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More Oral After the Exam Ch. 01

By: gradprof



After a long hiatus, I decided to start a second part to my "Oral Exam" storyline. I just miss the dirty stories too much.... This one picks up one semester later. If you haven't read the first series, I'd suggest that you stop here and go back. Don't worry! It has naughty bits too. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to Mykittystar for editing. I deeply appreciate your thoughts and encouragement. Otherwise, feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. I am not sure myself. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.



"Everyone take a copy of the course syllabus and pass the rest back. Look them over and see if you have any questions. They should be pretty simple. We'll go over the syllabi together in just a minute."

I paced across the front of the classroom, passing out paper still warm from the copier. Most of the information on the syllabus had been handed down from up on high. The department had a fully tenured, professor designee to watch over us; grad student and teaching assistant, underlings. The boss man left us zero room for creativity: we gave the lectures and did the grading, but he designed the course curriculum. Speech requirements, attendance policy, and text book - all of it was precisely dictated. 

Not that I cared. Being a TA let me enroll in classes for free and my studies were my primary focus. I also earned a small stipend. The money was pretty pathetic, but it was enough to squeak by on. I was able to rent an apartment, purchase the occasional box of wine, and eat all of the ramen I could ever want. To be sure, I was poor. Teaching though, offered a few unexpected benefits....

I heard a knock at the classroom door. I looked up and my eyes went wide: I was transported. The room went silent. My heart beat through my chest and I licked my dry lips. Gulping, I blinked twice. This was the first time I had seen her – Jessica - in over a month.

Jessica stood on the other side of the door. She peered through the tiny window; smiling widely, she brushed a blonde strand of hair out of her eyes, and gave me a wave. Without thought I blushed and smiled back. Then she was gone. 

With the sight of Jessica, I was knocked asunder. I remembered how she once said, "Maybe I could come up to your office and take a special, private, oral exam?" 

This proposition began it all. I soared on a lewd flight of fancy. I needed her. I wanted to stick my cock in every one of her holes and then douse her with my cream. Did it matter that she was my student? Yes, it was so wrong, but the taboo made the situation so delicious.

And now how was I supposed to be able to teach when I could only visualize a naked Jessica, wagging her ass, and begging for a pounding?

Concentration gone I stood behind the podium. My hands tightly gripped the wood as my pants bulged. Last semester came flooding back...

Just a few months ago, at the beginning of the fall semester, I had been a meek and unassuming graduate student. Most of my life had been consumed by my studies. It had been almost a year since I had felt the wonder of a woman's touch. 

With that one overture from a blonde coed, my life changed. Jessica sucked my cock and fucked me silly, and in turn I raised her grade. Then we fucked again, this time at her dorm. Her roommate, Shannon, crawled into Jessica's bed and I banged her too. Everyone got "A's" all around. 

Before I knew it I had tumbled down a slippery slope. New pussy surrounded me spreading wide for my pleasure. Of course, I never said no. So I humped my way through the months of October, November, and December. Jessica, Shannon, Taryn, Roxy, Stacy, Jen, and Cindy were just a few of the women of whom I gained carnal knowledge. I fucked my students, their friends, my fellow grad students, a random woman in a shower, and even my dissertation advisor. 

And I loved every single, fucking minute.

A jaunty grin crept onto my face as I sweated with feverous desire. I was befuddled by a tangle of memories, any one of which could have gotten me fired. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. A classroom full of students was expectantly watching me. If they cared at all, they probably chalked my state up to nerves. Thoughts of debauchery needed to be cast aside. It was time to begin class. 

"Welcome to public speaking 101. Let's go over the syllabus. If you look at the top you will see that my office hours are from...."



*****

"Professor?"

The title of "Professor" carried a double meaning for me. In actuality I was a mere graduate student teaching a class. I didn't have a doctorate, nor did I have tenure. 

The undergraduate students didn't really understand the difference though. To them everyone who taught a class was a "Professor." Even if I corrected them, they still insisted on calling me a professor. At first I'd struggled; I hadn't wanted to claim a title I hadn't yet earned. By the end of last semester, however, I just gave up and let them call me whatever they liked. 

On the other hand, there were a few students I knew that preferred to call me "Professor" for illicit reasons. For those privileged coeds "professor" was a gasp while I ate their juicy, little cunt. "Please Professor" was a plea when their pert teenage ass needed a spanking. "Ohhhhhhhhh... Professor" was a wail as I fucked their hungry pussy from behind. 

I looked up from the mound of notes that had accumulated over the class period. Where did all this paper come from? I'd never figure out. I shoved the pile into my knapsack and examined the woman standing in front of me.

All of the other students were gone; they had bolted as soon as class had ended. My questioner wrapped a red scarf around her neck as she waited patiently for my attention. She was petite with an olive complexion, dark hair, and glasses. She might be Italian or maybe Jewish? I squinted. No, she was probably of Hispanic background. 

"Yes?" I asked. Despite several layers of heavy winter clothes, the coed looked like she might have a pretty interesting body. 

I shook my head and brought myself back to reality. Last semester had been fun, but I couldn't let myself get diverted again. Sooner or later something would go wrong. Sticking strictly to business was a much better plan. Besides, I hopefully had a fully stocked harem waiting for me. So I asked, "What can I do for you?"

"I'm sorry I came in late. I was trying to add this class and my advisor had a long line of people outside her office. It took me awhile to get the paperwork all filled out."

"No problem. It's the first day. Things like that happen."

"So I can get into this class?"

"Yeah."

"Oh thank you so much," she gushed. She clapped her hands together in excitement. I couldn't help but notice how that movement pushed her arms, and thus her breasts together. Oh boy, this woman was packing under that parka.

She continued, "That helps so much, Professor. I had wanted to take this class, but I couldn't work it out with my schedule. I just couldn't fit it in with the other classes that were required for my major. Then I had to drop something and this time opened up. I really appreciate it."

"Well," I laughed, "We'll see if you feel that way by the end of the semester."

"Ok, but the first day didn't seem too bad," she giggled. "Would you mind signing the forms?"

"Sure," I said taking the papers from her. I quickly applied my John Hancock.

"Can I also get a copy of the course syllabus? I came in after they went around."

"Hmmm...." I said leafing through my stack. "Strangely I don't see one here. I think I have everything else one could ever want, but I don't have an extra syllabus. Oh well. Do you have a few minutes? If you follow me up to my office I can run another copy off my printer."

The woman pushed her glasses up her nose and said, "Sounds good." Was she smiling at me?

"By the way, what's your name?" I asked. "It seems I can't keep everyone straight for the first week. Sorry." 

She laughed, "I couldn't imagine that you would. I'm Domino Vasquez."

Vasquez, eh? A Latina, I had guessed correctly. I smiled and replied, "Well it's nice to meet you Domino. Shall we go grab that syllabus?"

The two of us left the classroom and walked up the two flights of stairs to my office. I followed behind and watched her hips sway back and forth. Very nice! She had a rhythm that was nothing short of erotic. The door was closed. I pulled out my key, stuck it in the lock, and opened the door...

... And immediately closed it again.

My officemate Cindy was slouched in her chair, legs spread-eagled, and on top of her desk. A lacy, black thong was dangling around her shapely ankle. Of course, the diminutive Southern belle was not alone. Jessica, the blonde, teenage nymph who waved outside my classroom door was now on her knees. A bare breast was hanging out of the teenage slut's halter-top, her slender fingers pinching the nipple, while her face was buried in Cindy's snatch. 

I turned to face Domino. Suddenly I felt very hot. Swallowing I said, "I'm sorry but I forgot. My printer is... umm... out of ink. It ran out right before class. Could I bring you a copy on Wednesday?"

Her face wrinkled up, "I guess." She didn't believe me.

"It shouldn't be a problem. I gave out the homework assignment in class. Did you get it down?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Ok. Then you should be fine. Or you can send me an email and I will just reply with the syllabus as an attachment. Cool?"

She nodded, readjusted her backpack, and said, "That should work. I'll see you on Wednesday, Professor."

How did I always cut life this close? I had gone too far. I knew that I needed to cut back on my extra-curricular activities or else I was going to get caught with my dick inside the cookie jar. This was a new semester. Now was the time to change my habits. I could start completely fresh. 

Watching Domino trot down the hallway, I made sure the coast was otherwise clear. I looked left and looked right. Then I opened the door.

My office no longer was a mirror image of a lesbo porn set (although the tang of moist cunt lingered in the air). While I might have enjoyed watching a little girl on girl action, the incident with Domino had been a very close call. I was glad that the room had returned to its standard PG rating.

Cindy had composed herself. On a casual glance the blonde wouldn't have attracted any extra attention although, her cheeks were ruddier than usual. She had taken the failsafe and standard position of being hunched over a textbook on her desk. Her legs were no longer akimbo and she had saved herself from drowning in Sapphic delight. Cindy turned her head to me and gave me guilty grin. I couldn't help but wink back. 

Jessica was sitting in my swivel chair, twirling and biting on the loose ends of her hair. Her coat had been thrown haphazardly over my desk, her body now baring her indoor clothing. Jessica was wearing frayed jeans and a white halter-top that was tight, oh so tight. Her smile was brassy and brazen. Fuck, she looked good. How did she take my breath away every time? 

I don't know how long we just stared at each other. I stood in the hallway, bag over my shoulder, drinking in the sight of Jessica. She sat expectantly waiting, looking me up and down. We were both locked in a stasis, sharing the experience of really seeing the other for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

"Go on," I heard Cindy murmur softly.

I took two steps into the room. Wasting no time, Jessica bounded from the chair and nearly tackled me. With a squeal, she kicked her right leg to the side and knocked the door closed. Her hands grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me close. I was locked up tight, bound in her arms. When had the girl gotten so strong?

Jessica's lips pouted as they pressed into mine. For the first time in a month, I savored their taste. Was that a new flavor of lip balm? Strawberry? Hot breath poured into my mouth and I felt myself getting weak. 

The kiss was so buttery soft, the perfect mid-morning aphrodisiac. Jessica's lips parted and my tongue slipped inside her pursed and waiting mouth. I had been lost, a walking bag of nerves. Together Jessica and I found each other again. I had been worried that I had lost her over the break. With our differences in age, time could easily drive us apart. Now I could see that any of my worries were unfounded. Jessica was still mine. 

I cradled her head in my hands and dipped her low. "Oh my gawd.... Professor," Jessica purred as she looked up at me. Her finger tips ran down my chest. "It's so good to see you, to be like this. I've never been, like, so glad to start the first day of school."

"Jessica..." I smiled and renewed the kiss. 

Soon we would have time for conversations, but first I needed to immerse myself in her. 

Our tongues danced, twirling around each other. My hand slid up her back and underneath the thin fabric of her halter top. With a snap of my fingers, I unlatched the clasp of her bra. The mechanism came undone easily; I had plenty of practice taking off brassieres last semester. My blonde vixen giggled in response.

"Ahem..." 

I looked up. Cindy was sitting back in her desk chair, arms crossed in front of her chest. "Well go on," she said, voice dripping with Southern sarcasm. "If you are going to do it, then do it. Oh my heck. Hump away. Go ahead. Don't the likes of lil' ol' me stop you."

"Oh don't be mad Cindy," Jessica said, still giggling. 

Cindy shook her head, "You're a tramp, Jessica. You know that, right?"

"I'm sorry I didn't get to finish eating your cooter," Jessica snorted. "It's your fault, though. I told you he would be coming by soon."

"I know."

"And you didn't care. You just totally spread your legs and told me to get munching. I warned you, but I did just as you asked."

"I know. I get it."

Jessica was clearly amused. Sometimes she could be such a gigglebox. "Cindy, you poor dear, would you like me to...."

"No, y'all deserve some time alone together before I bust in."

"Are you sure? I bet it won't take long, just a finger and a little lickie-lick."

"Yeah, but you owe me," Cindy harrumphed, while picking up her bag and stuffing it with papers. "I have to teach class in a few minutes. Shit. I'm going down the hall to the bathroom and Jill myself off."

"You can watch instead," Jessica purred. 

She lowered her hand and began to rub the front of her jeans. "I might be able to provide you some extra visual stimulation."

Cindy shook her head and opened the door, "Girl, you're too much. I know that I've missed you too. But, I can't teach like this. My pussy's a swamp. I'll be a wreck the second a hottie enters the room."

I laughed and nodded at Cindy. She grinned back at me and closed the door behind her. Boy, I knew exactly what my office mate had been talking about. Jessica and her friend Shannon had tormented me all last semester. It was a wonder; given the workout they gave me that I survived. Time passed, and for the last month I had to make do with mediocre masturbation. Then I saw Jessica outside my door this morning. 

With a single wave I lost all rationale thought; sex overtook me and I was barely able to walk through my syllabus. 

Jessica though, had already fallen into old patterns. She was panting in heat. With expert fingers the blonde reached down and tugged on my zipper. She stuck her hand inside my trousers and fished out my cock. 

"Cindy will have to take care of her own needs, but you on the other hand... Have you missed me?" Jessica asked as she smiled. 

Lightly she ran her fingertips from my balls to my burgeoning shaft. Her nails gently touched my sensitive skin and I twitched. A tickle shot along my spine. My knees trembled, threatening to give out. Eyes laughing, Jessica giggled.  

"Oh Professor, I'm totally going to enjoy this," my coed murmured. Taking off her top, Jessica slid down my body. Her bare breasts brushed against my skin as she descended. 

My slut was now kneeling topless before me. I looked down through a haze of lust and lost myself in those spectacular eyes. 

Unabashedly, they gleamed with desire. 

Palming one of her bare tits, Jessica lifted the flesh and tentatively gave the orb a lick. My cock trembled in reflexive anticipation. 

Jessica couldn't help but notice. "Do you like that Professor? Do you like watching me play with my tits?"

I gulped and nodded.

"What's a naughty girl to do? I've been without any cock for over a month. No one has been inside my teenage pussy. A couple of boys from high school begged, but I told them no. They're only boys, after all. Not like you. I bet I am soooooo fucking tight. And now I have this handsome, professorial specimen dangling right in front of my face. Hmmmn... Should I wrap my hand around it and stroke it?"

Jessica's words mimicked her actions. She licked her thin fingers. Then Jessica encircled my meat and began to slide her hand up and down. She caressed me to a slow and gentle rhythm. I could feel my breath catch as she worked my shaft to a soft, easy pace. 

"Oh you like that, huh? I bet I know what you'd like even more," she continued. "Tell me, what do you think of this?"

Jessica threw her head back and spit on the valley between her tits. Rubbing the saliva into her skin, Jessica looked up at me and batted her eyelashes. 

I couldn't help but grin back. I could tell that my little, coed cutie was enjoying controlling the moment. She was putting on a show, the naughty minx. She wanted me to watch her being a slut; she wanted to show her professor what she could do.

Now, I was rock hard. Jessica placed my throbbing dick in the crevice between her tits. 

Her bronze skin glistened with saliva. Jessica squeezed the flesh of her chest, giving me a slippery channel to fuck. Soft warmth enveloped my cock. The count of her heartbeat pulsed against my engorged shaft. Smiling, the minx leaned into in me before pulling back. I grunted, as my dick slid smoothly between her delectable tits. 

"Professor, you can't know how much I've missed you," Jessica purred, as she moved forward and back. "I've never been so anxious to get back to school before. Of course I'm going to miss our class together."

"Me too," I grunted, as I continued to spear my former student's chest.

"Not that I really went to class that often."

"You were a bad student."

"That's why I fucked you for a better grade."

"You were a bad student and a slut."

"I was usually too busy eating Shannon's cunt to show up," Jessica said, bouncing up and down. "But I always studied so hard for those oral exams of yours. Do you think I learned anything last semester?"

"Like what?"

"Perhaps like how to be a naughty, little cock slut...."

The pressure was building. My eyes fluttered as I fought to answer the question. A fog was descending. "Yesssss...."

Jessica spit again, further lubricating her breasts. "Oh Professor, I've been desperate and horny. I wanted to feel you against my skin, just like you are right now. I've wanted to hold your cock against me, until you couldn't take it anymore."  

"Yes...." I moaned, as I moved my hips. 

Since we had parted at the end of the last semester no woman had touched me. Instead, my memories had been my only nighttime comfort. While I had fucked so many of her friends, Jessica always was the pornographic centerpiece of those thoughts. I had missed her smile, her giggle, her scent, and her caress. 

"You have no idea Professor. I spent my entire break with my hands rubbing away in my panties thinking of you and your cock. I was so wet. My parents almost caught me a couple of times, and my sister walked in on me once. I think I fingered my pussy at every opportunity."

"Your sister?" I groaned, jabbing fast and hard.


More Oral After the Exam Ch. 01



"You like that Professor?" Jessica winked. 

"Oh god, fuck...."

"Naughty, naughty. I'll have to tell you about that story sometime, but later. She and I have gotten a lot closer. For now, Professor, just fuck my nasty, slutty, sorority girl tits."

With Jessica kneeling before me, commanding me to ravage her teenage body, every fantasy was being answered at once. All I felt was overload. My senses couldn't take it. I had dreamed too long and hard of this moment – the moment when she and I would be re-united. The sensation was too sweet. I had to give in; the desire to prolong the moment was a losing game. I knew that I wouldn't be able to refrain from shooting off for very long.

Winking wickedly, Jessica bent her head. Hot air cascaded over the mushroom tip of my cock. Her tongue curled in a wet flick. She dribbled saliva over my tip before moaning, "All that fucking spit running down your cock. It's so hot."

Jessica took another lick... 

Wrapped her red lips tight around my shaft...

Bobbed her head up and down...

And purred, "That's some divine dick, I'm loving every inch. My lipstick looks so fucking hot on your cock..."

And I was done.

Grabbing Jessica's head in my hands, I felt a rush and roar. Waves of pleasure burbled up and overtook me. My hips jabbed forward, driving my shaft deep into Jessica's throat. My hands clenched. Soft blonde locks passed between my finger tips. 

The orgasm was so quick; there was virtually no warning. I just grunted a guttural, "FUUUUCKK!!!" and a fiery rope of jism burst from my dick. My knees buckled and I nearly toppled over. Jets of thick cum erupted, splattering my teen princess in strands of gooey white. 

Gasping for air, I whipped my head around. A dull buzzing hummed in my ears. The weight and roar of the orgasm deadened my muscles. I gulped down oxygen, panting, as my hips jerked and twitched. My dick pulsed and throbbed as still more nut erupted from the tip.  

"Holy shit," I heard Jessica exclaim, before she giggled. I looked down. The coed cutie was a cum-splattered mess. Remnants of my explosion crisscrossed her face, neck, and tits. A couple of ropes of jizz had even landed in her blonde hair.

"I guess you were excited," she gushed. "I'm glad I took off my shirt. Professor, you got cum everywhere!"

I couldn't help but nod and grin dumbly. The orgasm had sapped my strength. I could barely stand. Instead, I stumbled backward and plopped down into my desk chair. 

Jessica licked her lips and scooped a load of cum off her tits. She raised her hand to her mouth and suckled on each of her fingers, one by one. The slut had no shame; she adored slurping up my spunk.

"Missed me?" Jessica asked, in between licks.

I couldn't help but grin. "What do you think?"

She laughed. "Well that was a HUGE load of cum, and my tits got quite a work out...."

"And that is just the beginning. Give me a moment and I'll have you bent over that desk begging to take my class over again. I'm betting that your little pussy is dripping wet."

"True, you know me too well, Professor," Jessica acknowledged, standing up. Her face, though, scrunched into a frown. "But that'll have to wait until later. I have class in, like, a couple minutes."

"But first let me get this," she said. 

Looking down, Jessica hefted her left breast to her mouth. The teen cutie gave it a long lick, cleaning up all lingering sperm. My breath stalled as I felt my cock twitch. She really couldn't be leaving, could she? I wondered if there was enough time for a round two quickie.

Jessica laughed and said, "Whoa, somebody is looking randy. Your dick is already hard again. You liked that?"

I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "Duh."

"You like me lapping up all your nasty cum off my tits? Just like this?" Jessica said as she gave her nipple a suck.

I couldn't resist. I wrapped my hand around my cock and began to stroke it lightly.

Jessica kept on talking, "I'm such a dirty girl and you made me even dirtier when you hosed me down with your spunk." 

Jolts of pleasure shot along my cock as I jerked to Jessica's filthy language.

"That was a big fucking load," she purred, voice dropping low. "You just sprayed me down everywhere. All I could do to get clean was to swallow it."

I moved my hand harder and faster. 

Jessica moved in close. Standing next to me, she bent down so she could speak directly into my ear. I could feel her warm breath as she whispered, "I loved watching you shoot and spray cum all over my face. So dirty. Oh it tasted so good, Professor."

I had cum just a few minutes ago. Now my cock was once again hard. My eyes became slits as I panted with need. 

Jessica continued, eyes wide with desire, "But I need something different. I want you inside of me. Can you pound my pussy? I need to feel you between my legs. It has been so long since I have had that hard, thick meat banging my pink, teenage hole. I crave your nut. I want to fucking feel you shoot your load inside my cunt."

There had to be time. Nothing happened on the first day of class anyway. Ever! I could grab My hips bucked as I stroked even harder. A dull buzzing filled my ears. Orgasm was imminent. 

Fuck yes! Jessica, throw her over my desk ass up, head down, tear her jeans over her fucking hips, and shove my rod inside of her sweet cunt. Hump and pump - the fuck would be brilliant. I wouldn't need long before I would explode deep within her pussy. Then Jessica, my nasty coed slut, would be forced to go to class with my nut dribbling from her recently-fucked quim. 

Jessica placed her hand on my wrist, stopping my movement. She said, "Oh no. Hold that thought, Professor. As much as I might totally want your cock, I can't handle it right now."

What? No... no... NO! This couldn't be true. I had to have Jessica's sweet, teen pussy. 

"I have to be a good little student," she joked. "I've got to go learn."

My face fell into a frown.

"Don't be a grumpy-puss, Professor. I'd rather save that cum," the blonde replied. 

Jessica put on her bra and halter-top and continued, "I know it's awful mean of me but can you deal with the blue balls?"

"You're a fucking cock tease," I murmured, letting a touch of laughter creep into my words.

"Awwwww... poor baby," she purred, "I know it's throbbing and painful. Later tonight stop by my room and I will totally make it up to you. I promise." 

"Yeah, ok," I sighed and gave her a reluctant thumbs-up.

"Cool," Jessica said, blowing me a kiss. "How do I look?"

While a little disheveled, my darling slut didn't look too much worse for wear. If I hadn't known any better I wouldn't have guessed that just a few minutes ago she was taking my jizz to her face. 

"Gorgeous," I said.

Except...

"Ummm... Jessica you've got a little something in your hair."

*****

Much of the rest of my day was spent doing typical beginning of the semester grad school stuff. I copied due dates into my planner, I created a grade database for my students; I cracked open my first book (and the second), and started doing the requisite reading. 

I was just getting ready to pack up when I heard a knock at my door. I looked up. My dissertation advisor, Professor Jen Endicott, was standing in the doorway. 

