one stroking his cock, his jeans a barrier to actual contact with his flesh. The other moved over his chest, feeling his nipples harden as the flannel abraded them. Groaning, he reached behind me and unclasped my bra, dropping it to the floor. Lowering his head once more, he hungrily kissed my breasts. The need to feel his skin was almost a hunger. I unfastened his jeans and pushed them down. His jockeys soon followed. His moan echoed in my ears when I wrapped my hand around his hardness. Slowly stroking as it pulsed and throbbed. My hand moved from the base of his cock to the tip, gliding over the head, and back down. Spreading his juices, making his cock slick. His teeth closed over one nipple as his hands unfastened my jeans. He softly shook his head, abrading my skin with his whiskers, pushing my jeans to the floor. My shirt pooled there too. One of his hands slipped around my waist and down to cup my ass. With the other, he gently parted my thighs. Fingers slipping softly between my pussy lips, and sliding across my hard, throbbing clit. He groaned, burying his face between my breasts, and going completely still. Except for his fingers, exploring deeper, moving over my pussy, sliding inside, teasing me. My hand stilled on his cock, my body nearly overwhelmed with the sensations he was causing throughout my body. My hips grinding against his hand. I moaned when he took his hand away. He lifted his head from my breasts, looking into my eyes as he licked each finger clean. I closed my eyes, and he leaned down to kiss me, sharing the taste of me on his tongue. My knees nearly buckled. Gently, he pushed down on my shoulders, easing me back into the velvet chair. The soft fabric against my bottom was more arousing than I would have thought possible. I shifted my hips, enjoying the feel. He sank to his knees before me, his hands on my thighs, spreading, then lifting them. He placed my knees over the arms of the chair, and sat back on his heels, simply looking at me. I blushed furiously, and tried to close my legs. He stopped me with a soft shake of his head. “I want to watch you.” It was whispered, barely audible, but the desire was thick in his voice. I groaned, and watched his face as my hand slid down to my pussy. My fingers trailed slowly across the lips, sliding alongside, but not touching my clit. I smiled when he licked his lips. Shifting my hips forward, lifting them slightly, I dropped my head back and closed my eyes. Concentrating on pleasuring myself. My fingers teased and plucked and pinched lightly at my lips and clit. The juices making the hairless skin feel slick and silky. The heat a pulsing fever spreading through my body. I felt his hands on my ass at almost the same time his tongue touched my wet fingers. He sucked them into his mouth, grazing them lightly with his teeth as he cleaned my juices from them. He lifted my hips, releasing my fingers and lowering his head to my soaked pussy. My fingers tangled in his hair as he used his tongue and teeth and lips to drive me hard and fast toward oblivion. My thighs tightened around his head, my knees falling to his shoulders. I pulled him closer with my hands, and ground against his mouth. I felt like I was flying and falling at the same time. His moans, my whimpers, and the wet sounds of his mouth on my flesh mingled with the smell of sex in the room. One of his hands slid back, his finger circling the entrance to my ass. My body tensed in anticipation, but he simply kept up the teasing. Caught in the sensation, my body moved against him, my hips matching the rhythm of his mouth. My pussy flexing around his plunging tongue. Just when I thought I couldn’t be pushed any higher, his finger pressed into my ass. Nearly all the way in one thrust. I nearly screamed, my teeth drawing blood as they clamped down on my bottom lip. My hips jerked hard and I came with an intensity I didn’t know was possible. He continued his oral assault, sucking my clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. His finger moving in and out of my ass in a slow, easy rhythm. He closed his teeth around my clit, sucking hard until I thought I would die. It seemed like my orgasm would never end. The cum was running in a stream down toward my ass, lubing his finger each time it withdrew. With a gasping moan, he withdrew his finger, grasping my hips and pulling me to him. He buried his face in my pussy and drove me ruthlessly to another orgasm. His tongue plunging in and out of me, his teeth pressing on my clit, making me feel like I might explode. I screamed silently and ground my hips hard against the onslaught. He lifted his head and stared at me, panting, his face coated in my juices. He growled, “Can’t get enough.”, and pulled me to the floor with him. He rolled with me, stopping with my belly pressed to the floor, his chest against my back, his throbbing cock nestled insistently between my thighs. Lifting my hips slightly, he thrust into me in one swift, hard movement. Filling me, and slaking a hunger to have him inside of me that I only realized existed at that moment. He pulled me roughly against him, burying himself as deep as he could, and then began thrusting hard and fast. My breasts were pressed into the carpet, and the friction against the aroused flesh of my nipples was driving me mad. Whimpering and groaning, I raised myself to my hands and knees. He pressed forcefully down on my lower back, and continued pounding into me. I looked back over my shoulder, and watched him as he fucked me. He was looking up, his eyes closed, jaw clenched, and sweat running down his throat. His fingers were digging into my hips, the flesh white around his fingertips. He was thrusting into me with such force I was rocking forward with every movement. I felt his cock swell within me, throbbing and pulsing. I heard his teeth grind together, felt his body stiffen behind me, and came again as he erupted into me. My pussy spasmed around his cock, milking it for every drop of cum. Both of our bodies seemed to be on autopilot, still moving against each other as we panted. I stretched back out under him, and he lay against my back, his face buried in my neck, his cock still pulsing within me. He was murmuring something, but I couldn’t make out the words. Just the sound of his voice was soothing. Eventually, he rolled to the side, pulling me with him, and we curled together, completely spent.