I hadn't seen Jen since the end of last semester. We'd also kept our distance over the final weeks of that term. Jen had not only been my professor, but also my lover. Or maybe fuck buddy would be a more accurate term? Whatever the case, we'd done the nasty and things had gotten weird...

...Especially after Jen learned that Jessica was in the picture. One day Jen had found Jessica and I in the library stacks (along with a luscious Latina playmate - what was her name again?) rutting against each other enthusiastically. Jen didn't react well to my after school activities, and since then my advisor and I had barely spoken.

Not sure where this conversation was going, I put on a happy face. I smiled and said, "You're all dressed up, Jen. You'd think it was the first day of class or something."

Jen Endicott was dressed in a smart, grey business suit. She looked good. The pinstripes complemented her slim figure. 

She smiled tightly back at me. "Mind if I come in?" she asked. 

I closed the book I had been reading and gestured at an office chair. Jen approached and sat down. I couldn't help but notice that she closed the door on the way to the chair.  

Jen stared at the floor. She looked unusually nervous. Instead of her typical poise and "I don't give a flying fuck" attitude, she was jittery and on edge. Something was eating at her and I could guess what. 

In situations like this one, I'd learned that the best policy was to remain quiet. I needed to let Jen talk. She obviously had something on her mind. If I interrupted her and forced the moment I could do a lot more harm than good. Besides, silence can be the best motivator. If one shuts up long enough the other person will feel the need to fill the space with words. Then who knows what goodies would come tumbling out.

And Jen was no different.

"Did you have a good semester break?" she asked.

I guess we could begin with meaningless small talk. "Sure," I replied. "It was ok. I got to go home for a little while and managed eat something other than Ramen for a few days. I saw the family and so forth. You?"

"Yeah, it was good..." Jen's voice trailed off. There was a long and agonizing silence. 

Then she looked up, shook her head, and sighed, "Fuck it. I just need to say it. I'm not sure I should be your advisor anymore."

I blinked and shrugged. "Really?"

"Yeah." 

"And why is that?"

Jen's eyes grew wide with disbelief. "Seriously? You need an explanation?"

"Yes," I replied. "I think I do."

"Ok," Jen said straightening herself up. "You screwed me, I sucked you off, and those two factors have compromised our teacher student relationship." 

"That's it?" I asked.

"Things changed when I took a load of your cum down my throat."

"I understand, but is this only about what has happened between us?"

"Yes. End of story."

"Bullshit." I spat. "If that was the problem we wouldn't have done it multiple times. You would have just called it off and moved on. I'm supposed to believe that this has nothing to do with the fact that you caught me fucking two undergrads in the library stacks?"

Jen quickly retorted, "You can believe whatever the fuck you want and you can fuck whomever you want. I don't care. We crossed a line that's dangerous and wrong. I just don't think we can work together."

"Again bullshit," I yelled. "You saw me banging those students and you got pissed, jealous even. And now I'm fucking screwed."

My voice echoed off the walls and I could feel myself losing control. If I kept this up I might say the wrong thing or even worse, someone might overhear. That wouldn't do. Instead, I breathed in trying to find my inner calm. I think at least to some extent, I succeeded. 

And that is when Jen leapt back into the fray, "What the fuck?!" she exploded. "Who are you? I thought I knew you. Do you need so badly to get your dick wet? There are always consequences! How did you know those girls? Were they your students?" 

"Jen, I'm not going to tell you...." 

Jen held up her hand and interrupted me, "Shut up. I don't even want to know." She then stood up and moved to the door. She continued, "Despite whatever I may have said, I knew that things would change between us. But really? How could you fuck things up this much?"

And with those words, Jen left my office. 

*****

I'm not sure how long I sat in there thinking about the yelling match with my advisor. She was right. I had fucked things up. My dick had been leading me around, imploring me to fuck any sweet young thing that moved. If Jen could catch me, so could somebody else. An administrator, a professor, heck another student – it didn't matter. With one slip I could be blackballed from academe. Then everything would be done. Disaster seemed like the inevitable result.

I ran my fingers through my hair and stretched. Despite my activities with Jessica earlier in the afternoon, I was tense. With the way this semester had already started off, there was incredible potential for things to get worse. Did I really want to deal with all the stress of last semester? I somehow needed to settle down and forget the coeds. I had to refocus on what was most important in my life – my schooling.

But then I got a text message from Jessica, "See U at 9. My room. Ready 2 fuck."

I sighed deeply. I couldn't help but grin. How did my life get so complicated?



That's all for chapter one. I have a few more stories ready to go. I will be posting them shortly. Let me know what you think. All suggestions are welcome....



More Oral After the Exam Ch. 02



My apologies for the second long hiatus. I am back to continue the second part of my "Oral Exam" storyline. I just miss the dirty stories too much to stay away.... This story follows after the first story in the second thread. If you haven't read the first series (or the first story in this series), I'd suggest that you stop here and go back. Don't worry! It has naughty bits too. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to Mykittystar for editing. I deeply appreciate your thoughts and encouragement. Otherwise, feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. I am not always sure myself. Keep your eyes open for the next installment. It will be up shortly. I have several more all set and ready to go (after a little more minor editing). Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

"Hey Professor. Ready to fuck?"

My eyes opened wide at the adorable, dark haired pixie standing in the doorway. She was wearing a grey school sweatshirt that was probably two sizes too large for her tiny frame. The fabric was big, bulky, and barely covered her ass. My eyes took a long, meandering look up and down her body for good measure. I was betting that this coed cutie wasn't wearing anything underneath that sweatshirt. 

"Wow," I chuckled, "I wasn't anticipating seeing you here tonight Shannon."

"Why not? I live here." At first I thought she was sassing me back, but then I realized from Shannon's blank expression that she was genuinely confused.  

"Good point," I replied, adjusting my words to Shannon's slightly slower speeds. "I had just expected to see Jessica, that's all. A couple of hours ago she texted me and asked me to come over."

"Oh totally, that's true."

"Is she here?'

"Yeah, she told me to get the door."

"Oh cool."

"But Jessica has been tied up ever since she texted you," Shannon said airily, before bursting with a fit of giggles.

I squinted, soaking up just how adorable this raven haired cutie really was. She may be petite, but damn did she have some wicked curves. "No problem, Shannon, I can wait. But girl, I must say, you look good tonight. It's been too long..."

"Since you fucked me?" Shannon interrupted. 

My words stopped cold. 

Shannon grinned, obviously enjoying throwing me off my game. She lifted a hand and played with a strand of her hair, twirling it absently as she started to talk. "I quite agree. I need to get boned. Hard."

Shannon paused for a long moment, waiting for a response that I couldn't formulate. I was too flabbergasted.

"My pussy won't just fuck itself," Shannon said, matter-of-factly. "Neither will Jessica's. So maybe you would like to come into our room?"

My jaw dropped open and I think I gave her the dopiest smile in the history of dopey smiles.

So Shannon batted her eye lashes and bulldozed on. Her tone was slightly conspiratorial, but she still didn't have any shame. "Of course we don't have to do that. We could totally continue to talk and talk and talk about how we are going to hook up with each other. Eventually though, I'd get so hot that I'd have to reach for your wiener and start blowing you right here in the hallway. And guess what Professor? That might, like, get me noticed, choking all over your fat dick. Oh yum! I can be such a slut sometimes."

Shannon picked up speed as she prattled on. Her face lit up, bursting with uncontainable excitement. She clapped her hands, punctuating her words and exclaimed; "Hey, I have an even funner idea. Oh I can't believe I'm going to say this, but perhaps you'd like all of my friends in the dorm to watch me giving you head? I could totally give lessons even."

I gasped. While I didn't believe she was serious, with Shannon one could never be sure.

Shannon looked at the startled expression on my face, erupted with laughter, and punched me lightly on the arm. "Just kidding, I'm totally playing with you. Jeez you're way too easy and such a perv, Professor." But before I too could entirely laugh off the moment, she leaned in and purred, "I still want to suck you cock, though." 

I had forgotten how naughty Shannon could be. I guess being a horndog slut had become a way of life for her. Her sorority had taught her well. Then I had a thought. Could I test her? Give her an "oral exam" of sorts?

"Ummmm..." I mumbled, calculating my response.

Shannon stepped back, cocked her head, and changed her tone. She'd had her fun. Her mind was now drifting. I could almost see a thought bubble appear over her head as she said, "I wonder if any of my girls are in your classes this semester." 

I looked both ways down the dorm hallway. 

There was no one coming from either direction. All of the doors around us were closed. The only sign of life was a thumping hip hop beat coming from about four rooms down.

So I did the unthinkable.

I grinned widely, locking eyes with Shannon. The raven haired beauty held my gaze. 

I could see no hesitation. Or fear...

And then I lowered my zipper.

Shannon's eyes widened: the brown beauties were as big as saucers. For an instant her breath caught. She shook her head and bit her lower lip. 

The slut was out of practice. She never dreamed that I would actually call her bluff. I remembered how last semester Shannon had knelt before me in a line up. She then slobbered excitedly all over my meat in a room packed with her sorority sisters. Her sisters were top-grade sluts too, of course: blowing somebody in front of a mob of friends was a mark of pride for those crazy chicks. The sorority orgy though, had still been performed at a private residence. An open dorm hallway where anyone might bumble upon us was a completely different matter. 

"No one is coming," I whispered.

Shannon turned her head in both directions to verify that we wouldn't have any on-lookers. I could see the trepidation in her face. The hall was still empty, but would it remain that way for long?

"Go for it," I said quietly. "Suck my cock." This time though, my voice had an edge. My words were not a plea or a suggestion: they were a command.

Shannon nodded and fell to her knees. Her tiny hand reached into my jeans and pulled out my stiffening shaft. I wasn't quite hard yet, but clearly the idea of getting head in the hall of a girl's dorm appealed to me. Shannon licked her lips once and then her mouth descended.

I knew that this girl wouldn't be able to resist the naughty thrill of blowing me in a public place. Really, I think most women want to perform and get caught. My multiple relations with the scrumptious college coeds had born out this theory. All their pussies got hotter than hell with the thought that they might accidentally be putting on a show. I wondered (not for the first time) if I could somehow do academic research on this topic. If so, would I have to change my grad degree to psych?

Shannon took about half of my monster in a single gulp. Her mouth was soft and warm. I couldn't help but groan as her tongue ran along the underside of my shaft. She paused there for a moment holding the position, before releasing herself with a sputter. 

We looked at each other and grinned. I don't think either of us believed that this moment was real. Were we really doing this?

Yes, we fucking were. Shannon wrapped her hand around my cock and began to stroke. She licked the tip and then hocked a big load of spit all over my dick. The moisture made everything slippery. But like a dutiful slut, Shannon worked the saliva into my skin.

Shannon smiled devilishly as she reached around and grabbed my butt with both hands. "Do it, Professor," she implored me softly. "It has been a long time and I need the cock. Shove that shit in soft, it'll get hard. Trust me. Fuck my face."

I shook my head and chortled demonically. Damn girl! I grabbed her hair in my hands, bunching it. I held the soft strands tightly so I could control the pace of the skull fucking. 

Then without further delay I pulled her onto my cock. 

Shannon took most of my meat on the first thrust. Her lips created a delicious suction. Saliva burbled up from her throat, coating the front of my jeans. I heard her gag. Feeling sorry for her, I took a step back so I could pull out. 

Shannon would have none of that. The slut clutched my ass tightly and forcibly pulled me back onto her face. She wanted it, damn it! No half-assed shit. Fair enough. I bucked my hips forward, stabbing my cock deeper. My skin scraped past her teeth. The friction stung a little, but I didn't care. 

I was deep in her throat and it was time for another thrust. My cock was now painfully erect. I pulled back and with a growl I roared forward. I wouldn't stop until my nuts were resting on Shannon's chin. Back and forth I went each time demanding a little more ground. 

Shannon was gagging. The noise coming from her throat sounded like a quacking duck. Drool was flowing freely. A long stringer dangled lewdly from her chin. 

And there it was. I was rock hard and fully buried in Shannon's throat. The dark haired slut had actually done it. Shannon might be a ditz, but she was one helluva cocksucker. Her nose was against my public bone; my balls were just below her chin. There was zero space between us. She held that pause: one, two, three, five, fifteen, and then a release. She let go of my ass and uncorked from my dick, gasping. 

Shannon looked a little different. Drool and saliva coated the bottom half of her face. The heat of our bodies smudged her mascara (which I hadn't noticed before) and made it drippy. Tears were forming around her eyes and her hair was a disheveled mess. But most interestingly, there was massive grin illuminating Shannon's pretty face.

Shannon kissed my dick lightly on the tip. 

"Ohh... nice cock," she murmured, as she stood up. She giggled lightly and wiped away the spittle from her face. "Oh Professor, that was so yummy. I can't tell you how much I needed that. Oh fuck, my coochie is tingling." 

With a flourish she pulled the sweatshirt over her head. I had been wrong. Shannon wasn't naked underneath. Rather she was wearing a silky, electric blue thong and that was all. 

There in the hallway of her dorm, this coed stood nearly naked and fully proud. Her tiny frame was tight and toned. Over the winter break I think Shannon had acquired a silver, dingly-dangly, belly button piercing. And those breasts. Soft and luscious, a little more than a handful, and capped by perfect strawberry-red nipples. Her tits were quite the sight to behold (as bare teenage tits almost always are). 

I stared at Shannon in unabashed wonder. In a heartbeat her demeanor had changed from a primal and needy slut to a saucy, playful nymph. She was such a fluid personality. Shannon liked to play follow the leader, but was still quite the temptress in her own right. 

"Ohmigawd!!! That was, like, such a treat," Shannon said, all bubbly and bouncy. She flipped her hair and continued, "The BJ certainly wasn't in the plan. But that's no biggie. I think she can deal for an extra minute or two."  

"She?"

"Oh silly," Shannon gushed, slapping me on the arm. She then explained, as if to a child, 

"C'mon. You know I mean my roomie. Jessica's been in all kinds of knots until she could see you."

Shannon bubbled over with giggles. I shook my head in disbelief at her ease over the situation.

And at that moment our good luck ran out. I guess it was inevitable. One can only stand naked in a semi-busy hallway for a little while before somebody happens along. 

In this case it was a girl coming from the showers. Wearing an old high school t-shirt and bulky boxers, she didn't look ready for company. The girl had a towel wrapped around her head and carried a bucket of shampoo and body wash. 

She was lost in her own thoughts. While the girl didn't see us at first, she stopped dead in her tracks about fifteen feet away. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. I guess we were a pretty unusual and jarring display. 

"Ummm... Shan," the girl stammered, as she turned an odd shade of purple. "Excuse me. I didn't mean... umm... yeah so, yeah..." 

I immediately averted my eyes and pulled my baseball cap further down my head. Why the fuck hadn't I worn sunglasses like I did last time I came to the dorm? Of course my cock was still proudly protruding from my pants and dripping with fresh saliva.

Shannon squealed and dove behind me, trying to block her obvious nudity with my body. 

"Ellie, wow, fuck," Shannon exclaimed. 

Just moments ago Shannon had been all confidence and bravado. That façade was shattered. While she might enjoy playing like an über-slut, the situation had spun too far, too fast. Shannon had never seemed comfortable thinking on her feet: and this would certainly be the kind of situation that would test even the most unflappable of individuals. The dark haired pixie was rendered senseless. In response, all she could do was curse and make a strangled gasp. 

Ellie, as I now knew her, regained her composure and closed the distance between us. 

"Sorry guys, umm I'm just going to my room," she said, her words tumbling from her lips in a nervous jumble. "Excuse me. If I could just scoot by... Shit. No problem, though. Don't worry about it. It happens all the time. I'm sure I'll forget all about it. I don't even know what I saw."

I snorted. I couldn't help myself. The situation was just so goddamn ridiculous. This poor girl was just out for a shower and she bumbled on two nearly naked pervs getting frisky in her dorm hallway. At least she wasn't yelling and threatening anything serious.

Holy fuck!

As she passed us Ellie's gaze drifted downward and landed directly on my cock! A private smile crept across her face as she licked her lips. She twittered lightly and then met my eyes for the briefest of moments. Ellie wasn't trying to hide at all. Quite the opposite actually; this chick was actively checking out my cock. She started to speak, but thought better of it. Instead she bit her lip and threw her head back as if to ask the heavens "why?"

Seeing that Ellie hadn't gone berserk, I looked at her dead in the face and shrugged my shoulders. For an instant her forehead scrunched in thought. Then she went white, took a deep breath, and averted her eyes again. 

How puzzling! Ellie quickly walked off and turned to her room, just a little further down the hall. She held up her hand and gave us a backwards wave. Ellie wiggled her fingers and said, "Nice Shan, very nice. You two lovebirds have a pleasant evening." And then she was gone.   

Shannon, who was hyperventilating, let go of my arm (damn she had nails!) and fell against the door jam. "What the fuck?!" she blurted. "Right here? Whoa."

Really? Really, really??? I could only throw up my arms and say, "What did you think was going to happen? We were out in the open! At least she didn't catch us while you were blowing me."

"Oh fuck!" Shannon exclaimed, as her eyes became saucers. I don't think that possibility had occurred to her yet. The bubble floating around her head had finally popped. 

She sprung, grabbing my collar, and roughly tugging. Shannon was a tiny thing but still had some impressive muscles. Floundering off the adrenaline rush, we wobbled together into the sanctuary of her dorm room. Shannon closed the door, flipped the lock, and breathed an audible sigh of relief.

I fell to the floor. Sweet exhilaration poured out of me. Shannon and I had passed through the shit and emerged clean on the other side. It was pretty clear that Ellie, while thrown, wouldn't report our extra-curricular activities. If anything she was amused or turned on. Our encounter would just be chocked up to another silly escapade in a college dorm. I couldn't help but laugh, long and deep. The rumble built inside my chest and just kept going until my sides hurt. What an evening! And I was pretty sure that things hadn't even really begun to get started. 

Of course Jessica was waiting and ready.

Obviously, the ladies had put a lot of thought into this evening. 

The girls had moved their bunk bed to the center of the room so that it could be accessed freely from all angles. The aroma of vanilla hung thickly in the air. Jessica, who lay face down on the bed, was dimly lit by a flickering backdrop of just a few candles. 

My coed cutie was clothed in virginal white. Jessica was a dream in stockings, a garter belt, and a corset. There were no panties. Her arms and legs were tied with loose pink ribbons to the four corners of the bed, putting her most private girl parts into full and open view. A sleep mask blindfolded her, and Jessica's long blonde hair was pulled into a single, lustrous ponytail. 

Most startling though, Jessica couldn't speak. There was a ball gag in her mouth.  

If possible, my raging hard-on got even harder.     

The humor was broken. The image of Jessica bound and gagged changed the scene. Suddenly the world became very still. The beating of my heart echoed in my ears. My dream girl was there waiting and anxious, yet still and patient. I knew what this meant. 

While hot, this bondage wasn't about kink. Jessica had relinquished control and was giving herself to me, completely. She possessed total trust. My dream girl was bare before me, presenting me with the most beautiful and personal gift I could imagine. 

Shannon moved in close behind me. Her naked flesh pressed hotly against my body. I was still on the floor, so the dark haired beauty leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Professor, she wanted this," Shannon said. "This was all her idea; I don't think Jessica has thought about anything else for the last month. She was so desperate. She begged me to help her."

I was still stunned. "Thank you, Shannon."

"There are some naughty goodies over there on my desk. Jessica doesn't know anything about them. It'd be like a total hot surprise if you used them on her while she's all tied up like that. It'd drive her nuts trying to figure out what's going on. I'm betting the bitch would squirm everywhere." Shannon giggled, softly. "I'd like that."

I rolled my eyes and smiled sagely.

"By the way, don't think I didn't get mine out of the deal," Shannon smirked. "Jessica more than paid me off. But she also told me I could totally watch if that's ok with you? What do you say?"

I must have paused too long, dumbstruck by the vision before me because Shannon added, "Pleeeeeease?"

"Would it be ok to just watch? This is our first time together since last semester. I'd like this to be about her and me."

Shannon stood on her tip-toes and nibbled on my earlobe. Her hot breath cascaded down my neck, sending a shiver along my spine. One hand slid under my shirt until she found my nipple. 

Clutching the nub between her forefinger and thumb she gave it a light pinch. I couldn't help but moan.

And then Shannon spoke so softly that her words were like a desert breeze. "Anything you like Professor, for now..."

Shannon slowly withdrew and sauntered across the room. Her perfect ass swayed with total comfort and utter confidence. She knew I was watching, memorizing every curve to her tiny frame. In the corner, Shannon settled into a bean bag chair propped up against the wall. Legs spread lewdly she nibbled nervously on one of her fingernails. She nodded and gave me a wink. I had no doubt that she would make herself cum. It was time for me to move on to Jessica.

I stood up and crossed the floor. I saw the items Shannon had mentioned. She had laid out quite an assortment of possible pleasure devices: ice in a bucket, whipped cream, a couple of dildos, a belt, baby oil, a wash cloth, lotion, a hairbrush, two fabric swatches (one silk and the other burlap), honey, three clothespins, a teddy bear, chocolate syrup, a feather, and a math text book (?). I grinned. I would be hard pressed to find a use for all of these items. I would have to pick and choose carefully. 




More Oral After the Exam Ch. 02



Where to begin?

Not saying a word, I picked up the brush and ran it through Jessica's long, blonde ponytail. 

My girl was a princess and deserved to be treated accordingly. I brushed in slow, deliberate strokes working her locks from top to bottom. The bristles moved smoothly through her hair. There were no tangles or knots just a beautiful, shiny mane.   

I moved Jessica's blonde hair to the side and flipped the brush over. Satisfied that she had been properly pampered, it was now time to change my tone. Jessica would shift (quite willingly) from princess to slut. 

Starting at the space between her shoulder blades I ran the hard, smooth plastic against her skin. The muscles in her back rippled at the brush's touch. Jessica had no idea where this first act was going, but I knew that mystery was intoxicating.

I moved the brush down her spine, over the corset, through the small of her back, and eventually up to the top of her ass. I performed this action at an excruciatingly slow rate three times (the second was brush side down). I needed her to tingle over every lingering sensation. 

With the hairbrush resting against the round and fleshy globes of Jessica's booty, I was sure that she expected a spanking to quickly follow. 

Indeed, she was a perfect target. Her ass was delightfully firm and ripe. But surprise is sometimes an end unto itself. Why satiate an appetite when the burn is so delicious? The tease was a chasm that could only grow from this point.

So I set down the brush and picked up an ice cube. I put it in my mouth for a moment, just to get it wet. I wanted the ice to be dripping from the first touch on her skin. Jessica would hopefully take her cue from the frozen liquid. I wanted her to melt. I needed her to settle in a puddle of her own juices. 

Holding the ice cube between my fingertips, I placed it at the base of her neck. Jessica shuddered at the touch of cold, but didn't make a sound. Very good. Time to add another. 

Two more cubes quickly followed, each one placed on a shoulder. Jessica twitched slightly at the burning cold. Rivulets of water dripped down her back, causing her tanned skin to glisten in the dim candlelight. 

I held a fourth cube and ran it over Jessica's golden skin. First, I brushed her arms, then her forehead, and finally her lips. 

But I wasn't done; two more cubes were shoved down her corset between her breasts. I palmed a final, smallish cube and held it tight to the entrance of her teen pussy. 

Jessica writhed on the bed. She squirmed and arched her back deliciously as multiple sources of cold burned into her skin. Her cunt was blazing. The ice quickly melted, adding more liquid to the growing puddle between her legs. Meanwhile, the ice on her back had become three small pools. 

I wanted to gauge Jessica's desire, so I dipped a finger inside of her honey pot. I slid in easily with a soft, crinkly sound. While still tight, there was almost no resistance. She was absolutely soaking wet. 

When I tried to remove my finger, she moaned through the gag and moved her ass back. I was amused; she was really fucking horny. No dice though, Jessica. It was time to move on.

Instead, I pulled my finger completely out of her pussy and moved around to the front of the bed. I leaned down and blew gently into her ear. The touch of my breath cut right through her prone body. My presence scorched her skin. 

She quaked with obvious lust and had no place to put it; she wriggled against her binds, enslaved to a fever that couldn't be articulated or sated. 

This was not a new lust. Jessica had been simmering for some time. She wanted more than anything to boil over. I wondered how long she had been tied down. With Shannon in charge, it could have been since the text message a couple of hours ago. 

Let's begin this in earnest, I thought. I was still fully - and painfully - erect. Clothes were an annoyance now. I tugged my shirt over my shoulders before stripping off my pants. I finally stepped out of my boxers leaving me completely naked.  

Jessica had helped me bust a nut earlier that afternoon. Then shortly afterward she worked me up to the brink a second time. She was such a sexy slut I couldn't help but to succumb to a fresh erection. Just as I was hard and desperate to fuck, she begged off telling me that she had to leave. With a girlish giggle and a wave she was gone, gone, fucking gone. Whether the blonde cutie really needed to rush to class or she just enjoyed the sadistic pleasure of being a tease (probably a little of both); she had left me with a merciless case of blue balls. 

Shannon and her exhibitionistic desires had revved me up anew. My cock had gotten excruciatingly hard shortly after she popped it into her mouth. The incident with Ellie, while terrifying, had done nothing to diminish my erection (I guess I have my own exhibitionist streak). Now I had Jessica bound and gagged, splayed out before me like the Devil's buffet. 

And I needed some fucking relief.

I decided to break the silence. "Oh dear, what did you get yourself into?" I murmured softly. Jessica trembled at the sound of my voice. "What did you get yourself into?"

Holding my cock at the root, I stood in front of Jessica. I touched my dick, just the tip, to her forehead. Her body tensed and I could hear her sigh through the ball gag. 

"That is my cock Jessica. But you know that, don't you? Last semester, when you were my student, you sucked and fucked it from every angle. Doing so got you an "A." Now it's just a hair's breadth from your mouth. Think about how good it would taste." 

I picked up the belt and cracked the leather so that it resonated with a loud snap. Jessica tensed and twitched. She hadn't expected the jarring incongruous crackle of leather on leather. Good. 

I held the belt by the buckle and dangled it over her ass, touching it briefly against her skin. Again Jessica shuddered, but only half as powerfully as when I flicked the leather strap against her shapely buttocks. 

Once, twice, three times I smacked the belt against Jessica's ass. 

From past experience, I knew that Jessica's carnal cravings would be inflamed by the sharp crackle of a good spanking. I didn't hit her too hard (hurting Jessica was the furthest thing from any of my desires), just enough to warm her up. 

After each "thwack" I grabbed the meaty flesh of her butt. The skin became hotly crimson where the belt landed. I'd then give that darling, supple globe of her ass a brief comforting rub to ease the sting. The sharpness would diminish. And then it would be time for another spanking. 

As I raised my arm for a fourth swing, a deep and resonant bonging flared from the speakers behind me. The repetitive, tinny sound was reminiscent of an alarm clock. Quickly that noise fell away and was replaced by a driving electronic rhythm. A third sound then was mixed into the beat followed by a shattering explosion of drums. 

I grinned and looked back at Shannon. At my startled reaction, she put her hand over her mouth to contain yet another fit of giggles. 

Then she cranked up the volume. Shannon had searched her Ipod and selected the perfect song for this moment, "Smack My Bitch Up," by Prodigy. 

I shook away my disbelief at Shannon's audacity and steeled my back. I gave into the music. Now the driving rhythm moved me. A rumbling depth of bass echoed in my chest. My arm rose and fell to the beat. Jessica's ass danced under my ministrations, perfectly in time with the music. She was still silent because of the ball gag, but I could almost envision her moaning in syncopation with the siren's call in the song. Together their voices would curl upward, winding together and fully interlink. The two women would soar higher and higher to a gossamer crescendo of feminine delight. And on the edge of the knife...

"Smack my bitch up!"

I dropped the belt on the floor and moved to the front of the bed. I released the ball gag and pulled it from Jessica's mouth. She gasped and sputtered, before releasing a keening wail, 

"YEEEESSSSSS!!!"

My hands were on either side of her head. Jessica moaned again at my firm and directing touch. I stepped forward. My cock pressed against her mouth. The tip grazed her lips ever so slightly. Would she take it in? 

Was it even a question?

Jessica wriggled and scooted on her stomach, moving forward as much as the loose bindings will allow. I backed up, playfully. She smiled broadly as tears of joy streamed down her face. 

Jessica opened wide, licking her lips. 

"Please, please, please, oh please Professor," she whined. "Don't move away. I have to have your cock. Gimme... I must.... I'll be soooooo good." The slut was telling the truth; her deepest being craved my cock. Her body was wracked with anticipation. And then in the ultimate plea, Jessica formed her mouth into a perfect "O" and waited... 

But again I wasn't going to play her game. 

She had handed control over to me: I would be the one dictating the rules tonight. Jessica expected me to fuck her face. I couldn't give her the satisfaction of predicting my moves. 

Instead the unexpected was required. It was time to change holes.

I tapped my cock three times against Jessica's face and moved behind her. Shannon caught my attention as I changed positions. She was slumped in the bean bag chair sans thong. 

Her left hand was buried in her crotch; a small pink vibrator was humming away on top of her clit. A stereo remote control was clutched in her other hand. Shannon's eyes were half closed, as she gave into a wave of sensation. I gave her a nod. She licked her lips and returned me a distracted thumb's up. 

Seeking to surprise Jessica, I leapt onto the bed. I positioned myself between the blonde's legs, grabbed her hips roughly, and tugged them upward. She groaned, deep and guttural, as I dug my fingertips into the tender flesh of her still smarting ass. Her cunt beckoned to me. Wide open and leaking, a pool of pussy juice had gushed onto the dorm regulation bed sheet. Her entire torso had been resting in an enormous wet spot. Fuck she was turned on! I am not sure if I had ever seen her so juicy. 

If I wanted to maintain surprise I needed to act quickly. Thinking wasn't necessary. One thrust and my meat was sheathed inside Jessica's slippery cunt. There was almost zero resistance. A slight spray of pussy juice coated my pelvis as I plummeted into her depths. Waves of pleasure echoed over me. For the first time in over a month I was submerged in pure, liquid warmth.

How could I have lived so long without this amazing pussy? Our joining flooded me with memories. I felt every touch anew. Jessica's pussy was too good. It held me tight, clutching my dick. The walls of her teenage snatch fluttered, prompting my eyes to roll back in my head. Fuck, Jessica had been doing Kegel exercises. 

Prodigy ended and the song changed. A less menacing brand of electronic dance music blared from Shannon's speakers. This time Justin Timberlake implored Jessica and I (and I guess Shannon too) to, get our "sexy on." Preach on brother!

Inspired by the music, I leaned forward and bore down on doggie-style Jessica. My arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight to me. My chest touched her back so that I could nibble on her ear. Our sweat mingled, soaking her corset, as we were consumed by a ferocious heat.

"Beat it up," Jessica groaned, as she felt my weight press down upon her. "Now really fucking put some ass into it."

I was glad that I had spent the winter months doing flexibility exercises at the gym. I was able to move my hips so that I could bang 

Jessica from a downward angle – both as a thrust and as a grind. About every fifth or sixth stroke I changed up the angle, swiveling my hips in a circular pattern for variety. 

Back and forth I went, sliding my dick in and out of her body. While she was tight, movement was still easy. Fuck, Jessica's eighteen year old pussy was so wet and slippery. 

I pinched her nipple and then gave her tit a slap. 

Jessica's response was electric, "Oh yes..... God!!! That pussy is getting beat up. That's the way it should be. I don't want to be able to walk later!"

I spanked her ass three times in rapid succession. Jessica's muscles tightened, straining against the bindings holding her in place. She was fucking me back as hard as I was screwing her. 

Not one to hold back my blonde, coed cutie screamed, "Thrust me onto that dick. Pound that pussy. Take it. It is yours to take. Just take it. I'm such a whore.... Ooooohhhh.... I like it when just grab on like that. Just taking it. 

You can have my pussy. I'm such a whore you can have it anytime you want. Just FUCK meeeeeeee...." 

The torrent of sex seized me. This was one in a million fuck, a fornication for the ages, and a reunion of our loins. Cumming was beside the point. I'd held off all day. Hell, I hadn't had a screw in over a month. No matter how good Jessica's twat felt, I couldn't just shoot my load. That would be too easy and more than a little pathetic. No, I needed to dig in, to drive forward, and to pummel the shit out of Jessica's sweet, goddamn pussy. 

And so I did. I swallowed, steeling my breath. Biting my lips, I dug deep for the strength to resist the inevitable orgasm. 

Somewhere inside of me I found it. I could harness that Zen with a simple mantra: fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck....

Lady Gaga, Buckcherry, and Flo Rida. Shannon played the DJ mix master and invisible third party to our tantric rutting. With every new tune, I could almost feel the dark haired pixie scratching my back, cradling my balls, and licking up fuck juices. She was thrusting her roommate and me in a new direction with every song choice. The music commanded a visceral reaction from me. I couldn't help but adjust the tempo and rhythm of the fuck to Shannon's whim.   

The whole room smelled of sex. The tang of Jessica's succulent pussy hung thickly in the air. The slapping, squelching sound of skin-on-skin (occasionally punctuated by an ass-slap) made a lewd, counter-beat to Shannon's sexually overloaded musical selections.

Jessica was flat on the bed and completely beyond words. I towered over her, clutching both ass cheeks in my hands, as I continued to drill her cunt without mercy. For the last several minutes she spoke in an endless litany of garbled groans and grunts, until she finally collapsed under a spasming form of pre-language. Tapping into a bestial spirit, Jessica became Neanderthal. Raw sensation of cock and pussy was her only truth.

And then I wriggled my index finger up Jessica's ass. My second knuckle popped past her sphincter and... 

Explosion!!! 

A violent orgasm, perhaps the most powerful I had ever seen, seized my teenaged cock-slut. Jessica quaked and shook: every muscle in her body tensed. I watched her neck strain as she whipped her head from side to side. Her blonde hair wildly smacked my face as it twirled through the air.

I pounded my way through Jessica's orgasm and then through three small, additional quakes. A thick coat of sweat covered us both. Jessica lay limply on the bed. Her moans were now a dull hum. She couldn't even spend enough energy to grunt properly. And now I was almost ready to cum myself.

The whole evening had been hot and sexy. Finding Jessica tied up, blindfolded, and gagged would be a great memory for a lifetime. But I didn't want our first time together again to end this way. Call me a hopeless romantic but I wanted to be able to stare into her eyes as I finally filled my darling slut up with cum.

Springing from the bed, I withdrew my cock from Jessica's pussy. She let out a soft whine, but otherwise lay back inert. 

I looked over at Shannon and commanded, "Help me." For a moment, she looked confused (the vibrator was now two-thirds of the way inside her cunt), but then she smiled knowingly and nodded. Together Shannon and I undid the pink ribbons around Jessica's ankles and wrists. I also removed the blindfold. A smile crept to my face, watching her blink away the total darkness. Fuck, she was adorable.

Jessica was now free to move, but still lay completely motionless on the bed. Shannon gave me brief hug. I could feel my cock boring into her flat, hard body stomach.

Shannon stood on her toes and whispered into my ear, "Take her, Professor. Cum inside her. Jessica wants it so very badly. She is yours. I'll get mine later." I gave Shannon's ass a playful squeeze and she released me with a squeal. 

I walked to the side of the bed and grabbed Jessica around the waist. Gently I flipped her over. Without any additional delay I got on top of the bed and maneuvered between Jessica's legs. I fisted my cock and prepared to return home. Her cunt was swollen and red from pounding abuse. Poor girl! No more. Right now would be different: Jessica would see a final side of me. 

Once again, I was awash in Jessica's pussy. 

Without thought she opened herself to me. She welcomed me inside, eagerly accepting everything that I had to give. All I felt was an incredible wetness and heat. Her sugary, sweet walls were like velvet clutching my cock. 

Wanting to feel my skin against hers, I laid down on top of Jessica. I pulled her close, kissing her neck. I lightly nibbled on her skin causing her to mew contentedly underneath my weight. The salty sweetness of our combined sweat crystallized on my tongue. Instinctually her legs wrapped around me, locking around my thighs. Our hips bucked against each other seamlessly as her hands clawed at my back.

We were inspired. The fever was amplifying. A white ball of heat raged inside my skin. It kept expanding and expanding threatening to consume me. I would give in to that burning bliss very shortly, as Jessica already had. 

Yet one thing was still paramount. This moment could be perfect. 

Breathing deeply, I opened my eyes. I looked down at Jessica, to see her returning my gaze. Her eyes were wide open and pleading. 

Inside of her I could sense something as deep and yearning as the fire threatening to engulf me. This ultimate truth was resonant to my core. The maxim was so very simple: she wanted me, oh God yes... Jessica wanted me. 

"Kiss me," I cried.

Jessica broke into beatific grin and then pursed her lips expectantly. The kink and bondage were forgotten. They were façade, a mask to shelter us from staring too blindly into the sun. No. We were two lovers waiting desperately. Self was subsumed in an underlying meaning of connectivity. This moment was inevitable. We could only crash into each other. 

The gap between us closed in a heartbeat. 

Her cherry lips mashed against mine. Our tongues intertwined. We were joined, perfect, and resolute. Life was sunlight and rainbows; somehow we had found each other. Again. 

And now I could cum.

My seed burst into Jessica in several frantic spurts. Her body welcomed me, drinking in every drop. Jet after jet of cum filled her greedy pussy. I gasped and thought; too perfect - this moment is too perfect.



More Oral After the Exam Ch. 03



I am back to continue the second part of my "Oral Exam" storyline. The dirty stories too much to stay away.... If you haven't read the first series (or the first two stories in this series), I'd suggest that you stop here and go back. Don't worry! They have naughty bits too. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to Mykittystar for editing. I deeply appreciate your thoughts and encouragement. You've really made this something special. Otherwise, feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. I am not always sure myself. Keep your eyes open for the next installment. It will be up shortly. I have several more all set and ready to go (after a little more minor editing). Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

My eyes fluttered open.

I had drifted off. I looked over at the clock: 10:03 p.m. Good, it wasn't too late; I had a little more time to relax. I would lie here for another hour or two holding Jessica. Around midnight I would get up, kiss my blonde paramour on the forehead, scribble a tender nothing on a scrap of paper, and then skulk back to my apartment. Traffic in and out of the girl's dormitory would be minimal after the witching hour. Given a little luck, nobody would see me on the way out. I could then drive home without being noticed.

There was a tingling in my left arm where it had fallen asleep. I turned my head to look over at Jessica. Her beauty freshly struck me. Blonde hair fell loosely over her eyes, granting her a sleepy and carefree demeanor. A wistful and slightly jaunty smile curled up from her mouth. 

The girl was already awake and she seemed pleased that I had regained my own sense of consciousness. 

"Have a nice nap, Professor?" she asked playfully. I could sense a faint tinge of laughter around the edge of her voice. 

I grinned a bit sheepishly, remembering all of the naughty things we had just done a few hours before. Every time I thought about sex with Jessica I felt my blood pulse with a nervous jolt. No matter how many times I found myself in bed with this gorgeous, eighteen-year-old, former student of mine, I never quite got used to the thought. I always felt like someone was about to pinch me and I would then wake up from the X-rated fairy tale I had been living. Jessica was just that stirring, lovely, and beautiful. 

I stretched and said, "Be quiet and come here so I can kiss you." I tried to roll onto my side, but I felt something hold me back at the wrist. 

I wriggled my other arm and I was restrained there too. 

Jessica and I had reversed roles. The ribbons that had bound her were now wrapped around my wrists. I was tied to the bed frame.

"Ummmm Jessica..." I questioned, letting my words drift off.

"Don't look at me Kemosabe. I didn't do that to you," she replied, giving me a chaste peck on the forehead for emphasis. "I would never dream of causing trouble. I've just been lying here, totally innocent, and waiting for a giant smooch. I've kissed you. But you don't seem to be making a move. Are you saying that you don't want to kiss me, Professor?"

I could feel the tease behind her words. Jessica may not have been the culprit, but she certainly was enjoying my predicament. Women. 

A glob of cool liquid drizzled onto my chest. Instead of running off me, it formed an odd viscous mound that stayed firmly in place. I turned my head to the right to see Jessica's roommate Shannon standing next to the bed. The tiny, dark haired tart was completely naked and double-fisting a bear-shaped honey bottle. Her eyes were wide with amusement over the trick she had clearly just pulled.

"Wakey, wakey," Shannon said in a giddy, sing song voice. "You've had long enough to sleep."

"Really?" I asked, blinking my eyes. I was still coming to terms with the current situation. 

"Yuppers," Shannon said her voice bright with sunshine. "It's time to get all sticky. I'm a little surprised that you didn't use all the goodies I laid next to the bed for you. Since you didn't, like, use them on Jessica, I totally get to use them on you."

"Is that how it works?" I asked. 

Shannon gave me a massive grin. "It does when you are all tied up and can't do shit about it."

I chuckled and nodded my head. "I guess so," I replied. "Do your worst then; wicked woman!"

Shannon squeezed the bottle again, drizzling more honey onto my chest. When satisfied with the skin to honey ratio, she tossed the bottle over her shoulder. Both of her hands went to my pecs. She flexed her fingers, working the sticky goo into my skin. 

Shannon leaned down and I could feel her breath on my nipple. She extended her tongue and wriggled it back and forth. "Mmmmmm.... So sweet and yummy," she purred. "Would you like a taste Jessica?"

My blonde goddess was now lying on her side, with her head propped up and resting on one arm. For a moment I could see her weighing her options. Then she said, "Nope. I'm good right now. I'd rather just watch. But have at him Shan, he's all yours for right now."

Sinister Shannon giggled evilly. She would take unmitigated advantage of my tacit compliance. 

I gulped.

Sucking first one nipple to erection and then the other, Shannon was getting me turned on. The blood was beginning to rush, causing my member to throb. I was half hard, but if Shannon kept up her sex play it wouldn't be long before I was in a turgidly engorged state. I had already cum twice that day (first on Jessica's tits and a second time in her pussy), but I knew that my hard-on would be rising for a third (and possibly a fourth) time. 

The dark-haired minx clamped her teeth over my nipple. She ground them lightly together, emitting a growl. While I winced slightly in pain, I couldn't deny that the feeling wasn't pleasurable.

Satisfied that she had gotten my full attention, Shannon bounded onto the bed and straddled me while standing up. As she towered over me I had a perfect view of her petite pussy. Shannon squatted, bringing her bare muff (except for a landing strip) just a few inches from my face. 

"I call her my Kitty Cat or my Meow Meow. Isn't she pretty?" she asked strumming her clit.

I snorted. Even when she was being sexy as hell, Shannon could be fucking ridiculous. 

"It's true. She really does call it that," Jessica deadpanned, seemingly completely serious. I could hear, hidden under her tone however, that she shared my amusement.

Shannon was oblivious. My view was incredible; her puffy pussy looked like two perfectly tasty peach halves. I knew that I could munch on them all night long and still never get enough. 

Reaching between her legs, Shannon spread her cunt lips. The girl was so deliciously pink and juicy. "This tasty Kitty is right here waiting. She needs petting. But I bet she will taste even better with some of that Redi-Whip over there. Jessica would you hand that can to me?"

"Ummmm.... Sure thing Shannon." Jessica was perplexed by Shannon's request, but that didn't stop her from complying.

"Ok. Thanks. Good. Now I just need to shake, shake, shake, shake that shit up," she squealed, wiggling both her butt and the can of whipped cream. I licked my lips as I watched her juicy pussy dance above my face.

Jessica's roommate opened the can and carelessly tossed the cap to the floor. "Oopsy, my bad. I've been a messy girl. But I think I'm, like, going to get even messier. Maybe even downright dirty," she said. Holding the can's nozzle just above her clit, she pushed down. With a whoosh, Shannon's cunt was covered with a mound of frothy whipped cream.

"Now fucking eat me, Professor," Shannon demanded.

What could I do? I was tied down and completely helpless. Shannon was holding me hostage, so I had to obey her whims; I couldn't do anything to stop her from grinding her drooling cunt all over my face. The teen slut could rub her girl cum all over me whether I liked it or not. My decision was already made. I steeled my spine to my fate: if I had to dine on Shannon's sweet, teen pussy then I guess that was the "terrible" price I was willing to pay for my eventual freedom. 

Normally I like to begin with a lot of foreplay when I eat a woman out. I don't think one can ever spend "too much" time prepping a pussy for action. I would begin with some blowing, switch to gentle caresses, move up to nibbling, and eventually graduate to full-blown licking. This time though, was different. I wasn't in control, so I had to move at Shannon's speed. 

Shannon skipped all of the pleasantries and sat right on my face. 

I was smothered in slick, teenage cunt. 

Intoxicated by her scent, my tongue went right to the heart of her honey-pot. Sugary whipped cream mixed lusciously with pussy juice. This was a sinfully naughty flavor combination that I would have to revisit later. 

I rotated my tongue in a swirl. A stream of cum exploded in my mouth. My chin was bathed in a gorgeous torrent of Shannon's juices. Her arousal had been building for some time. She squeaked and then ground her clit harder against my nose. The crescendo would probably not be too far off.

Not surprisingly, Shannon continued to babble at me as she rode my face, "Fuck, I've been more than patient all evening. Does that pussy taste like candy? Although Jessica ate me out before you got here, naughty, nasty boy, I was still fucking horny, you know? Mmm hmmmnn... So you got here and I had to watch you two fuck and that made things even worse. Yes, that's it... Eat my whipped creamed cunt! Your tongue is... Oh my... Sure I got to use my vibe but that ain't the same as the real thing, especially when I can see it boning my roomie over there. And sucking your cock always gets me wet too."

Jessica raised a curious eyebrow and chimed in, "Suck his cock? When did you find time to do that?"

"I did it while we were out in the hall. He just whipped out his schlong and I got on my knees."

"In the hallway? Really?"

"Sure," Shannon quipped, her voice brimming over with pride. "No big deal. But ummm... Ellie saw us. She was coming back from the shower."

Jessica was surprised, "She saw you blowing him in the hallway, Shan?"

I took that moment to point my tongue like a torpedo and plunge it even deeper inside of Shannon's tasty twat. 

Shannon was surprised by my fresh rally. 

Instinctually her hands slipped into mine, interlocking our fingers. Palm to palm, her grip tightened and released matching the tempo of my tongue. Shannon bucked against my face and exclaimed, "Shit. That's good... Oh what? Did ummmm... Jessica?"

Jessica understood that her roommate was loosing focus. She asked Shannon her question again, this time measuring her words more carefully, "Did Ellie see you giving the Professor a blowjob?"

Shannon tightened her thighs around my head. The slut quivered as the flow of her body quickened. Honey leaked from her cunt like a spigot. An orgasm was imminent. 

"No, but I... I don't think she, what I mean is, totally saw anything. You know with his thing... That's so good. Afterwards. Sooooooo good. EAT ME!!!"

I was covered in darkness. My entire world was cunt. It was a strange sensation, being a critical participant while also being sidelined from the panorama. Sure Shannon was cumming, but I was unable to view what was transpiring directly above me. I could feel her quake, but the specifics were lost to me. This feeling was new and odd. There was something incredibly intimate in this moment. Shannon was using me. 

I was a sex toy, a naughty device with a tongue. I was there for stimulation, but otherwise I had no real choice in the matter. She controlled her direction and speed. I had to respond as her pussy ground against my face. Every moment was hers; I was just along for the ride.

Jaggedly, Shannon writhed against me. She squirmed and panted, bucking against my face with an unleashed fury. I breathed in her scent, drawing it in deeply, washing myself in her passion. She screamed in ecstasy. Were there words? I couldn't tell. Her thighs were pressed too tightly against my ears.

After several spasms Shannon fell from her perch. She slid limply backward between the headboard and me. The top of my head was resting against her steaming muffin. I knew her pussy lips were spread open and bare. How unladylike! 

But Shannon didn't give a fuck; she had just come. 

Jessica was the first one to speak. With a mild touch of concern she asked, "Shan, are you ok?"

Shannon panted for a long moment then replied with a brash and enthusiastic, "Fuck yeah!"

"Oh my Gawd, girl! That was amazing. You two were totally hot," Jessica gushed. "But you know Shan, I think the entire dorm might have heard you. You were screaming pretty loud."

Shannon giggled and dismissively said, "Wouldn't be the first time. Whatever..."

"Are you all good now, baby girl?" Jessica asked, wistfully stroking Shannon's calf.

Shannon snorted. "No," she said dismissively. 

Tousling my hair, she leaned forward. She slapped me twice with her tits and then bent down. Instead of kissing me, the naughty slut traced my face with her tongue. And the girl was sloppy; she licked me all over like a cat to milk.

The dark haired beauty declared, "I do taste like candy." She smacked her lips loudly for effect. "That is really fucking good. I'm going to have to use whipped cream again sometime."

"Anytime you want," Jessica murmured playfully. 

"I'd like to try that."

I nodded my fervent consent. 

Shannon giggled girlishly and bounded across the bed. This girl was such an unstoppable ball of energy. She settled down next to my waist. 

Shannon's eyes were wide. I could see her ogling my dong. Eating teenage snatch had gotten me incredibly hot; my dick was ripe and ready to go. Something was going on in that dirty, dirty mind of hers. 

I was pretty sure whatever naughty thoughts she had concocted were going to be just fine by me. 

Shannon held up her hand. Her face had suddenly become serious. "Quiet, I heard something," she said. 

My heart raced and a chill passed through me. 

Startled, Jessica and I looked at each other and then at the door. It was still closed. I didn't think we had been interrupted. Had someone seen the whole thing?

Shannon leaned over me, almost touching her lips to my dick. Grinning widely she said, "What's that Mr. Penis? I heard that. Poor guy. He's so cold. You wanna get in my warm, tight pussy? Hmmn?" 

We all laughed.

The tension now broken, Shannon looked over at Jessica. The two women locked eyes, passing something wordless between them. 

"May I, roomie?" Shannon asked.

Jessica nodded and said one word: "Please."

The slut wasted no time. In a fluid motion, she scooped up my erect cock, swung one leg over my hips, and then settled down on top of me. My dick slid easily into her slit. 

"Ohhhhh.... That is the bomb," Shannon said, throwing her head back. At first she was squatting, but then she adjusted her legs. Her body descended, letting gravity do the work. "Oh my gosh, all the way in... That is so totally tight. Stretch my pussy out."

In a few more seconds she was sitting on my hips. I was now buried completely inside of her sheath to the hilt.

"Sweet paradise! Oh my God! I've just wanted to feel full. You have no idea how much I've totally needed a fuckstick between my legs," Shannon groaned. She stayed still, soaking up the sensation. For my part, I was content. I knew the fucking would commence shortly so I savored the languishing desire and waited. 

Shannon was radiant. Her skin crackled with electricity. Her eyes were prisms of lust. She panted lightly, adjusting her body to the intruder between her legs. Her face flashed with discomfort for an instant before washing fully into bliss. A mist of sweat adorned her chest, causing it to glisten in the half-light. Her perky teenage tits stood proudly. Her nipples were tiny, strawberry gumdrops. 

I counted the seconds in my head. Five became ten, then fifteen, and eventually thirty. How long would she remain still? When would her hips move? 

Shannon remained planted on my dick for several minutes. Her eyes drooped shut and the rasp of her breath became gentler. Tension in her shoulders unfurled, leaving her loose and uncontained. The girl was motionless. She stayed still for so long that I wondered if Shannon had fallen asleep. 

Then her lips moved. They fluttered open lightly, barely parting. If I hadn't been scrutinizing Shannon's face so carefully I wouldn't have noticed. 

But I did. The coed cutie was nowhere near comatose. Rather, she was completely focused. 

She was using all of her energy to savor the sensation of my flesh between her legs and deep in her pussy. She had shut down the outside world of sight, sound, etc. The friction of fucking would come shortly (after this build up, how could it not?) but for now the slut straddling me just relaxed and savored being full of my cock. 

What a dirty and delicious thought! Suddenly I was rock hard and fucking horny. My cock twitched. 

Another long pause drifted by. Tied to the bed, I was helpless to do anything but wait. So I studied Shannon's form. I watched, eagle eyed for the most marginal change. No luck. Her only movement was the barest rise and fall of her breath. Had I been wrong? Seeing things that I had wanted to see? Had her awakening been only my imagination? 

But then Shannon's plush lips moved again. She was saying something, but it was so soft that I could not make out a syllable. I strained, hoping that she would speak. She was a statue impaled on my cock. She couldn't just sit there, could she?

A few seconds later, I was granted a reprieve. 

She was mouthing words; this time though, I could make them out. Shannon was speaking in a barely audible pant. 

"Fuck me," she said.

Shannon's hips moved forward, sliding along my dick. The movement was fluid and easy. The girl was slick, so very slick. Stopping just short of my tip, she halted and backed up. Once again, I was buried to my base. 

I guess the teen slut had enough waiting.

"Fuck me," she said, this time a little louder. 

Shannon moved again, repeating her rhythm. 

"Fuck me," still louder. "Fuck me," louder still. "Fuck me." 

The wait had been excruciating. Our motionless coupling had been the most spectacular tease. 

Shannon wanted to demonstrate her control and she had done so beyond all expectations. But the game had changed again. Now it was time for something different.

Although tied to the bed, I could still move my hips. I drove them upward, propelling my rod into Shannon's teenage cunt. The force shook both of us. 

"Fuck me!" 

Shannon, your wish is my command, I thought. 

"Fuck me!!"

I punctuated her words with several thrusts.

"Fuck me!!!"

My hips were a blur.

"Fuck Me!!! Fuck Me!!!"

"Fuck Me!!! Fuck Me!!!"

"FUCK ME!!!"

Shannon was leaning over me doing her best to match my pace. She was throwing her hips around in a fury. The slut was a grinding, whirling devil. I was a dick and she was a cunt. She whizzed and whirled, spinning into infinity. 

Slamming her hips down, I could feel the flesh of her ass shake as it struck my thighs. Shannon paused, gasping for air, regaining her strength, and then...

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

Jessica stood up and moved next to her roommate. 

The blonde bent down and suckled a nipple in her mouth. Then with a sudden movement, she smacked Shannon squarely on the butt. 

My back arched. I knew that I was close. I could feel cum rising up to my dick. I would unload in an instant.

"Shannon, you delicious slut, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum!!!"

Shannon leapt off of my cock and knelt between my legs. "Oh yeah, right there baby," she said. Opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue, she continued, "Paint my face with your fucking nut!"




More Oral After the Exam Ch. 03



An instant later I was cumming. Arcing into the air, jizz splattered all over Shannon's face. 

Some landed in her mouth. Some hit her on the chin. The rest crisscrossed her breasts, shoulders, and neck like a Pollack painting. 

Positioned behind Shannon, Jessica jammed her fingers into her roommate's now empty cunt. "Do it Shan!" she screamed. "Right there baby girl! Bounce up on it while he blows his load on your face!" 

Jessica was driven. Her arm was like a piston, finger fucking the shit out of her best friend's cunt. She stroked intently, putting the cherry on top of Shannon's orgasm. Shannon howled, enjoying the fresh intrusion. Still kneeling between my legs, Shannon offered a nice view of her jiggling breasts dripping with my spunk. 

Under Jessica's ministrations, Shannon could only give in. I could see Shannon tense, closing her eyes, biting her lip, hands on her hips to steady herself. The moment of release washed across her face. The slut's shoulders slumped, a massive release of tension in her muscles. She crumpled forward. Her hands coming to rest on my thighs, heels touching her ass, back rounded and moving with the ragged panting of her breath.

Still heaving, Shannon exclaimed in disbelief, "Holy fuck! Unbelievable! Your shit's everywhere. It's absolutely everywhere." She looked up at me and smiled devilishly. The girl was telling the truth. "It hit me on the forehead, right? I think I can feel it. Damn."

I laughed. "Yeah, it did. I think it got in your hair too. Sorry about that."

"No problems, Professor. I've sucked enough dicks to know that there is no controlling them. When one's about to go off, I just close my eyes and expect to get blasted with man chowder."

"Well, you sure got messy, Shan," Jessica chimed in. "That's a lot of spunk."

"Yum," Shannon said, licking her lips. Then she changed topics. "Ummm Jessica, by the way... How do I say this? You've gotten good. I mean really good. Where'd you learn to do that trick with your fingers? You just stuck them in and I started cumming buckets." 

Jessica looked pleased with herself. She remained quiet, but pantomimed dusting off her shoulders.

Shannon rolled her eyes but continued, "Girl, you're too much. At first I thought I was going to pee, but then... Wow! Whatever you did was amazing. I don't know how many times you've fingered me, but you've never hit me like that before. Did you find my G spot?"

Jessica nodded. "I think so. I read a few books over the winter break. I thought I needed to work on my skills."

"You got all of that from, like, reading? I didn't know you were such a good student." Shannon inquired, still a little breathlessly.

"Well the theory helped and there was a girl at home I got to practice on a few times. She seemed to like it ok," Jessica replied.

"I'm betting she liked it more than just ok," I added. "That was amazing. Jessica, you had Shannon bouncing off the walls. Who was the other girl?"

Jessica blushed, "No one special."

"I didn't know you had any girls back home on the farm."

"One or two to keep me warm on a winter's night. A girl can get lonely with only corn to keep her company. Maybe I'll tell you about her later," 

Jessica supplied dismissively, "Right now though, you two sex fiends might want to get cleaned up. Jizz is everywhere and you both smell like pussy. I can stand guard while you guys make a break for the shower."

"What about you?" I asked.

"I'll get mine afterwards."

Thinking it through, I nodded. It was getting late and I was pretty sweaty.

Meanwhile Shannon supplied, "Thanks Jessica," before giving her roommate a hug. "But be warned. I'll need another go around in the showers. I fucked him just a couple of minutes ago, but I still want him to do me again. There's nothing like being banged from behind in the shower."

"Sure, but that might be a little hard at the moment," I said.

"You said hard," Jessica cut in, chuckling. "And why, Professor, is that? Can't get it up for a fourth time? Have we tuckered you and the poor guy between your legs all out? Is your dickie-wickie abused? Too much tight, coed pussy?"

"Not exactly," I smirked. "I can't go anywhere until one of you ladies unties me." 

*****

So I fucked Shannon in the shower. The scene started innocently enough with soap and shampoo. We scrubbed away getting squeaky clean, but the sudsy stuff didn't last very long. Shannon was a girl with needs. While I knew that I wouldn't have any trouble performing, I did need some assistance. So the horny slut dropped to her knees and slurped my dick into her mouth. This was not a languishing tease. No, this was a BJ with a purpose. And damn she was good. Fuck, that girl was probably a vacuum cleaner in a previous life! Once she gave me enough head that I was plenty hard, I pulled her up and bent her over at the waist. From that position I fulfilled Shannon's request: she could be banged as fast and as hard as she liked. We did some nasty fucking under the spray of the shower (bonus: a girl's dormitory never runs out of hot water!) while I held her hair like a leash. I slapped Shannon's slick ass while pumping away energetically at her hungry cunt. The teenage tart howled with delight. After several minutes of hardcore fucking, I reached around her hips and found her tiny, hard clit. Pressing on her sensitive nub with my middle and ring fingers I rubbed her raw nerve in a circular motion while
still applying some pressure. When her moaning and breathing sped up and she was ready to fly over the edge, I quickly changed the rub to back and forth over her clit. This is how I brought the slut to a screaming climax. I continued to pump furiously through her pussy spasms and followed that "O" with an encore, and an explosion of my own all over her ass. 

After rinsing off one more time, Shannon and I stepped out of the shower. We dried ourselves off, then wrapped our bodies in two fluffy pink towels. In the process, I took a golden opportunity to goose Shannon's delectable rear end. She jumped and squealed, before flashing me a mischievous smile. Yeah, she enjoyed it.

The hallway was clear, so Jessica led Shannon and I back to the room. I got dressed, despite the girls' pleas to spend the night. Doing so would be impossible. I was already running too much of a risk by visiting the dorm. While there probably wasn't a defined penalty for cavorting with women who used to be my students, the situation would definitely not look good. 

And the ladies were certainly not quiet. Without a doubt others heard us fucking ourselves silly. Shannon and Jessica had howled, moaned, and screamed, imploring me to fuck them harder and harder. Add Ellie into the mix (the girl who saw my dick in the hall) and it would be best to get out of the dorm now, under the black of the night.

So I kissed each of the women goodbye (slipping Jessica a little extra tongue) and drove home. 

My bed was calling me. I turned off the lights, crawled under the covers, and said goodnight to a long and sexually satisfying day.

*****

I could already tell that Tuesdays this semester were going to be hell. I had three classes, back to back with a brief period for lunch in between. The first two were each an hour and fifteen minutes long and the third was a full three-hour marathon. While I loved the idea of taking all of my classes on the same day, in practice the schedule would be very challenging. Staying alert for that much time would be difficult. Sometimes the mind tends to wander.

Of course my advisor, Professor Jen Endicott, taught the third class. There were seven people in the seminar (including my friend Sarah) on postmodern feminist thought. Normally I would have been excited to take one of Jen's classes. They were always lively and provocative. 

Unfortunately, Jen wasn't happy with me or my extra-curricular activities. 

Last semester Jen and I had fucked. Quite simply it was fantastic. I had found her masturbating in her office; one thing led to another, and soon I was railing her doggy style on the floor. That woman gave one hell of a blowjob (or maybe skull fuck would be more accurate?). Before getting down and dirty however, we had agreed that our sex life wouldn't impact our professional, working relationship. She would continue to be my dissertation advisor; I would take her classes. Things would always be civil and cordial no matter how our carnal interactions went.

I should have known that this compact was doomed to failure; banging one's professor always has consequences.

A few weeks later Jen later caught me screwing Jessica (and a Latina chick from Taco Bell) in the library. Since then we hadn't really talked. Yesterday she had stopped by my office. 

The conversation soon devolved into a screaming match. Jen left in a huff and I was fuming. At best, the situation between us was awkward. At worst, some sort of meltdown was in our future. 

I wasn't sure yet which way this relationship would go. For now I wished that we had a little more time and space between us. But unfortunately it was time to go to class – her class.

I plopped my stuff down at a table and took a seat. Jen was nowhere to be seen when I arrived a couple of minutes early. To be honest I was relieved. At least this way we would not have to make uncomfortable chit-chat. 

Sarah, who came in right behind me, took the seat next to me. In addition to being sex partners, Sarah was probably my best friend. 

We shared everything, including Jessica. As always, Sarah's fantastic tits struck me. This time they were encased in a tight, maroon sweater. The twin mounds of flesh bulged oh so deliciously.

Sarah openly scoffed when she saw that my eyes had honed in on her breasts. She pulled out a notebook and said, "Hey dude, remember this is a class on feminist theory. Your gaze is denying me agency."

I looked up, confused, before shaking my head as if to wake myself up. And then I grinned. "My bad," I apologized.

"No foul, dude. It happens," Sarah shrugged. 

With those knockers, I guess it probably did. 

"Ready for another semester?" she asked.

"Not really, but that doesn't matter. This semester is beginning whether I like it or not."

"True," Sarah said, tapping her pen against the table. "My schedule is going to be nasty. I have a new course that I'm prepping for. That'll take some time. I have no idea what I am doing. I don't know anything about journalistic writing. I've never worked at a freakin' newspaper. I just asked for the class for the extra cash. I never dreamed that the department would actually give it to me."

"You asked and you received. The chair is desperate. There's not enough TA's this semester."

"Oh that makes me feel good. Yup, there's Sarah – the bottom of the barrel. Thanks for the vote of confidence dude, but aren't we all? Desperate," Sarah grinned at her obvious sexual reference before she moved on, "I swear, I think I'll be only one day ahead of the students all semester long." 

"But if they can't tell..."

"Exactly, mon frere. So whatever... I'm done stressing. How about you? Been up to anything interesting?"

"The usual."

Sarah pushed a lock of brown hair behind her ear and smirked. "Really?"

I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled. I didn't need to say anything. Besides, Sarah already knew all of my secrets.

Sarah gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth. Her voice dropped to a whisper, "Damn, you've been busy already? It's only the second day of the semester. You sly, dirty dog! So you've met up with the old gang, huh?"

"Ummm yeah," I stuttered. I was surprised that Sarah was being this blatant. Of course no one was paying us any mind. The rest of the class was too busy catching up on their own business. 

"That didn't take very long, dude. What happened?" 

I looked around to make sure our classmates weren't eavesdropping. They weren't. "Jessica stopped by the office yesterday. I'm surprised Cindy didn't tell you anything about it."

"I haven't seen her yet. We don't share any classes this semester."

"Oh, ok. Jessica and I took care of a couple of things and later on I went over to her place. She and Shannon had quite the evening planned."

"Both of them?"

"Yup."

"Nice." 

"We did some... uh... studying."

"Studying, huh?"

"Sure," I replied, trying my best to maintain a straight face. I failed. Sarah, of course, knew better anyway. 

Sarah was about to quip something back at me when the door swung open with a clatter. Enter Professor Jen Endicott.

Oh, this was not going to be good.

The air turned to ice when Jen entered the classroom. She was dressed in a black, business pantsuit, with a matching grey, silk blouse. Her short, spiky hair seemed to crackle with tension. She crossed the open space, quickly moving behind the podium. From that position Jen surveyed us. All conversation fell away under her withering stare. Jen dropped her bag onto the front table with a dull "thunk." There were no "hi's" or "How are you's?" Instead, she immediately started pulling several archaic volumes from her bag's core. 

Over the last couple of years I had come to know Jen quite well. Before we'd become intimate, she and I worked together very closely. In all that time, I'd never seen her look so sharp and severe. This type of professorial power display did not match the woman I knew. 

An Endicott classroom was typically a joyful place, bursting with smiling, happy students. 

Typically Jen would sit legs dangling on a table in front of the classroom. Her style was collaborative, since a Socratic dialog was her preferred teaching method. There was no need for her to put on airs; she clearly had an easy command of the course material, Jen knew that she was the smartest and best read person in the room. Besides if a student could provide a new and relevant interpretation of an old text, well good for them, everybody would learn and improve together. 

But not today. 

Jen began to lecture, "Let's just get started. As I am sure all of you are aware, 'Feminism' is one of the most controversial words in the English lexicon. Unfortunately much of the baggage surrounding this word boils down to a calculated and vicious demonization of feminism. When unpacking meaning, it is easy to get sidetracked in that base chicanery. All of us, female and male alike, have understandings of what it means to be a feminist. These notions are primary to our individual construction of self: femininity and masculinity. Consequentially it is a noble endeavor to argue for our values. But we should set aside this task for now. It can be heralded later. Instead of flailing about in our personal pejorative understandings, let's ground ourselves in serious academic scholarship."

"Naturally, a word like feminism is not easy. Too many breeds and brands of feminism exist to hone in on a single definition. There are as many reads of feminism as there are feminists (and probably far more). Rather than spinning our wheels with specifics, we should delve deeper to something more rudimentary. Perhaps with a genesis we can develop a workable vocabulary system. Thus, we need to first inquire, 'Why feminism?'"

Jen opened a book to a marked passage and traced it with her finger. She continued, "Maybe Andrea Dworkin provides us with an acceptable way in to a discussion of feminist theory. She pens, 'All personal, psychological, social, and institutionalized domination on this earth can be traced back to its source: the phallic identities of men."

Dworkin? Really? That's where we start? I felt the ground rumble beneath my feet. This was not going to be good. 

Jen flipped a few pages and looked directly at me. She squinted. Her clear blue eyes bore down into mine as she spoke, "Dworkin then goes on to write elsewhere, 'Men have defined the parameters of every subject. All feminist arguments, however radical in intent or consequence, are with or against assertions or premises implicit in the male system.' Put another way, feminism is a reaction to a male patriarchy. It is a response to systemic male dominance, violence, and injustice that has been perpetuated on women since time in memoriam. And those mechanisms of power and repression are still very much alive today. With this understanding, we can begin. Here's a copy of the course syllabus..." 

I sunk down in my chair and shrugged helplessly. This class was going to suck.

*****

Three hours later I emerged as if from a battlefield. Bruised and battered, I could feel the scars of a thousand stinging cuts. Jen was good, really, really good. Somehow she had managed to focus the blame for thousands of years of patriarchal oppression squarely onto my shoulders. 

And what could I do? Nothing. I had to take it; I couldn't complain. This was a course on feminist theory, and everything she said was valid and quotable scholarship. She never gave an indication to anyone else that I was her target. There were no overt signals or indicators; Jen was too smart for that. But I knew. I just fucking knew.

As soon as class was over I grabbed my books and sprinted from the room. Emotions were bubbling inside of me. Did I want to scream and shake my fist? Or was I ready to collapse and cry? I didn't know what would happen if I uncorked the bottle. I had to go elsewhere; I had to find a release. 

******

So I fled to the gym. 

Nothing clears my head like working out. I find that my problems flutter off under the strain of exercise. Sometimes while I am toiling away all of the pieces of my life magically come together; a clear picture remains where there once was a puzzle. Maybe I just get high off the endorphins? Or perhaps it is the necessity of focusing on something so demandingly physical? I don't know.

That evening I began on the rowing machine. I started with a brisk pace and then upped the resistance. One cycle became two. My muscles were burning. Rather than a round three on the erg, I decided to move on to the weights. At first I felt like a bad ass, but after a few minutes I got bored. Pumping iron never really excited me. I needed to work out my frustration in another way.

The school's gym has an indoor track. It's a giant loop that looks down over the basketball courts. I almost always end my workouts there. 

By running I can push myself as long and as hard as I like. The panting of my own breath is soothing. The ache in my muscles numbs me to all mental frustrations. 

Tonight the track was empty. Good. I'd rather be alone. I walked one lap just to warm up. Then I broke into a run. My hamstrings were already aching from the treadmill, but I didn't care. Each lap was an 1/8 of a mile, I'll just count them out.

Two miles later she passed me: a tall, thin brunette with a bobbing ponytail. She gave me a spectacular rear view that quickly blurred off in the distance. I was going at a decent clip, but this woman was lightning. Her legs churned, pumping against the ground: her arms were pistons, flying through the air. 

I shook my head and kept on running. I upped my pace, trying to keep up with the delectable ass bobbing along in front of me. A second wind hit me and for a brief span I was able to keep up behind her. The vision of her tight ass was a powerful incentive. 

She was fresh though and in better shape. This lady was an athlete, no doubt about it. I gave into my inevitable exhaustion and fell back. 

Sweat trickled into my eyes, blurring my vision. The shirt I was wearing was soaked clean through. I was finished. Kaput. Stick a fork in me. Although this runner was scrumptious eye candy, my focus was gone. 

The brunette hottie sped further and further away. She turned the corner and then she was clear across from me on the other side of the gym. I kept plodding away and she fell from sight. 

Soon I could hear her footfalls. The brunette was gaining on me. I felt a finger tap me on the shoulder. I turned my head, but no one was there. I felt the tap a second time. Again I was tricked. I heard a giggle and then she brushed past. The woman had completely lapped me. 




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She ran another fifty feet in front of me and then turned so she was running backwards. 

Bursting with excitement, the athletic brunette was grinning from ear to ear. My sense of recognition was blinding. How had I missed it? 

I knew this woman! 

"Professor!" she squealed with delight. 

"Taryn!" I gasped, fighting to catch up with her. The tall, lean brunette looked fantastic. 

Her legs were tanned, toned, and went on for miles. She was dressed sparingly in a form fitting, sports halter and sleek, red running shorts. While the brunette's skin glistened lightly with perspiration, she still appeared unfazed by her exertions. Fuck, Taryn had run circles around me (literally) and she was barely winded. 

This was too much! I stopped, doubled over, panting for breath. Taryn took that opportunity to charge right at me. Nearly knocking me over she grabbed me and pulled me into a bear hug. I remembered that this girl was much stronger than she looked.

"Awwwww... there, there," Taryn said, patting me on the back. "Poor baby. Did the big, bad girlie wear you all out?" 

I fell back laughing. The sound began as a wheeze and then settled into a hacking cough. I just wasn't ready for this girl. 

When I finally gathered my breath I managed to exclaim, "Oh Taryn, it's good to see you."

"And you too Professor," she replied. 

"How's your sister, Roxy?"

"She's still a total bitch," Taryn laughed. Then she smiled sheepishly before continuing, "But she's a hell of a lot more fun these days."

"Are you still..." I asked, letting my voice drop off.

"Close?" Taryn supplied.

I nodded, sagely. She had caught my meaning.

Taryn blushed and winked at me. "A couple of times a week, at least. She's gotten pretty good."

"Nice."

Taryn smirked, "You would think so, you perv. What is it with all you guys and two girls? Can't you ever be satisfied with one-on-one vanilla sex? The nerve..."

I grinned.

"Hey changing subjects," Taryn asked, "I didn't know you were a gym guy."

"Sometimes I am, when the mood strikes me right."

"I've never seen you here before."

"I should probably get my lazy ass to the gym more often. But oh well." 

"Well I don't recall you being out of shape," Taryn chuckled. "And your ass looks fine. I should know, Professor."

I rolled my eyes. "Touché."

Taryn cocked her head to the side and put a hand on her hip. Her forehead scrunched in thought for a moment and then she asked, "Are you all done running?"

"Yeah, I could have gone longer but you winded me at the end. I'm probably just going to hit the showers and go home. I've tortured myself long enough."

"Understood." Taryn put out her hand and said, 

"Well before you go, I want to show you something. Cool?"

I rolled my shoulders trying to shake myself loose. "Sure." I replied, largely indifferent.

We left the track and Taryn took the lead. I followed just a step behind; from this vantage I could continue to stare at her spectacular ass (Yeah, I was tired, but some things just never turn off). She led me up a flight of stairs, through a set of double doors, and down a back hallway. Finally she turned a handle, pushed open the door, and tugged me across the threshold. 

I was in a long rectangular room that was probably used for dance or yoga lessons. Half the floor was lined with thick, blue gymnastic mats. The room was dark except for distant lamplight from outside. The entire wall across from us was a window overlooking several dormitories. The remaining walls around us were mirrors. A long wooden bar was bolted onto the opposite mirrored walls for ballet and stretching maneuvers, I assumed.

Taryn let the door close behind us and quickly tugged down my running shorts. In a fluid movement, she scrambled to the floor and scooped up my soft cock. By balancing it in her palm, she was able to gauge its weight and heft. Smiling wickedly she rolled the shaft between her fingertips before giving my balls a playful rub. Wasting no more time, Taryn sucked my meat into her mouth.

I fell back against the door; my knees were weak. On the track I had pushed myself to the brink of exhaustion; my thighs burned and my calves ached. I needed to stretch, but I wanted to collapse. Now things had changed. Taryn's blowjob was too amazing.

And then the clouds parted in my exercise-addled brain. A stark and cold realization of where we were and what we were doing smacked me upside the head. I was falling into the same stupid patterns. I was about to risk everything I had just to get sucked off in a public place by some pretty coed.

I pulled Taryn off my cock. She squinted and looked up at me. "Yes?" she asked, innocently. 

"What're you doing?" I asked quietly.

"Isn't it obvious, Professor?" Taryn quipped, as she slapped my meat against each cheek. "I'm sucking your cock. Now shut up and enjoy it. I don't want to hear you bitch about getting head. No one cares. Just relax and let me suck on your jawbreaker."

With a noisy slurp, Taryn inhaled my dick again. 

This time I gave in to the succubus. With every new liaison my restraints crumbled just a little more. These girls had me hard up and ready with a snap of their fingers. And now I barely thought twice about it.

Taryn's lips went back and forth pumping up and down on my dick. Her tongue twirled wickedly around my tip. One hand cradled my balls, while the other went up and down my shaft in a quick corkscrew motion. Spit was everywhere; this BJ was nice and fucking messy. 

"Mmmm so good..." Taryn moaned around my meat. 

"I can taste your sweat. Your dick is so salty and sweet. I love sucking a man's cock after he's worked out. It's just so nasty, like I'm giving my man a reward for working hard. It's so hot!"

While not as overtly dirty as some of my other lovers, Taryn was still quite a proficient cocksucker. She had learned. It felt like this blowjob was a vast improvement over her original prototype. She had gained confidence and self-awareness. That sort of excitement, that kind of thirst for knowledge (and cum) was damn sexy. 

I buried my hands in Taryn's hair. She cooed softly around my dick. Her chestnut locks were damp with perspiration. The strands felt so warm, silky, and soft between my fingertips. 

"You like it," she asked batting her pretty, brown eyes up at me.

"Fuck, I like it a lot" I groaned. "Your lips feel so amazing on my cock."

Taryn pursed her lips and blew a kiss at me before pulling away. I must have looked like a forlorn puppy when she released my dick. She tut-tutted as she stood up. The brunette wagged her finger at me and said, "Don't worry, Professor. We're not done. I just want you in another hole."

Taryn sauntered across the room, rolling her hips. My eyes were following her and she knew it. Taryn pirouetted as she turned to face me. 

I couldn't help but laugh. Grinning at my response, she picked up a big silver exercise ball. She bounced it and then placed it in the center of the room. 

Standing next to the ball in the dim glow of the lamplight, Taryn smiled and curtsied. She then began to dance. The slender brunette closed her eyes. A gentle sway took over. She slid her hands up her body while moving to an unknown beat. Cupping and caressing her breasts, Taryn rocked her hips. Like a cool blues riff, her game was a slow and sensual grind. 

Taryn hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. I held my breath as she toyed with the elastic and played the schoolgirl tease. But then she opened her eyes. Brash and bold Taryn looked me full in the face. The soft, pink wetness of her tongue curled temptingly over her lips. Her gaze presented a sultry dare. I nodded. 

Murmuring "Good boy," Taryn smiled back. She bent at the waist, stuck out her fanny, and pulled down her shorts. With a wiggle of her hips the nylon was around her ankles. Taryn gave her rump a meaty slap and righted herself. She took a step and then kicked; the shorts flew across the room and landed at my feet.

Again Taryn bent at the waist, and leaned over the ball on her elbows. This muscular specimen of completely naked ass was facing me. The firm, yet fleshy globes, honed by hours of exercise captivated me. The mound of her pussy was soft and sweet, peeking from beneath her ass. Those smooth, luscious lips called to me. Taryn slid her hand down her hip, to her groin, and between her legs. She reached underneath her vulva and parted her palace-gates for me. I could see the warm pink center of her cunt. I didn't want to wait any longer; I had to be inside of that hot, velvety box.

I crossed the room. Grabbing Taryn's hips, I popped her up like a toaster. We were both practically standing, but the ball supported her arms. I slid my hands along her toned skin; it was smooth and soft. I could smell the girly combination of sweat, lotion, and pussy. I stepped closer, eliminating the space between us. And that is when I pushed my engorged shaft between her lips.

Taryn groaned as I slid into her dripping snatch, "Nice and slow at first, Professor. Warm her up. Ohhhh yes... How's that feel? Like velvet on your cock? Do you see us in the mirror? I'm looking at you while you fuck me."

I took my eyes off Taryn for the first time since stepping into the room. Gazing forward, a reflection in coitus stared back. Taryn was bent over the ball, her face glowing with pleasure. I was standing directly behind her, of course, slowly pumping in and out of her pussy. A jolt ran through me and my hips pumped quicker as I looked to the left, and there we were again joined cock to cunt. Our two profiles were fucking right before my very eyes. I turned to the rear and there was a third and final view. 

My ass was banging away by then, steadily pummeling Taryn's prone, teen body. 

"Oh fuck," she gasped. "Seeing us fucking is unbelievably hot. I love watching as you take me."

"Me too," I muttered as I continued to work away at her cunt.

"I can't believe it, Professor... I've wanted to see what I look like fucking. It's been a fantasy of mine for so long. My boyfriend and I were going to do it here."

"What?" She pulled the word from my lips mid-thrust. 

"Oh don't stop, Professor!" Taryn cried. "You know I've got a guy. Don't let my stupid boyfriend stop your fucking."

I paused and gave it a moment's thought. I didn't want to be the cause of a break-up, but my cock was already spearing Taryn's gash. How much resistance or moral fortitude could one really expect from me? "True," I growled, slamming into her juicing hole yet again.

"Good boy. Mmm so deep. Just keep fucking me... He told me about this place. He works here, you know, doing weight training and stuff. Ohhhhh... well, he mentioned this room and I knew what he was thinking. I suggested we check it out. We talked about it for months, but damn he's too much of a pussy. Mmmmm..."

I felt a chill. I had to ask, "Is he working here tonight?"

"In the gym?" 

I think she was having trouble focusing. 

"Uh huh," I answered as my balls thumped against 

her clit.

"Yes, tonight," Taryn moaned. God that girl could moan.

I continued to bang her slow and steady. "And is he here in the building?"

"I think he's downstairs at the front desk. Mmmhuh... I came... ummm... here, yes, to meet him. I was going to work out. We were supposed to go home together. Oh, ohhh, but I saw you Professor, uhm huh, and couldn't resist having a turn at your cock. Unnhhuh, yes... I just couldn't resist. So many women want you, mmmm and your cock, I normally have to wait in line." She moaned to me, grasping at coherent thought.

I couldn't resist asking, "Were you going to fuck him tonight?"

Taryn grinned at me in the mirror and looked back at me to answer, "Yes, and we still might. Ohhhhh... but he's going to get a used pussy. Mmmhunn... I'm fucking you first. Your dick is inside me now. Ohhh god yes...hollowing me out, filling me. It feels so good, having you pound my sweet little twat, that I don't give a fucking shit about him or his silliness. Uhhhh huuhh!!! Professor, ohhh Professor. Your cock always knows what I need."

While I was fully erect before, I was extra hard now. Somehow the fuck was bigger than me. I had something to prove. I was playing the starring role in one of Taryn's biggest fantasies while her boyfriend warmed a bench. Here I was fucking away in her cunt, while he was too chicken to give her what she craved and needed. It felt really evil and wrong, but still... 

Taryn wanted to get fucked in the gym. And my cock and I would happily oblige.

But first...

I pulled out of Taryn's hot, velvet tunnel.

"What? What?! Where are you going??? Please!!! That's not fair!!! Keep fucking me, please!" Taryn begged.

I gave her a wink and then tugged on her hair. 

She straightened up and I spun her around. I looked her in the eyes and commanded, "Jump."

She looked at me blankly. Part of it was just being well-fucked while the rest was genuine confusion.

I repeated myself. "Jump. Around my waist."

This time Taryn understood. She bounded into the air and wrapped her long, slender legs around my hips. I, in turn, grabbed her thighs and ass. I lowered my arms slightly and my cock nuzzled against the entrance of her pussy. The brunette was so wet and juicy. Another inch more, and I was inside Taryn again.

I kept her impaled to the hilt as I duck-walked to the edge of the room. She gripped me around the shoulders, clutching tightly to my chest. 

Her nipples were sharply erect against my skin. Taryn giggled lightly as she stared at me. The girl couldn't help herself; a dopey, lop-sided grin broke out on her face when I smiled back 

I set Taryn down on the wooden dance bar and leaned her against the mirror. Her knees were bent around my waist. She was now spread wide open on a more stable surface at waist height. My cock was throbbing inside of her. From here I could really give it to her. I winked and asked, "Ready?"

Taryn bit her bottom lip and nodded. Her face was a blend of lust and determination. I grinned back. 

"One more thing...." I added, flipping on the lights. 

The campus was dark and this room almost certainly stood out against the nighttime backdrop. Now the world could see us through the large window. Sure, the angle was inconvenient for chance onlookers, with us positioned for a fuck against the back wall. It was doubtful that anybody from the ground could see us, but what about the buildings and dorms across the quad? 

Some person who happened to look out their window might see me feverishly drilling Taryn. 

Fuck, this was insane! But my fucking cock was screaming hard and I didn't care about consequences. If Taryn wanted an exhibitionistic thrill I was going to goddamn give it to her1

Her face went white and then broke into a sly grin. I nodded and then thrust my whole dick into Taryn as she gasped and cooed, "Ohhhhhh Professor. Do it. Fuck me with your cock!"

"Really? This cock?" I growled menacingly, punctuating my words with two more driving thrusts.

"Yes, oh yes, that cock. That lovely cock!"

"Are you sure, Taryn? It's not your boyfriend's."

"Yes. It's wonderful. Screw him."

"No screw you."

"Dork."

"You like seeing yourself in the mirror, don't you?" I asked, pushing Taryn's fantasy. 

"Uh huh."

"We are in clear view. All the students on campus could be looking in that window. With the lights on everyone can see you. You like knowing the world is watching you get fucked, don't you?"

"God yes," Taryn whimpered breathlessly. 

I couldn't resist, so I upped the speed of my hips.

"There we go, there we go," Taryn crooned, falling into her rhythm, "Oh yeah, oh fuck... Harder, harder... oh fuck, faster. Oh yes, yes! I look sooooo.... They can see me... Ohhhhhhhhh, there you go, there you go. Fuck me!" 

"Let me hear it," I bellowed. "Tell the campus what it sounds like when you get fucked by me."

Taryn opened up. Her voice became a full throated wail, "Oh my god, fucking fuck! Right there, right there, right there! Yes, yeah, oh yeah, yes, uhhh, oh my god right there..."

I leaned down and sucked a perfect breast into my mouth. The nipple was fully erect between my teeth. First, I suckled soft and sweet; then I bit down while teasing the very tip of her nipple with my tongue. An exquisite pain lanced upward. She flinched slightly at the sharp pain but it was nothing compared to the pleasure: my dick was fucking her too well for such minor distractions. 

Taryn grabbed the back of my head and pulled me even closer as she continued to scream, "Yeah, baby, oh FUCK yes, yes, yes, just like that right there. Bite it. Harder. HARDER! Ohhh just like that, baby. Bite it and fuck me and make me cum all over your cock."

Were the walls sound proofed? Shit! With this racket we were sure to get caught. But this fuck was too good to stop. Reacting quickly, I clamped my hand over Taryn's mouth. Maybe that would help.

Taryn's words were a freight train. She bit one of my fingers and continued to howl against my hand, "Don't you fucking stop! Yeah baby, yeah baby. Don't stop! DON'T STOP!!!"

This slut couldn't be muffled.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Taryn moaned, as she whipped her head from side to side. "Oh fuck yes, oh just fuck me goddamn it like that, OH MY FUCKING GOD! OH FUCK! Oh you fucking feel that? Feel my fucking tight pussy, my tight pussy squeezing you? Look! Yes! Look your cock in my pussy, you fucker!" 

The visual of my own fucking had never been so clear. My cock was pounding away at Taryn's cunt. In the mirror I could see every breathtaking detail. My shaft slid in and out of her sopping, wet gash. A stream of our juices trickled down the curve of her ass. The muscles in her legs were taut. Taryn's ankles were locked around my waist, coaxing me deeper into her liquid flame. Soft fingertips danced along my arms, back, neck, and shoulders. Of course, sometimes she dug her nails in with my thrusts; tomorrow the scratches would be like battle wounds.

Oh fuck yeah. 

The inevitable was approaching. My cock was clutched in her silken vice. Taryn's pussy was just too good. My nuts began to tighten and my hips thrust savagely on their own. The impending orgasm flooded my brain and filled my cock.

I couldn't help but yell, "I'm gonna fucking cum!!!"

Taryn replied without thought, "Oohhhhhhh give it to me, Professor! Fucking give it to me! Bring it all to the tip, I want it. Oh I fucking want it all in my fucking pussy. I WANT YOU TO CUM IN MY FUCKING PUSSY! NOW!!! Oooooohhhhhh!!! Yes! Yes! Fuck it right there, you know you wanna fucking cum in me, you know I want your fucking cum in me! All of it! Do it! Shit yes!!! I can feel it! Fill meeeeeeeeeee..."

And I came.

Spurt upon spurt of nut emptied into Taryn's welcoming cunt. 

And that's when the door opened....



More Oral After the Exam Ch. 04



I am back to continue the second part of my "Oral Exam" storyline. The dirty stories too much to stay away.... If you haven't read the first series (or the first three stories in this series), I'd suggest that you stop here and go back. Don't worry! They have naughty bits too. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to Mykittystar for editing. I deeply appreciate your thoughts and encouragement. You've really made this something special. Otherwise, feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. I am not always sure myself. Keep your eyes open for the next installment. It will be up shortly. I have several more all set and ready to go (after a little more minor editing). Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

*

I received yet another text from Jessica:

"R U in ur office?"

This was the fourth text from the blonde college coed in just three days. I knew what she wanted. It was pretty obvious. The girl was begging to be fucked.

And I wasn't ready to comply. 

Too much had happened. The last few days had been a gigantic dose of reality. No matter how much I wanted to get my dick wet, I wasn't ready. School had only been going on for a week and already things were far too complicated.

So I let my phone buzz. For now Jessica's text would go unanswered. Instead I would continue to stare out the window and watch the snow fall over campus. Perhaps this weekend I could leave everything behind. When my office hours were done I would bundle my body against the cold, drive home, and wrap myself in the cocoon of my apartment. I could delve back into the books and find my way again. Studying would help. From there I could regain my focus. I'd avoid the world until then.

Then a knock at the door. Fuck, she had found me....

*****

"Give it to me Professor, fucking give it to me! Bring it to the tip, I want it. Oh I fucking want it all in my fucking pussy. I WANT IT ALL IN MY FUCKING PUSSY!!! OOOOHHH!!! YES!!! Fuck right there. You wanna fucking cum in me, you wanna fucking cum in me - do it! Shit yes, I can feel it! Fill meeeeeeeeeee..."

And I came.

Spurt upon spurt of nut emptied into Taryn's welcoming cunt. 

And that's when the door opened.

Taryn and I were both naked from the waist down (although, her shirt was pushed up above her tits). I was holding her athletic frame up on a wooden bar while I slid my meat in and out of her slick pussy. Taryn's long, toned legs were wrapped around me while my hand partially covered her mouth. At least I had muffled some of her moans.

For the last several minutes I had been drilling this brunette coed with my cock. Taryn had found me on the running track and led me to what I had mistakenly thought was a discreet and private sanctuary in the school gym: an empty aerobics room lined with mirrors. First Taryn slobbered on my shaft. Then I bent her over an exercise ball and banged her from behind. As a finale, I picked up the slender brunette so I could fuck her against the wall. And that's when we were discovered. 

Somewhere in the periphery of my mind I was aware that Taryn and I had been caught; the situation had changed. I knew that my world would come crashing down in just a few short seconds. For now though my body couldn't stop. Unbidden, my hips continued to thrust in the heaves of orgasm. My mind was a lust-filled fog. This college coed was spread wide, giving me everything, and I was a fucking god. Taryn's pussy was so sloppy good and I was already caught up in shooting my load. 

One. More. Thrust. So gooooooood... 

I blinked and shuddered. A final gasp escaped my lips.

And then I fully realized what had happened.

A big yellow cart laden with a mop, broom, and other cleaning implements was sitting in the doorway. A short, blonde woman with feathered hair had been pushing it. Behind her was a second woman, about thirty years older (probably in her fifties) with frizzy, red hair and glasses.

The two cleaning women halted, frozen by the pornographic scene thrust upon them. Their eyes bulged with shock; until now their work shift had been like any other. They had gone from room to room sweeping and emptying trashcans; along the way they had probably chitchatted and gossiped. Nothing unusual. Everything had been so routine and mundane. But now -- what the fuck?!

Clearly these poor women had not been ready to find two students furiously fornicating against the wall. 

I released Taryn's ass from my grip and stumbled backwards. 

My cock slid out of her pussy, uncorking all of our combined juices. The viscous flood of jizz and cunt nectar ran unconstrained from her battered hole. A thin stream of globular liquid poured onto the floor. 

The blonde squeaked and clapped a hand to her mouth. The redhead just froze in shock.

Taryn slid to the floor and scanned for her clothes. 

Unfortunately for her, they were strewn about the room. The striptease she had given me had been sexy, but did not make for an easy get away. Not bothering with panties, Taryn dove for her shorts. She tugged them on, but became caught up in the legs; the brunette lost her balance and tumbled to the floor.

There was no masking what Taryn and I had been doing. Heck, the DNA evidence was in a puddle on the floor. So why hide? 

Perhaps I could salvage a shred of dignity? Confidence, my friend, is the key to all. Maybe I could just keep it cool and brashly bluff my way out of this nightmare. After all, I had been fucking bad ass! Is there anything more balls out than banging a taken woman in a public fuck?

So I breathed deeply and found my Zen. I blinked twice and put my hands on my hips. Grinning widely, I looked up. My cock was wet, shiny, and still fully erect. It stood proudly on perfect display. I shrugged apologetically as I unflinchingly said, "I'm sorry, but you caught us in a delicate moment. Obviously, we weren't expecting visitors. Would you give me and my lady friend a moment to freshen up?"

The redhead, still in a semi-catatonic state, nodded blankly. 

Her blonde associate gestured a few times and opened her mouth as if she were about to speak. But no words came out. 

Finally, she broke out in a fit of giggles and nodded her head in exasperated amusement. She grabbed her co-worker by the elbow and tugged, managing to mumble between peels of laughter, "We'll be out in the hall."

The door closed behind the two women. 

I felt like a marionette whose string had been cut. All energy fled my body. A buzzing whooshed into my ears. That risk was damn fucking insane. Getting caught was bound to happen. I had been living on the edge for far too long with way too many women. With all of the public sex, sooner or later I would get spotted. Someone would see. And they did. I had been caught red-handed with my dick inside the proverbial cookie jar.

Air left me and a sense of doom filled my lungs. This could be the end. I could lose my job and be arrested for public indecency. My career in academe would never recover from this kind of trauma. I was one cooked goose.

Now dressed, Taryn shoved my clothes at me; I flailed and snatched the garments instinctually. Shaking away the fog, I quickly got dressed. I suppose I had lost myself for a moment, my thoughts had taken over, shutting everything else down. But 

I couldn't afford such luxuries. We needed to move fast; those women wouldn't stay out in the hall very long. We had to move on before one of them thought to ask who we were.

Taryn was right with me. She understood the explosive nature of the situation and was ready to bolt. With a nod of silent agreement, we both headed for the door. Perhaps through balls and bullshit we might be able to barnstorm our way out of here.

We opened the door and the women were gone. No cart, no sign, no trace.

Shit!

Taryn was white -- fucking white -- with terror. She looked at me, her eyes pleading. I nodded and said, "We need to get out of here."

"Totally," she replied, grabbing my hand. 

We bolted down the hall. The sex room had been left in our tracks. Exhaustion vanished. Pure adrenaline was our fuel. We raced past the main stairs and turned down a side hall. At the far end was a door with a stair sign. Sweet, had we found a back way? Wasting no time we barreled into the stair well. Our feet flew as we raced for the bottom landing. 

Before us, like red fluorescent mana from heaven, was an emergency exit door. For a moment I worried about tripping an alarm. If the women hadn't told anyone we could get snatched up anyway. But that was a minor risk; we could be gone before security could be summoned. No, it was best to roll the dice. 

Taryn and I had to blast out of here.

Taryn reached the door first. She threw her whole body against the metal door bar. Thank God! No alarms. The door clanged open and we were deposited into an unshoveled snow drift. The icy air stung while flecks of white dotted our hair. Taryn and I were sweaty and in our thin gym clothes; the damp fabric would soon freeze. Clearly, we weren't prepared for the dead of a Midwest winter. But we didn't care. For now, escaping was enough.

A few minutes later the two of us shivered in my car. I cranked up the heater and made for an empty parking lot around the corner. I found a spot and idled. Time ticked by while we just sat there, teeth chattering, trying to tame our inner hobgoblins. 

Warm air billowed out from the vents, and slowly the insanity melted. 

Taryn was the first to break the silence when she blurted, "I'm so sorry." She launched herself into my arms and gave me a huge bear hug. Taryn's shoulders shook as she sobbed. 

I held Taryn against me and rubbed her back. My fingers absently fluttered up and down tracing silly geometric patterns. 

This wasn't her fault; I was complicit during every step of the way. I could have said no. So I muttered, "There's no need to apologize. No worries. I'm sorry too, but I guess we're safe."

I'm not sure how long we huddled together, locked in that embrace. She felt so good in my arms. While I would never want to go through that hellish escape again, I also savored this result. This part felt right -- holding Taryn, comforting her. Was this the silver lining? The world had thrown its worst at us and for now we remained unscathed -- together. And because of that, had our relationship changed?

Taryn pulled back and held my face in her hands. Her eyes flitted back and forth searching my reactions. What did she see? 

Whatever she found, it must have been enough.

Taryn kissed me. 

I met her lips. They were moist and gentle. I pulled her tight. Taryn shuddered and sighed in my arms. 

Neither of us expected this moment. Intimacy had not been what we were after. But there it was... 

I broke the kiss. Taryn looked at me through heavy-lidded eyes and wiped away a stray tear; a of hair had fallen loose from her ponytail and covered half her face. The girl was a wreck, but no matter; I'm pretty sure that I was a disaster too. 

"Well, so that happened," Taryn croaked, her voice flat and tired.

There wasn't much to say so I nodded blankly, "Yeah it did."

"Think anything will come of it?"

I shrugged. There was no way of knowing. The cleaning women might talk, but they could just as easily stay silent. 

Taryn smirked, "At least part of it was good."

I thought about making a joke, but decided against it. Instead I just said simply: "Yes. Very good."

Taryn nodded. I think my answer gave her what she needed. 

She put her arm around me and settled against my shoulder. With the car console between us, we weren't in a comfortable position. Simple human touch, though, can be a wonderful thing. 

Time was ticking, and I knew it was time to raise an unpleasant subject. "What about your boyfriend?"

Taryn shook her head and blinked. "What about him?"

"Weren't you supposed to meet him at the gym?"

"Fuck!" Taryn spat. "I totally forgot. Hold on." Taryn patted down her shorts and cursed again. "Shit, I left my cell in the gym locker. All my clothes are there too." 

"When does he get off work?"

Taryn squinted and looked at the clock. "About two hours, when the gym closes."

"My cell's at home. Whenever I work out I just bring my wallet and keys. I'll take you to my place and from there we can call Roxy. I can drive her back to the gym and she can get your stuff. And you can tell your boyfriend whatever you like from there. Sound good?"

"Sure, I think it'll work."

I cranked up the car and put it into reverse. There was little time to waste. 

***** 

Roxy had been watching QVC (an odd choice of programming for someone so punk, I thought) and wasn't keen on being disturbed. After a few minutes of pleading though, she consented to help. 

Forty-five minutes later Roxy had retrieved all of her sister's stuff. I was impressed. Roxy had been bundled up in enough winter clothes to disguise her otherwise recognizable appearance. Her tats were buried under a scarf and an old army parka. Her day-glo blue hair was tucked up under her hat. And tonight, she wore glasses. 

"I walked right by him and the lug didn't even look up from the issue of Maxim he had open. No offense Taryn, but I don't think the guy even knows how to read. He just likes the pretty pictures. Oooh shiny.... And why the fuck does the school even waste money on student security like that? So worthless... and yet they will jack up tuition again in the fall," Roxy ranted.

Taryn rolled her eyes and giggled. "Thanks sis. You saved my life."

"I know. You owe me. Big time," Roxy replied, holding up a hand. "But I still don't understand. What happened?" 

So Taryn and I took turns explaining our rendezvous at the gym. 

At first Roxy looked impressed. Then her expressions turned to shock. Finally, she just slumped back in her car seat and shook her head in disbelief. 

After giving Roxy the highlights, Taryn called her boyfriend. It wasn't a long conversation. She told him that she had a cramp and went home from the gym early to get some rest. She was sorry she didn't see him as she left. He must have been in the bathroom or something. No, he didn't need to stop by the dorm. She would be fine and see him tomorrow for lunch. 

Overall, Taryn gave a winning performance. 

"Well ladies...." I said, my voice trailing off. I wasn't sure what to say. 

"Do you want to, uh, go back to your apartment?" Taryn hesitatingly asked.

"Do you?" I asked back.

"Well...." Taryn sighed hesitatingly and then shook her head. "Don't take this the wrong way, but no. I should go home. It's been one hell of an evening, tonight. I'm not sure if any more excitement would be good for me." 

"I know what you are saying."

"Really? Is that ok?"

"Sure, sure. Believe me, I get it," I said. And it was true. I needed time to clear my own head too. This evening felt pretty game changing. "I think I just need to take a shower and get some sleep."

"Cool."

"Should I just drop you off back at your dorm?"

"Yeah."

I looked at Roxy. She opened her mouth, about to let loose with some snide comment, but then reconsidered. Gauging her - she probably expected to get laid tonight. I wondered if that was why she had been so quick to assist. My willingness to use my dick could be (and had been) taken for granted. I guess that's what happens when one is a male slut. 

"Sorry Roxy, no action for you tonight," I said. 

"Well, I'll take a rain check. I'm sure that you're good for a future fuck," she winked. 

I sighed as I drove down the road. I wasn't so sure.

*****

"David Riggins?"

"Here." A sleepy-eyed boy underneath a hoodie moaned from the back of the classroom. 

I hated taking attendance. If a student attended class, cool. If they didn't show and flunked out, it served them right. And if they don't show, but still managed to ace the projects and exams? Well... then bonus for them. Why do I need to force anyone to attend? What is the point of a bogus attendance policy? Do I really need the ego stroke of seeing a classroom full of packed seats? After all, they're paying (quite handsomely) for the educational privilege of attending my lectures. If they have some place more important to be that is their adult decision. Who am I to judge? 

And I'm not a goddamn babysitter. 

But I don't make the rules. The high muckety-muck course director demanded that we have a strong attendance policy with heavy penalties. Thus, I am forced to waste the first five minutes of every class checking to see who rolled out of bed in the morning.

"Eleanor Rudolph?"

"Here," said a brunette sporting a backwards baseball cap. A wicked smile crept onto her face as she licked her lips. Her eyes twinkled as she continued, "But Professor, I asked you to call me Ellie. Remember?"

I started to jot down a note on my attendance list and then...

On went the light switch. What? WHAT?! Couldn't be? Shit! I hadn't gotten too good of a peek at her the other night. 

I looked up from my notes and made eye contact. Was it her? 

The woman leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and nodded. Fuck, it was.... 

I blinked in recognition. I knew this woman. I had met Ellie for the first time in class two days ago, but that instance hadn't registered. I taught three classes and there were just too many faces. Besides, the first day was always a blur. The second time though, was golden. Unknowingly, I had encountered her again later that night. More importantly, she had also seen me -- and I mean really seen me. She was there in the hallway on Monday night, coming back from the dorm showers; that's when she saw me. And Shannon. And my cock. And I had been getting a blow job.

It was happening all over again. I was falling into the same trap that I had bumbled into last semester. I was fucking all over the place and now I was getting caught. The circle of people who knew about my sex life was just getting bigger and bigger. 

My life needed to change.

I shrugged my shoulders and nodded. Ellie smiled in return. I couldn't tell if there was any malice behind it. Nor would I know until the semester had come and gone. I guess I just needed to plan for the worst and get on with class.

"Fiona Sagen?"

*****

So that's how I decided to become celibate. 

Seriously.

I was done. Women were at the heart of all my problems. I couldn't think, I couldn't focus. A girl would spread her legs and I would drop everything to insert my schlong. The time and the place didn't matter. I was a nympho in constant heat. Danger and boundaries didn't mean jack anymore. Wherever and whenever, I was ready to fuck. 

And this needed to stop. 

Multiple people had caught me banging coed hotties. My job and future could evaporate at any moment. It would only take one person to report me. In addition my advisor, Jen, wanted to be done with me; a year and a half of research would be lost if she had her way. 

I came to this conclusion as the students were discussing in groups. I know I zoned out. What should have been five minutes became ten. I was in my own space, lost in transient thoughts. 

A group on the left side began to get rowdy. One of them, a football player type, threw something at the trash can next to me. The din of an apple core reverberating off the rim shook me out of my state. And that's when it all became clear. 

No more pussy. No more BJs. No more coeds.

I looked up and grinned. The answer was so easy. Now I just had to fucking finish teaching class. 

"Are you guys all done? You ready to talk this out?" I said moving to the blackboard. I could do this.

Yeah, right.

*****

After class I didn't go back to my office. I was pretty sure that Jessica might be sitting at my desk waiting for me. She would be swiveling around in my chair in low-rider jeans... or a frayed, mini-denim skirt. Would she be wearing panties? Cute, satin t-backs? Or maybe lacy boy shorts? Either way the garment could be taken off so easily. I bet the buxom tart wouldn't even need me to say a word before she bent over my desk. She would just do it, completely ready for a hard pounding. And then I would raise my hand and give her an afternoon spanking...




More Oral After the Exam Ch. 04



Fuck! How did these thoughts come to me? 

If Jessica wasn't all hot, bothered, and waiting then maybe my office mate Cindy would be around. She might be up for a quickie before her class, right? She'd look good with a little butter on her warm, Southern grits. 

Or Shannon might swing by. One could always use a spinner like her. She'd gladly be flipped over and bent in every direction. I did the math. There are so many potential angles, especially from such a willing accomplice.

Get your head in the game, dude! 

I had slipped too many times. Now was the time for restraint. 

What had become of me? Like any other guy when bored, my mind strayed to sex. I had all the predictable appetites. What normal, hetero guy wouldn't want to bang hot, college coeds? 

But my life had plunged into the surreal; this wasn't standard happenstance. I was horny 24/7. My thoughts were sex. My dreams were sex. My every waking moment was sex. I had a perpetual hard-on of the brain. It was like I had spotted a seductive woman eating a banana, or licking an ice cream cone, or sucking on a lollipop in public. And then another. And another. All day long... every day.

Whatever the case, I needed to be free of distractions. 

So I went to a diner away from campus and staked out a spot. 

There was a booth with my name written all over it. I spread books and papers all over the formica table top. After ordering a turkey club I did my best to ignore the waitress (a dirty blonde that wiggled just right and nibbled on her pencil as she listened to my order). I ate my food and set to work. That diner booth was my home for the next several hours. That's the beauty of diners: once you stake your claim no one bothers you. 

Eventually my eyes began to blur. It was time to go back to my apartment; I was strung out on caffeine and wired on the books. But I had a cunt free afternoon -- all studying, no complications. 

That night Jessica sent me two texts. The first asked if I was busy. The second informed me that she was headed out with her sorority sisters, but that I should call if I was up for some fun. I'm pretty sure that Jessica meant the "fun" would be had by everybody: me, her, and her sorority sisters. Oh boy.

The next day was packed with school so I kept my head down and said very little. Sarah cornered me in the hall and tried to talk but I shrugged her off. While she was my best friend, I still wasn't ready to unload yet. I went home again after classes. 

Life was easier as a hermit.

I got Jessica's text just before midnight. It told me to check my email. Now. 

Flying to my computer, I logged into the email program. 

Hmmmn... Two minutes ago Jessica had sent me an email. 

There were no words in the message, only an unfamiliar link. 

What harm could occur from checking it out? I blinked twice and then clicked. 

I found myself in a video chat room. 

After a few seconds of buffering, I was looking at Shannon. The entire screen was filled with her smiling face. The girl absently bit her lip in thought, then brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and hooked it over an ear. 

Now I was intrigued. What was going on? I swiveled in my desk chair, watching expectantly. This was not a link to Lol Cats, a Rick Astley vid, or even to "Two Girls and a Cup." 

Something live was about to happen. With Shannon and Jessica involved, this spectacle was bound to be interesting.

And probably naughty.

One minute passed, then two. All I could see was Shannon's face. She started to hum something nonsensical to herself, possibly that song by Cobra Starship. Two more minutes ticked by and then Shannon shook her head. As if waking up, she asked, "Ummm... think he's here yet?"

"Probably, but if he isn't it won't matter."

"Really?"

"Well Shan, I'd rather he watch but I'm totally gonna get my fuck on one way or another."

"True."

"So I might as well get started, right?"

"That's what I was thinking."

"You know what to do with the camera?"

"Sure. I'll try to, like, keep it as bond as possible."

A pause. "Shan, what the hell does that mean?"

Shannon giggled, "Fuck if I know, but it was fun to say."

Another pause. "Whatever... let's get started."

Shannon's eyes twinkled as she grinned wickedly from ear to ear. "Professor, I hope you are watching," she said. "Me and my roomie have a little show for you. She's a dirty girl, you know? So that bitch is going to totally get all sudsy-wudsy for your filthy viewing, piggy pleasure."

Shannon picked up the camera and panned. I instantly recognized the location; I was viewing the girl's showers in their dorm - I had been there a couple times following previous rendezvous with Shannon and Jessica. 

Only now, instead of getting a shampoo hand job from Taryn, I was looking through a camera. The lens was pointed straight at one of the shower stalls. The vinyl curtain was pulled to the side. 

Jessica was standing naked in the center of the stall. Her hand rested on her hip, which was cocked in a sassy stance. She tossed her blonde mane and flashed a cheshire smile directly into the camera. Jessica was daring me to meet her eyes. She was nervous, but I think that was the razor's edge of the thrill. 

The tickle of panic itself was exhilarating. Besides the girl had nothing to worry about: Jessica had a fucking fantastic body and she better damn well know it. 

Jessica strutted forward, working her hips deliciously as she approached. About two feet from the camera she fell still. The blonde bombshell bent at the waist. I couldn't help drool at how her breasts hung in front of her. 

"Hello Professor. You want a piece of this pussy?" Jessica asked, soft and low before giving her snatch a smack. "If you are wearing pants, unbutton them. Grab hold of the zipper and tug it down. I want what ever you are wearing to be around your ankles. Then grip your johnson. Seize the pickle. Say hello to your monster. Choke that fucking chicken. He and I are going to have some fun tonight."

My resistance was gone. Masturbation and a shower couldn't possibly hurt. It wasn't sex. I could wank off and still keep my vow. 

Besides, who was I to argue? I decided to do as I was told.

Jessica waited for a moment (it was as if she knew precisely how long it would take me to strip down to my bare ass - odd) before speaking, "Go ahead and start stroking. I'm going to get wet. No. Soaked"

The eighteen year old coed spun on her heel and channeled Marilyn Monroe. She sauntered back to the shower and rotated the dial. A spray of water burst out of the head, dousing her completely. 

Jessica jumped and squealed as she turned and clutched herself. 

The initial shot must have been shockingly cold and icy. She hopped on one foot trying to dodge the freezing bullets. After a hellish few seconds Jessica loosened up and regained her composure; I could practically feel the increase in temperature as Jessica's shoulders relaxed. 

Unable to help myself, I chuckled. Jessica was trying so hard to be the grown-up seductress. How like her to have an over-elaborate plan that hinged on playing the cool, sophisticated vamp. Instead something small went wrong and so too collapsed her house of cards. Her playful desire couldn't help but shine through - adorably. That moment of spontaneity where her guard came crashing down was far sexier than whatever she had been trying to portray. 

Besides I could never get enough of watching her boobs bounce.

Jessica turned back to face the wall and stepped fully into the water's spray. Her hair darkened and slicked back. Grasping the blonde locks between her hands she smoothed them into a single plait. Water cascaded down her back and over her well-rounded posterior. 

Jessica bent down to pick up a bottle of body wash and a mesh pouf. She squirted a creamy dollop of soap onto the pink pouf ball and started to rub. With her back still trained on me, she reached over shoulder and stretched. There was something feline in the way her muscles flexed into position.

"That's the fresh hotness. The girl's fucking sexy, isn't she Professor?" Shannon asked off camera. "You understand I got it bad, right? With this slut as my roomie I get so itchy all the time. We are two goddamn horny, fucking bitches. Pussy is great but we totally need some dick too. There's nothing like being filled. Too bad you aren't around."

I gulped and dumped lube all over my cock. 

My barely legal cutie was now a soapy, wet dream. Bubbles and suds ran along the curve of Jessica's back. "Oh my God, that is so much ass!" Shannon blurted. "Bend over baby girl - one more time for me. Sweet paradise!"

Jessica snorted derisively, but I knew she was faking. The girl adored attention. She folded at the waist and wiggled her tush. Body wash foam flowed over her ass and into the cleft, molding to the succulent folds of her teenage pussy. Several thin, white lines dribbled down her thighs. Was there any more perfect view in the world?

Shannon couldn't help herself: she was getting into this shower tease too, "Yes, yes! Right there you naughty thing you. You're such a good little whore. Oh yes... Now turn around and like lather up your front."

Jessica dutifully did as she was instructed. More soap was applied to that lucky pouf ball. With a wink the blonde slut made sure I was paying close attention. How? By scrubbing those dirty tits spotlessly clean. And why should she not? Who would want dirty breasts? 

Shannon's narrative continued, "You know Professor, Jessica is totally a good shower buddy. We've done it so many times. I scrub her, she scrubs me. Our skin gets all slippery and slidey. We sometimes can't study so we just come in here and rub our bodies together. It's a prefect way to relieve tension, you know?"

Jessica was now rubbing her sopping pussy with the pink pouf. 

Her whole cooch was a soapy mess. 

Lost in her reverie Shannon prattled on, she was flying through past memories. Her words felt more reminiscent of collusion than anything else, "Late at night is when we do it, so we don't make too much of a scene. I wonder if any of the other girls in the dorm know what we do. How do you think they would react? Would they be haters all up on us? Would they be choking on big, warm glasses of hate-o-rade? It'd suck to get in trouble. But I don't think they'd do that. Who would do that?"

Jessica hung up the pouf ball. She stood under the shower spray and rinsed off the soap. 

Awwwww.... 

With dismay I watched while the white suds flowed down the drain. But I couldn't stay sad for very long. Jessica cupped her hand over her cunt and dipped her fingers inside. First she used one digit and then two. They moved inside her molten honey pot with well-practiced ease. Meanwhile, the heel of her hand rubbed against her clit. I could tell by the way her lips formed an "O" that Jessica was getting very excited.

And bless her heart, Shannon kept on talking, "All the girls on the floor are probably already wise. Oh you know Professor - that Jessica screams pretty fucking loud whenever she cums. How could they not hear her? Or me? I can't help myself either." Shannon giggled. 

Then she dropped the bomb, "Besides if they caught us, don't you think those bitches would want to join us?" 

I stroked my cock faster.

Shannon purred. Her mouth must have been right next to the mic. "After we are all clean we are still dirty. You know? We can't help ourselves. I know I can't. Jessica is just too yummy and juicy. We often end up with our fingers buried in each other's pussies. Look at her right now. What she is doing feels sooooooo good. Jessica totally gets how to fuck a girl silly but still. The best part is when we break out the toys."

Jessica took her cue. Wicked delight played upon the blonde's lips as she grinned lewdly. She reached behind the vinyl shower curtain and pulled out a giant rubber dildo. My eyes widened. It was a big, pink monster with semi-realistic veins. I'd have bet big money that could do some serious damage to a cute, tight teenage twat.

Jessica's tight teenage twat. 

Oh my, fuck!

The beast had a suction cup on the base; gripping the cunt-stretcher by the root, Jessica slapped it against the wall about a foot and a half from the ground. It stuck to the tiles, bouncing wildly up and down when she let it go. 

I knew what was coming next.

Jessica.

"And now we get to the good part," Shannon whispered, as much to herself as to me. Her voice was filled with reverence and awe.

Jessica dropped to the floor on her hands and knees. The water continued to cascade down her tan body. She gulped in focus and stoic preparation before her face broke into a grin. She nodded a single time before mouthing a single phrase, "Fuck me, Professor." 

The blonde flexed her knees sending her ass flying back against the wall in a downward motion. Jessica's mouth flew open wide upon the sudden penetration. Her arms locked and shoulders trembled. While I couldn't hear Jessica's voice over the beating water, I knew that she loosed a fantastic wail. 

Sudden shock overwhelmed Jessica. She paused, holding her position, face contorting in a cocktail of pleasure, pain, and surprise. Rolling her head, she visibly swallowed. Then Jessica looked up, panting. 

And smiled. 

"I'm on all fours like a good slut," Jessica yelled over the shower. 

This was the first time I could make out her words. Damn! She was fucking screaming! "Now grab a hold of those hips and MAKE that pussy yours, Professor!"

Then she slammed her ass against the wall. While the specifics were different, the game was familiar. Unfortunately, my cock was only a sideline participant this time. Her cunt must have been soaked, since she swallowed the entire dildo in a single thunderous stroke. 

My darling Jessica wasn't loose, quite the contrary: she was a wonderfully delicious, tight teenage fuck. Her snatch always gripped my dick like a vice. She loved every moment of our congress; at just the mention of a fuck, she was spread and ready -- more slippery than I would have otherwise thought possible. 

"Yeah ride that cock. Bang the shit out of it," Shannon ordered. 

Her voice had become strong and clear. The tiny teen was now giving the orders - and she liked being the boss, the fuck mistress that called the shots. 

"Yes, baby girl, look at me with your pretty eyes," Shannon continued. "I bet the Professor is pumping it all hard and fast watching you fuck that giant dong. Think about his cock and how it would feel in your pussy. So good...right? I know. I can't help myself either."

Shannon panned the camera down. For the first time that night I could see what she was wearing: typical of a late night dorm rat Shannon had on a pink baby-t and some loose fitting pajama bottoms. Most interestingly, her free hand was buried within those pants. She must have been finger-fucking herself. I could clearly make out her knuckles rising and falling against the fabric.

Jessica's eyes grew wide as she continued to throw herself against the wall. Eyes burning, her mind had transported her to another place. The raw, unabated fury of the fuck was unprecedented. She was a fucktoy hurtling toward a screeching orgasm.

Sensations bore down upon Jessica more rapidly than she expected. The slut howled and clawed at the floor. Her wail hovered pure and clear above the din of the pelting water. With Jessica's tush high in the hair, her face was now an inch or two from the tiles. She shuddered and fell into a high vibrato. Her breasts shook, tracing patterns in the pooling water.

Releasing my cock, I put both hands behind my head. I interlocked my fingers, so that I would feel no temptation to continue stroking. My body was a hair's breath away from an explosion. With two to three more shakes I would send jizz spurting high and wide. The release would feel fantastic, but the moment didn't seem right -- yet. I sensed there was more to come.

Breathing heavy, Jessica stared glassy-eyed into the camera. 

She panted as she blinked through heavy lids. The beast was alive and well inside of her. It had roared. Crouched on the floor, hair wet and disheveled, she was a feral force. 

Jessica sprung. Her body unwound into action. She twirled and yanked the dildo from the wall. Rocking back onto the balls of her feet she turned to face me. The blonde was crouching, pussy spread wide before me. With surprising force she drove that dick home, sticking it to bathroom floor.

"One more fuck!" Jessica roared before impaling her cunt. Once again she was lanced on the giant rubber dick. 

Fuck. She had done this same thing to me so many times. I knew what it was like for her to assault my cock. She'd bend at the knees, squatting over my prone body, my disco stick standing vertical, lined up with her slippery, pink velvet glove. 

Slowly, she would descend. Jessica's cherry lips would part and - Bam -- I'd be buried inside her sweet, teenaged hole. Flesh would press against flesh, reveling in the pressure of our two bodies. We'd linger in the slow caress of pussy to cock. But lovers cannot stand still...

Soon we would be fucking like animals and the flesh of her ass would quiver as she bounced against me.

"Screw this shit," I heard Shannon mutter, as she set down the camera. The lens was trained directly onto the pornographic scene unfurling before my eyes.

Only now there was a second participant. Shannon stepped into the camera frame. She pulled the baby-T over her head and shimmied out of her PJ bottoms. Leaving the clothes on the floor she placed her tiny ass front and center. The girl was horny. She didn't bother wasting time with a tease. Shannon didn't wiggle, strut, bend over, or spread. 

She simply moved farther forward...

Shannon stood inches away from Jessica. The brunette leaned into her roommate, seizing Jessica's head, and grasped two hand-fulls of blonde hair. Shannon pulled Jessica to her pubis and then pushed down.

While I couldn't see the precise connection of tongue to pussy, I could tell the instant that it happened. Shannon crackled with electricity. Her body went rigid and she threw her head back. 

An instant orgasm pressed down upon Shannon, fireworks popped off all around her. She writhed, clutching Jessica tightly. 

The blonde's face was driven deep -- oh so deep -- into Shannon's cunt. 

Jessica's arms wrapped around Shannon's hips, fiercely grabbing her butt and squeezing the cheeks, kneading the supple flesh. 

A throaty moan exploded from Shannon lips. "OHHHH FUCKING GAWD!!!!" 

Jessica seized this opportunity to hammer down on the dildo. 

As she descended, the giant rubber punisher tore into her pussy for a final time. It was as deep as she could take it. The fake balls rubbed directly against her needy clit.

Although I couldn't be certain, Jessica went through all of the tell-tale signs of her orgasm; her body shook, the muscles on her forearms tightened, and then Jessica rocked forward onto her knees, making Shannon stumble slightly backward. 

Through it all, the girls somehow managed to clutch each other tight. 

I began to cum. 

The orgasm beat down upon me like waves from nowhere. 

Oddly I hadn't even realized that my hands were back on my cock. 

White spunk flew up and over my left shoulder. A second splatter thudded onto my chest, while a third arced up and came back down. The lesbian shower-fest was more than I could handle. Who could blame me? Teenaged college cuties getting hot, steamy, and wet in their dorm showers? Better yet, they were putting on this peep show just for me! Holy fucking shit!!! 

Damn straight, I'm going to bust a nut.

I closed my eyes and sank into the sensation. An infinite, black expanse zoomed out in every direction. I floated, transcendent over life's complications. This was the gooey warm center, the crux of everything and nothing. I had reached the place that was the heart of it all. For the eternity of an instant my world was clear.




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Then my eyes fluttered open. The ladies were detangling their bodies, another moment and they were picking themselves up off the floor. Shannon walked over to the web cam and picked it up. Jessica curtsied and blew me a kiss 

The screen went black.

And I went to bed.

*****

While pondering Jessica's unanswered text: "R U in ur office?" I heard her knock. 

I was sitting in my office, incapacitated, and staring out the window watching snow swirl in the glow of lamplights. The events of the past few days tumbled through my mind. The moment felt ripe for a grand gesture. 

But what was the answer? I was torn. So much had transpired. I wanted Jessica. No, I ached for her. She was every fantasy I could imagine. Even more though, she was fun. When I was around her I couldn't imagine being anywhere else; Jessica became my entire world. Perhaps that was the biggest gift I could ever be given.

But I was terrified. The sex was too dangerous. Just the basic act of being with her (and only her) was inappropriate. But we never, ever, stopped at that line of just one-on-one vanilla sex. 

We always played in the deep end. I needed to stop it. Now. 

Sex with students, sex in public, sex with bondage, sex with threesomes, foursomes, and more-somes. Sex, sex, sex. 

I had gone to the precipice too many times. My life was spinning out of control. Fuck, I had gotten caught with my dick in the candy jar, twice (both Taryn's pussy and Shannon's mouth were like candy). I had to pull back. 

Breaking my plan to Jessica would be difficult; she might not understand. Our entire relationship was built upon sex. She was very important to me and I meant it when I had told her I loved her. I wasn't sure though, if that was enough. If someone talked I could lose my education, my job, and my future career. 

My life could easily be doomed. I had to say something. Avoidance would never be a satisfactory long-term answer. 

And Jessica deserved answers. 

That was my second epiphany. 

So I resolved at that moment to tell Jessica my thoughts. I would level with her and propose lowering the risks. I didn't want her to go, we just needed to cool things down for a while. 

We could date, but sex would take a hiatus. With a short break I hoped I could clear my head. All of the bullshit could empty out. Maybe then we could find a relationship with some sanity, stability, and depth.

Yes that had to be the answer. She would understand. I would tell her right now.

I got up from my chair and crossed the room. I opened the door, ready to have a heart-to-heart with Jessica...

Only to find Jen Endicott glaring back at me.

She pushed on my chest making me fall back into my chair in surprise. Kicking the door closed she threw her sleek, black trench coat over the desk. She stood in a violet corset, lacy thong, garter belt, and stockings. Her stiletto heels clicked against the floor.

I timidly held up my hand like I was gazing directly into the sun. 

I shrunk into my chair, stuttering incoherently. I knew the gestures were pathetic. But there it was; I was caught off guard. 

Towering over me my advisor snarled, "Shut up worm. I don't give a shit about your teenage bitches. You're going to give me your cock."

And so I did.



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I am back to continue the second part of my "Oral Exam" storyline. The dirty stories too much to stay away.... If you haven't read the first series (or the first four stories in this series), I'd suggest that you stop here and go back. Don't worry! They have naughty bits too. A warning: this one gets pretty extreme. If it is too much for you, stick with me. I pull myself back from the abyss after this chapter. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to Mykittystar for editing. I deeply appreciate your thoughts and encouragement. You've really made this something special. Otherwise, feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. I am not always sure myself. Keep your eyes open for the next installment. It will be up shortly. I have several more all set and ready to go (after a little more editing). Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

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My grip locked to the arms of my desk chair. With catching breath, my palms broke into a light sheen of sweat. Moisture trickled from my pores. I gulped, straining against my tightening shirt collar. The room spun and became a sweltering gray. I blinked, willing my teetering office to freeze. I wished I could be somewhere; anywhere far from here. 

This couldn't be happening.

The cloying scent of perfume hung thick and stale in the air. Jen had doused herself, perhaps in an attempt to tart herself up. 

She wore a violet corset with lacy trim and black thong panties. Jen's stockings screamed that the whore in her was ready to play and her stilettos made her legs go on forever. 

Jen knew what made my cock throb. This was the most overtly feminine outfit that I had ever seen my professor wear. Most of the time she was sharp and stylishly cold with perhaps a whiff of butch. While attractive, that sort of presence wasn't truly my taste; but this naughty, nightie-deviation was poised to send me hurtling over the cliff. Jen knew my penchant for dirty sluts and was exploiting these desires to drive me wild. I've always had a thing for lingerie and stockings, they send my libido crashing into overload. 

Not tonight.

Jen aimed high, but over compensated. Instead of smelling like sweet seduction, she reeked of desperation. I couldn't deal with the artifice. The bitch had a scorching hot body; she was throwing herself at me, while practically naked in my office. But this ensemble was not about desire. 

It was designed to grab control. 

And she had succeeded. I'd been expecting Jessica, not Jen. 

Consequently I'd been startled, knocked senseless, and left reeling in confusion. Jen's appearance was incongruous with the woman I thought she was; this new reality made my stomach churn. Nausea pummeled my throat. If only I'd kept my dick in check.

Tonight she was demanding my subservience. Could my resolve hold? What would happen if I refused to give in? How could I shake this bitch loose? 

"Take off your pants," Jen commanded. When I sat frozen, locked away, and unable to move - she hurled an additional imperative: "Now!"

I threw my head back and rolled my eyes. I could look to the heavens for help, but I knew a miracle wasn't going to save me. 

Was this really happening? Tension between Jen and I had been snowballing since the beginning of the semester, but I hadn't expected things to wind up here. I never dreamed that she would barge into my office and start making demands for me to sex her off.

Last semester Jen, my PhD advisor, and I had a fling (actually a couple of flings). We fucked and sucked each other behind the closed door of her office. All had been well. I had assumed we were just having fun, that there were no strings. 

I was very wrong.

The play ended, abruptly. It turned out that Jen hadn't appreciated me having sex with other women. When she caught Jessica and I boinking in the library (with a third girl too) Jen fled the scene. Claiming to be disgusted by my desires for undergraduate flesh, my dissertation advisor scrambled for moralistic high ground. 

I had been concerned shortly after getting caught; Jen held a lot of power over me. As my advisor, she had the task of being my shepherd through the PhD process. Without her full-throated support my dissertation would never make it out of the committee's hands. 

I hadn't heard much from her until this semester. For awhile I thought our relationship would fumble through awkwardness to a state of cease fire.

Nope. The claws were out. She...

SLAP!

My head jerked backward as Jen smacked me across the jaw with her open palm. 

"Goddamn it! Open your pants and take out your dick," Jen spat, as she held my face and pinched my cheeks. "We're going to fuck."

The buzzing in my head became a scream. My eyes clouded with red as my hands tightened their grip on the chair.

My voice was no more than a whisper. "What?" I croaked. 

"I said, we're going to fuck," Jen repeated forcefully. She towered over me, her face practically pressed against mine. 

The aroma of mint clung to her breath. At least Jen had the decency had to freshen up before demanding my manhood.

Something swirled inside of me. First orange, then red, and finally white; it boiled up and over. Appearing out of nowhere and everywhere at once a rage seized my muscles; they locked fiercely, vibrating with tension. This furious thing shrieked and howled, struggling against the situation. This would not happen.

"No," I murmured.

Jen cocked her head to the side, struggling with her own disbelief. "What did you say?"

This time the single word came much more clearly. "No."

My professor moved even closer. Releasing my chin, she moved so that her mouth was next to my ear. The soft heat of her words sizzled, singeing my skin. "Are you sure? You might want to rethink what you've just said. I can be very nice.'

"Or?"

Jen licked her lips and ran her fingers down my chest. "I can be the most raging bitch you have ever seen."

"Really?" 

"Absolutely," she purred. She had undone the top button of my shirt and was moving lower. "You're not obtuse. You know I can rain catastrophic terror upon you unlike you have ever witnessed."

My eyes grew wide. "Is that a threat?" I asked.

"Settle down now," Jen cooed with a snake's tongue. "I'm not doing anything you don't want me to do. This is what you like. You don't need to say anything or even open your eyes. Conjure up whatever fantasy you like. I will just open my mouth and slide your cock inside. My tongue will be so hot and wet; I am a premier cocksucker after all. When you're hard, I'll move my little, lacey undergarments to the side and you will slide right in. And it'll feel so good. Remember how good it feels to fuck me?" My shoulders slumped and I relaxed for a moment. I could just give in to the temptation. Pure sensation is easy. I'd just think about Jessica.

Jessica..

Jessica...

Jessica.... 

With sudden force I shoved on Jen's hips. Caught off guard, she skittered to the floor, landing firmly on her ass; a rosy nipple popped out of her corset while her legs flopped akimbo. I stood up, moving behind the chair. I could show more restraint with the piece of furniture between us.

Jen stared at me with blazing eyes. "What have you done?" she snarled. Fury trembled in those words. I could see in her face that I had performed the unthinkable. 

"No," I repeated, trying to build strength in my voice. Taking a deep breath, I willed myself to calm down. No good would come of bowing to rage. I measured my words, then I continued, "Jen. Professor Endicott. Whatever... I hope I didn't hurt you, you left me no choice. I just can't do this. I promised myself that I wouldn't give in to temptation: no sex. None. Not with you or anyone else. Please understand. I'm sorry, but I really can't."

Jen's eyes narrowed as she righted herself. Then she said coldly, oh so very coldly, "Is that what you are going to do? Be the man? Just throw me around? Use me? Fuck me over? And then discard me? I'm not garbage. I'm not trash. Fuck you!" 

"I'm sorry..."

Jen silenced me with the wag of her finger. "Sorry? You don't get to be sorry."

"Fine. Whatever. You should go. I won't have sex with you," I flatly replied.

Standing now, Jen adjusted her corset. She took a step toward me and then stepped out of her panties. Her neatly trimmed cunt was in full view. 

Holding the lacy t-back, Jen twisted the fabric around her finger and said, "Listen. Perhaps I wasn't clear. You silly, stupid, student of mine. You're going to take out your cock and you are going to fuck me. Just like I know you want to. You're going to use all of that hate and anger swelling in you, and pound it out in my hungry snatch. Rail me and my fucking tight, professorial pussy! Give it the nailing of its discontented existence. Part my lips and drive it in. I don't care what you think; I don't even care what you've done. None of that matters."

"Jen...."

"You're insignificant," she said cutting me off.

I grimaced. 

Jen bit back whatever she had been about to say and changed tactics. "Despite whatever you may have promised yourself, the cravings are there. I can see it in your visage, and what's more your cock is harder than hell. Your body reifies the truth. You want my pussy... and I'm NOT leaving this office until you stick me with that cock." 

"And if...."

She interrupted me: "Forget it. You've got no recourse. You fuck or you get fucked; you graduate or you don't. It's that simple. Done and done."

I sighed as my stomach tied into a knot. "It's like that?" I asked.

"Your initial prospectus isn't that far off," Jen continued, ignoring my question. Then she smiled. "And really, would a little pussy be so bad? Mine would be so much better than those silly teenagers."

My shoulders tightened and I slipped into a void. The room narrowed and became gray.

"She was very good to you before...."

And I nodded with resignation. 

Jen's lips curled into a smile. Palms on her hips she stood over me, naked below the waist. "Give me your hands," she said, while reaching for me.

I scrunched my forehead and did as she commanded.

Jen took my wrists and moved even closer. She placed my open palms on the cheeks of her ass and then settled into my lap. 

Firm and warm, she pressed against me, waking the demons inside. Fuck! I couldn't control it. The bastard would not stay down. I growled at this intimate betrayal, sneering acidly at my stiffening schlong.

My professor took my grimace as a sign that I had come around to her thinking; that I had become complicit in her desires. She nuzzled my neck and moaned, "Don't be such a grump. You're going to split these lips with that fucking cock of yours. My hungry pussy just swallows up your cock." 

Then she kissed me. 

Her tongue parted my lips and wormed into my mouth. The tip ran along my teeth, caressing the enamel. My professor's breath poured into me as she forced the dance. Her beat became mine.

I didn't want this, but I was powerless. She had me. My career, my life hung in the balance. With this one sacrifice I could move on. For now, I would just give her what she wanted. The rage, the fury; I would bend in a torrent of a thousand shades of red. 

Then afterwards I'd bury it. Somewhere in my soul this deal would forever hide.

Jessica need never know. 

This was not me.

Resolved, I bit Jen's lip. Hard.

She howled and jerked under the pain. Jen ripped her flesh from between my teeth, and slapped my face.

"Fucking nasty boy," she groaned.

My head whirled backward and my face screwed into a crooked smile. I growled and spat; warning her, "If you want to be nailed from here to hell Jen, then fine. Pull out my dick and hop on. I'll give you one helluva ride. But don't you dare pull any love shit."

Jen absorbed my venom and nodded, her eyes flickering. I could see she was game, abuse was a drug. Droplets of red condensed on her smirk; she wiped them away with the back of her hand. "As you wish," she cooed.

The she-bitch's hands dug eagerly into my pants. My dick, ever the traitor, had been hard during this entire altercation. As much I might have wanted it to, the damn slab of meat just wouldn't stay down. 

She undid my belt and worked the zipper. One tug and then another, and my jeans were on the floor. Hard as a hammer, my dick stood erect. She had her target, primed and ready.

Jen slid to the floor, onto her knees, and breathed on my balls. 

Gripping the shaft tightly in her hand, she gave the underside a long, slow lick. Wet heat radiated out from her tongue. Upon reaching the tip, she took my glans into her mouth. She bobbed up and down several times, releasing a river of spittle to dribble down my engorged length.

Loudly popping the tip from her mouth, she smacked her lips. My head was angry, purple, and dribbling with pre-cum. Jen grinned, "Don't worry. I'm not going to kiss it."

"Bitch," I snarled. 

"I know. Just enjoy."

Jen stuffed my dick down her throat. She took it deep, ramming me past her tonsils. All pro, the bitch showed no hesitation. 

Breathing through her nose, she never gasped or lost concentration. As her throat opened, I was encased in a slippery furnace -- a sheath so satiny as to be a dream. 

I grabbed her by the back of her neck and ran my hands upwards. Her eyes bulged questioningly, but she never stopped slobbering on my dick. My fingers dug into her hair; the gel holding up the spikes crackled and broke. I didn't care. 

With my grip intact I slammed her face further down onto my pole. Jen's body tensed, but fell into the movement. With three yanks she was all the way down. Her tongue nestled into the fold between my nuts and cock. Her body shuddered, but otherwise she gave no resistance.

Then I yanked her back up, pulling my professor off my dick. 

Her mascara was smudged with sweat and tears. Jen gasped, gulping in air, and then smiled.

"You twisted whore," I growled, "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Jen started to speak, but I had no use for any of the shit that would come out of her mouth. Instead I made sure that something went in. I pushed my dick back down her throat. She gagged, making slight retching sounds. 

Again, I didn't care. Instead I just held her face tight to my crotch for a full count of twenty seconds. Her tongue whipped around my shaft, massaging the skin. A long string of saliva dangled from her chin down to her tits when I finally let her up. 

Pulling back on her hair, I forced Jen to look at me. My cock fell from between her lips as she coughed and sputtered. A long pause. "Well," I asked expectantly. 

"Do you mind if I just make love to your purple lollipop for a little bit?" Jen batted her eyes and tried mocking a dewey-eyed coed in a higher pitched voice. Her lips formed into a pout as she plumped up her chest. "Please let me love the delicious piece of meat between your legs."

I rolled my eyes. This bitch was too much; I was really growing to hate this woman. And she would know it. So I drove her face back into my crotch and demanded: "Gargle my balls." 

Jen's head moved back and forth, humming and licking as she went. First one nut was slathered with her fierce tongue, and then the next. Back and forth, she zipped between my balls. They vibrated under her buzzing lips, sending small tremors coursing through my body.

But I wanted to get on with it. If the bitch wanted to get fucked by my cock, then goddamn it she was going to get fucked.

With the force of a goddamn wrecking ball.

Roughly I pushed on her shoulders, forcing Jen backwards. 

Startled she fell to the floor. I stood up from the chair towering over her. She lay on the ground spread eagle, licking her lips, as I stroked my cock. Fire burned in her eyes; a demand for a thorough pounding.

"Up," I bellowed. 

Without thought, she rose and moved to where I pointed. The position was a timeless classic; no matter how many women I fucked over my desk I still couldn't get enough. She didn't bother moving my books or papers. Instead, the metal rings of a spiral note book dug into her chest. Our friction might tear the notes. I didn't care; this was another sacrifice to the god of carnal lust.

Jen, my PhD dissertation advisor, wiggled her ass as she bent doggy style over my desk. The soft, mound of her pussy glistened with moisture. A small trickle of juice ran down her leg. This slut wanted to be stuffed. Desperation controlled her. 

She needed dick. Only her student's cock would suffice, and she didn't care what rules she had to break in order to get it.

I held her slender waist in one hand while steadying my cock in the other. The tip touched Jen's cunt and I felt the tell tale give. I traced the cleft of her lips and she moaned. I was skimming the surface, barely touching, but the sensations were making her twitch. Jen turned her head and up at me; eyes pleading, she stared at me with unbridled longing. 

I drove my cock downward. The spongy head of my flesh traced the crease of her hole and slid along her clit. Jen yelped, she hadn't expected that purity of sensation. I withdrew and then thrust along her feminine nerve center another time. Her head fell to my desk as she whimpered in pleasure. I then I pulled my hips back for a third time. But in this circumstance, I stayed back.

My cock rested just outside Jen's cunt. With a single thrust I would be inside of her, fully, and completely. My professor tried to scoot backward, but I held her down with my free hand. The fuck was enough; no fair otherwise trying to take control back from me.

I spanked the bitch's ass. A red hand print rose up from the terrible smack. Good, I hope that had gotten her attention. Now I had to get what I needed.

"Professor, I want you to know two things before we are done here tonight," I said. My voice was cold and steely ice. How could I be otherwise, given the anger flowing through my veins? "Do you hear me?"

"Please yes," she moaned.

"Ok," I continued. "One. This will be the last time that we will ever fuck. Tonight I will bang you until you can't walk. My dick will pound your pussy silly. But you will never ask me again. We are through from here on out. You will work through my drafts, edit my papers, and sign where you need to sign so that I can get through my dissertation. I will sail through with no problems or delays. But then we are done. Finished. If you ever ask me for sex again, I will take you down. I won't care how I do it or if I fall with you. Understood?"

Jen nibbled on her lower lip. She was concentrating. Her forehead scrunched in concern for a moment. She held that moment for a long beat. Something didn't compute behind her eyes.

I lowered my hand again, smacking my professor's toned and tight ass.

She gasped and then nodded. Whatever she had been thinking was now gone. Instead, she gave me that important one word answer, "Yes."

With that I buried my cock inside of my professor. I speared her tight, pink sheath, impaling her on my first thrust.

I didn't give her time to breathe. She wanted this. Why should I offer her a chance to catch up? Hit the ground running, bitch. 

Thus, the pounding began. The rhythm was ceaseless and driving. A drum beat in my stomach, driving my cock to an undeniable count.

But I didn't stop talking while I was fucking her. "Two," I said. "My dick may be inside of your cunt. I might be thrusting away. But have no illusions. I didn't want this. You fucking whore, I told you no. You didn't fucking listen. So where are you now? Where are your ethics and morals? Gone, fucking gone."

I grabbed Jen by the hair and pulled her up so she could feel the fire in my breath. Her eyes were bulging and her jaw was slack. Her mouth moved, but it made no sound. 

"You need to understand that," I raged.




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Meanwhile I continued to fuck her.

And I roared, "I didn't want this. My choice was taken. So much for 'no' meaning 'no?' How does that feel, Professor, to know what you are doing to your student? Tell me. Tell me. Fucking tell me." 

Jen's mouth dropped open. She gasped without making a sound. A thought crossed over eyes as shock riddled her face. Her head shook as the muscles all over her body began to vibrate. One and one equal... 

"What?!" she exclaimed as I continued to drill her hard from the rear.

I smacked her ass yet again. Hard. The meaty slap was deafening. Then I pushed her down, throwing her roughly against my desk. 

So what if someone was walking by? I didn't care who heard me from the hall. Between the spankings and the sloppy sounds of cock and cunt colliding, someone could very well notice. Maybe they would interrupt and this whole damn situation would finally be put to an end. While that prospect would be a total meltdown disaster, at least I would have peace.

Spit pelted her face, as I ranted, "You have no agency! You only get fucked. That's what you wanted and that's all that matters, right? Fuck whomever I want? Who cares?! I'm just a cock to be used at your whim. I'm meat for your hole. WELL DAMN YOU!!! If that is what you want then that is what you get."

Tomorrow we would both be bruised with the force of the fuck. 

Good. Maybe the bitch would goddamn remember and think about her choices. Over and over I pounded into her, never stopping. I roared, spearing that selfish cunt. 

Jen looked at me with an expression I had not seen before. She was flat against my desk, seemingly trying to melt into the wood. My professor had become a wounded animal. What she had thought was a game had actually become real. There were actual consequences to her actions.

I shook my head, unable to feel pity. Remorse was in some other place; I would not live in that existence. 

I pulled out of her pussy. My cock was dripping with juice. Jen's eyes grew wide, perhaps thinking that I was done pummeling her. No way. I grabbed my professor roughly by the hips and flipped her over. I wanted her to see the rage burning in my eyes.

Jen was torn. My rage was an assault. Searing hatred blazed white hot as I drove into her. I would not let Jen hide from what she had done. There were no excuses; I had thrown her deeds back in her face. Yet this is how Jen craved her sex: rough, hard, and fast. No mercy -- and that was the ultimate pleasure pill. 

Her pussy was oozing with slime. A puddle had formed between our legs, staining my notes and books. Wasting no time, I lined my dick up with her cunny. She nibbled on her lips as if she was contemplating the situation. Did she have something to say? I didn't care. 

"Oh GODDDDD..." Jen moaned as I slid home again. My dick bottomed out in her pussy as my balls slapped lewdly against her ass. I pulled Jen's legs over my shoulder and leaned over her body. She shuddered as she adjusted to my weight. Then she sighed to rhythm of our fuck. 

I grabbed one tit in my hand, squeezing the supple flesh. A fully hard nipple popped between my fingers. Jen writhed under me, emitting an incoherent series of moans. The bitch was still enjoying this. Fuck her! 

I bit down on her nipple. She howled in surprise. Good. I wanted to cause her pain. She deserved it. But the sharp sting would sublimate into pleasure. Screw her. So I thrust into her again.

"Soooooooo good. You're stuffing that pussy. Fuck, I need it. My pussy needs it... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... CUMMMMMMMMMMM..." Jen opened up her throat and bellowed. 

In this bent over position, I could throw true force at the fuck. 

Now I could work my power. Each thrust shook the desk, banging it against the wall. Our skin slapped together wetly. I leaned down and pursed my lips. She looked startled, but did the same. I was sure she thought I was going to kiss her, in this her moment of orgasm.

Fuck no!!! I threw my head back and spit. The globule of liquid hit her just above her left eye and rolled down her forehead. The mark of my saliva dribbled into her hair. 

For a long moment, Jen looked confused. She had been expected something else and the orgasm had blurred her senses.

With a long sweep of her arm, Jen hauled off and smacked me across the face. My head jerked back under the sudden force of the impact. The blow stung. Lips curling into a snarl my advisor spat one word, "ASSHOLE!"

"BITCH," I retorted and spat on her again. This time my saliva drooled down her cheek.

Then came another slap, followed by another spit. Back and forth we went -- beasts tearing at each other in the heat of carnality. And thus I kept on fucking her. I never stopped pounding that pussy. The bitch's fucking cunt was a sloppy swamp. The whole room stank of snatch. I was a machine. She wanted to get fucked. I would live to serve.

And I continued. On and on, we fucked. Our bodies bucked and writhed on the landscape of my desk. Hip to hip, we slammed into each other. No grinding; nothing sensual. This was a pure drill. 

I couldn't be sure how long I kept up the merciless pace. Jen went back and forth. She hovered at the edge of orgasm, sometimes giving way to bliss. Her voice had fallen off, but her lips still moved as if she were moaning. Good. She should enjoy it. That bitch would never get my dick again. 

I knew no bounds. Something within me was broken. Dead. 

Despite being inside of her pussy, I garnered almost no pleasure. In fact, I'm not sure I felt anything at all. Instead, the rod between my legs was a board that wouldn't give out. I banged like sex was my job. In a way it was: I was a student who was required to pleasure my teacher. I had to fuck because my grades -- and indeed my livelihood - depended on it. 

With an orgasm nowhere in sight I nailed her into oblivion. Jen had fallen back on the desk, completely flat. Her words were a mutter. I could barely hear her say, "I am sooooooooo fucked."

I grinned. It was true. And I felt at peace.

From nowhere the rush of orgasm leapt upon me. I had been wondering if I would ever spurt. 

Fuck.

Frantically, I jumped back and withdrew my shaft. The last thing I wanted to do was cum inside of this demon-woman. She'd never have my sperm. Rather, I pulled her partially naked body from my desk. She tumbled to a heap on the floor, but still managed to stare up at me longingly. 

Perfect. Her face would make an excellent target. 

Six ropes of jizz splattered across her face. I didn't care where it fell. Some hit her cheek; more splattered against her forehead. Jen, ever the whore, opened her mouth in time to catch a small spray. The last bit (and I am proud of this) landed in her eye. The bitch was marked.

I fell into my chair, gasping for breath. For a long moment, we panted in unison. A fuck like that would have such an effect. 

But she was the first to move. Crawling across the floor, Jen retrieved a package of Kleenex from her coat. She removed a couple and fastidiously cleaned off her face. 

"That, my dear boy, was quite a fuck. I've never... wow," Jen said.

I shook my head; I was done with this. Ice pumped through my limbs. Betrayal had never been so keenly felt. Loathing and disgust tasted like bile in my mouth. Jen needed to be gone. 

"Leave," I said. My words were dead. The emotion had left my voice.

Jen blinked at me. Was it confusion or just the cum in her eye? 

"Leave," I repeated. I had no desire to waste my time with language.

A little shaky, Jen rose from the floor. She fixed her corset and dragged her panties back over her hips. Her coat was next. 

Every button was fastened deliberately. Her hands trembled as each plastic disk was moved into the appropriate slot. 

That's when a tear rolled down from her eye. 

"I didn't think it was, you know, like that. Seriously. It was just sex, right? Hard, but sex?" Jen asked, her voice almost pleading.

I shrugged my shoulders and averted my eyes. I couldn't stand to look at her.

"Please... Did you really mean what you said?" she murmured. 

"You didn't really mean..." And her words were lost. Her mouth could not form the syllables to correspond with the dreadful thought.

My gaze turned to her.

Jen cringed and I almost felt sorry. But she had gone too far.

I paused. Then I struck.

"Absolutely, and never again. Now get out."

And so she did.

Naked, I fell to my thoughts, tears now bubbling free. I wrapped my arms behind my head and stayed there for so long, sobbing. My skin felt tight. I wanted to scream.

The day had faded and I was alone in a world of twilight. I put on my clothes, shoes, and coat. I picked up my bag and left the room. My office door locked behind me. A few minutes later I was outside. I stood in a campus mall between several buildings. Evening was falling. Lamplight bathed the landscape in a yellow glow. 

Bile burbled within my gut. This secret was rancid. The stink made me retch. 

Rotten.

Alone and anonymous, I stood in the winter air. Bundled against the cold, I could be anyone. Hat, gloves, parka, scarf -- I was just another individual trying to keep the outside from seeping in. 

I looked up. Snow rained down over me. A blessing. The bitter, sharp tangs dug into my skin. The hurt was intoxicating. 

Purifying. An absolution. My mind drifted; away it floated upon silvery dreams. 

I would bury it all tonight, put it down deep, away from anything else I could imagine. Only in this way could I move on. I wouldn't let my body's betrayal tarnish me. I would be pure. 

This cold would cleanse. 

I would start anew.



More Oral After the Exam Ch. 06



I am back to continue the second part of my "Oral Exam" storyline. The dirty stories too much to stay away.... If you haven't read the first series (or the first five stories in this series), I'd suggest that you stop here and go back. Don't worry! They have naughty bits too. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to Mykittystar for editing. I deeply appreciate your thoughts and encouragement. You've really made this something special. Otherwise, feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. I am not always sure myself. Keep your eyes open for the next installment. It will be up shortly. I have another one all set and ready to go (after a little more editing). Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

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Blah, blah, blah make eye contact, blah, blah, blah audience analysis, blah, blah, blah visual aids. The drone was putting my students to sleep. My words were tedious, even to me. 

"Excuse me, Professor. I don't mean to interrupt class, but I have a delivery. This is Com. 110, right?"

I grunted in agreement as I let my eyes roam over the two ladies. Both wore tight, red, scoop neck dresses that displayed a generous helping of cleavage. The one on the left was a slender brunette with curls that spilled over her bare shoulders. Her friend was a tall blonde with creamy skin that was taut over her wicked muscles. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. The way she tottered uncomfortably was a dead give away that she hadn't spent very much time in stiletto heels; she probably spent more time in the gym.

The brunette continued, "I'll be quick. My sisters and I had a booth in the student union where we sold chocolate sweethearts to be delivered on the Friday before Valentine's Day. A couple of people in this class have received them." 

I rolled my eyes. I remembered this silly nonsense from the previous year. How had this sorority managed to perpetuate this archaic tradition even in our modern age? Why was it necessary to take up class time for some bogus Greek money drive? 

Whatever... People higher up than me must be convinced of the value. And maybe I was just ornery. 

"Fine. Do whatever you need to do," I grumbled, as I waved the two women into the room. 

"Thanks," the brunette said flashing me a killer smile. A wave of heat passed over my body. An attractive woman only had to show me the slightest attention these days and I melted. Of course, I hadn't had sex in the last two weeks either. Between my celibacy promise and my unsettling last experience, I was feeling a little pent up. 

These silly student temptresses were just too much and they weren't even trying. What shape would I be in if they actually wanted to woo me? Best not to know. So I decided to just ignore the situation. I looked down at my notes and tried to remember where I had left off in my lecture. 

"Justin Diorzio? Are you here?" 

A bookish guy with glasses in the back of the room raised his hand timidly. Most of my students were first years, so they didn't know what to expect from these deliveries.

The brunette's face lit up. She plucked a chocolate heart from the basket the blonde was carrying. Slowly, the coed sauntered across the room. As she gracefully weaved her way through a forest of desks, she rolled her hips with bonus va va voom. 

Stopping in front of Justin, the brunette bent at the waist. With her ass prominently in the air for all to see, the woman moved in close. She placed her arms over each of his shoulders and leaned down. Her soft locks fell over them and for a second the two people were blocked from the prying eyes of my class. A soft smacking sound followed, and I knew that Justin had been kissed.

The brunette withdrew slowly, leaving the chocolate heart on her mark's desk. She turned on her heels and walked away grinning triumphantly. The lioness had conquered.

Giggles rippled through the class. I shook my head in wonder again. Maybe Jen was onto something; the patriarchy was alive and well at my university.

"I have one more," the blonde said, as she set down the basket of hearts on a desk near the door. She pulled one out and turned to face me. "Ready, Professor?" 

My face became bright red as I stared back blankly. "Ummm... what?"

The blonde moved in close. Her gaze locked on mine; something breathed over her that made her eyes flicker. But whatever it was swirled into a sultry smile. A soft, flowery scent gently tickled my senses. Pressing herself against me, her breasts pushed up on my chest. I could feel her nipples excitedly poking through the sheer fabric of the dress. A tremulous gasp crossed my lips - how could this be happening? 

Still wobbling on the heels, she stood an inch or two above me. I couldn't help myself; I was getting hard. This luscious, blonde Amazon coed looked down and smiled. She knew. And then she wiggled her hips against me.

The blonde leaned in and lightly whispered in my ear, "Last December, I liked sucking your cock. If I get a chance I'll do it again." Her tongue traced the length of my ear before ending in a tender nibble. Then she pulled away leaving only a lingering, damp heat.

My shock was surely evident. How did I know her? When did we... 

The party.

Last semester I'd been invited to Jessica's sorority initiation. The affair turned out to be an orgy where students invited their professors to participate in an all night fuck fest. The evening had started out with a BJ line up. The attending faculty was asked to form into a single file. The teenaged sorority pledges, meanwhile, fell to their knees and gave us a parade of oral sex. Every couple of minutes a signal was given and the young ladies moved down one spot, then I got to enjoy another coed mouth.

And the blonde was one of the pledges that sucked my dick.

It figured. I hadn't put two and two together. The Valentine's Day Heart Sale was famous on campus. A sorority and fraternity got together every year to make a killing; the most beautiful members would sell and distribute. Hottie kisses, plus chocolate goodies, plus extreme embarrassment, created a winning sales scenario. I had heard about it as soon as I had started here, but then I never dreamed a grad student would get a delivery.

Or that I would...

Startled gasps echoed across my classroom. A few scattered claps and hoots bounced back to me. No one could have anticipated what had just occurred. Shock was written on my student's faces. 

Joining her partner, the blonde curtsied. Despite my carnal knowledge of the teen Amazon, had I ever learned her name? 

Grinning spectacularly, the brunette gave the class a tinkling wave and gushed, "Laters." 

And they were gone.

*****

The rest of class was a disaster. Whether the students cared or not, I couldn't escape what had just occurred. No longer bothering with class discussion, I bumbled through the rest of my lecture. Most of the class seemed to be on the verge of cracking up. A couple of students seemed appalled; a few others juvenilely impressed. 

Fuck! I knew I'd be hearing about this later in the department. 

One student, Ellie, was smiling so widely she looked ready to burst. Of course she was the one who caught me in the dorm hallway getting head from Shannon. The situation only served to fuel the gossip fires. 

After class, I fled to my office. Sitting in my chair I examined the present that had caused me such embarrassment. Wrapped in red tin foil, the chocolate heart was big enough for several bites. A small envelope addressed "Professor" was attached with a ruby ribbon. 

I opened it and a message was written in large, curvy script. It read, "Will you be my Valentine, Professor? Sunday. I'll be at your apartment at 1:00 p.m. My treat. I won't take no for an answer. I need you. Trust me, you'll enjoy every minute together. Jessica"

As soon as classes resumed after winter break Jessica and I renewed our relationship. Without thinking we picked up exactly where we had left off last semester. Sure we had been fuck buddies, but now it felt like we were entering deeper territory. Were we lovers? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Would a relationship even be possible, given the carnal nature of our first illicit transaction? 

After being caught in the gym in Taryn I decided to go cold turkey and stopped having sex. Zero. Keeping my dick in check was my biggest problem. I had to keep it in my pants with no exceptions. Consequently, I had been avoiding Jessica for the last few weeks. The girl made several overtures, (including a steamy webcam session) but I had managed to rebuff them all. Schoolwork, I plead. I knew she had her girlfriends to keep her entertained, but that strategy would keep the horny coed satisfied for only so long. 

Besides I knew that I missed her. I wanted to be around Jessica. I ached for her. My thoughts were distracted and filled with her these days. I tried to study, but all I could think about was her blonde hair, her smile, and her laugh. 

I tried to shut her out; my life had been spinning out of control. Too much sex had brought everything crashing to the edge and everywhere morsels of coed temptation were swirling around me. 

Not that Jessica cared, quite the opposite actually; she loved to watch me fucking and sucking her friends. It made her wicked hot watching me sexing off and being sexed up by other coeds. But my behavior felt dangerous. Given my position as a grad student with teaching responsibilities at the university, it was only a matter of time until someone caught on to my perilous sex life.

And then there was Jen. Ever since she caught me with my dick inside Jessica, my dissertation advisor had been a colossal pain in the ass. Of course I had been banging Jen too, so now I was feeling the wrath of a woman scorned. Until two weeks ago that situation had just been uncomfortable. Then Jen turned up the heat by demanding that I fuck her. At first I said no. Jen responded by threatening my dissertation process and thus my whole career and future. I felt I had no choice but to concede.

"Wow that's a sour face. You look like you've been rode hard and put up wet," Cindy chirped behind me. I saw my tiny blonde office mate shrugging off her backpack and dusting snow from her winter cap. She plopped down into her desk chair with a dramatic sigh and pulled off her boots. 

My best friend Sarah stood behind her. She nodded and said, "Totally dude. Did class go badly?"

I studied Sarah's face for a long moment. Did she know about what happened with the Valentine's gram? While I wouldn't be surprised if news of the kiss had gotten around, I hadn't thought it would spread so quickly. 

I must have been scowling. Sarah looked back at me confused. 

She shrugged her shoulders and blurted, "Dude. What?"

"Why did you ask about class?"

"Umm... maybe because you just had class and you look pissed off. That's all. No need to get touchy. Or maybe you're sad? I can't quite tell sometimes. Whatever the case, something's going on."

I sighed and fell back in my chair. Cindy and Sarah didn't know anything about my life this semester. Taking my frustrations out on them was just wrong. They were just trying to be my friends.

I needed to get past this river of crap; I had to stop worrying. This level of stress was no good. Maybe I just needed to talk it out.

"My apologies Sarah; I didn't mean to bite your head off."

"It's cool."

"But since you asked my life's been a little crazy. And something did happen in class today."

"Oh?"

I looked at my open office door; the delivery of what I had to say couldn't happen on campus. I really needed to get away from it all; so I suggested we steal away for a while. "I know it's early, but would you two like to go off campus and get a drink? Downing a beer anywhere that isn't my office would be amazing right about now."

Cindy and Sarah shared a glance then Cindy reluctantly stood up. 

"Well darn it all. I just got warm from slogging through all that snow, but I guess I can go back out again. This sounds too good to miss." Cindy told us in that sexy Southern drawl of hers. 

"Completely," Sarah agreed. "Papers can wait dude. Let's make tracks."

"Absolutely," I said.

*****

"Hold up. You fucked Jen Endicott?" Cindy blurted, nearly choking on her drink. 

My head shot up as I looked around the place, wary. I didn't want eavesdroppers hearing our conversation. We were holed up in the far corner of an empty bar and grill about an hour before the lunch rush.

"Yes," I replied.

"Well, butter my biscuits! The Jen Endicott? Your dissertation advisor? The same woman who's the department's go-to-gal on feminist theory?"

"Again, yes." 

"Let me get this straight in my head. You're convinced that Jen sexually harassed and blackmailed you into knockin' boots with her?"

"Yes," I said.

"Oh my heck," Cindy murmured in disbelief.

I shrugged my shoulders and took another pull off my pint. I'd spent the last half hour filling Cindy and Sarah in on my sexual exploits of late. I told them everything: the dorm orgy, Taryn and the gym fuck, her sister Roxy, the webcam tease, my run in with Jen, and the kiss delivered to my classroom. All my words spilled out in a rush; I couldn't stop them. And damn it felt good to finally tell someone.

"Now you know how I felt last semester when the bastard dumped everything on me," Sarah said, patting Cindy on the knee. "Nothing surprises me now. Only this guy can get that much poon and make such a mess of it all."

The women giggled as I looked around the bar again. Our waitress was checking ketchup bottles on the other side of the room; no one could hear. I could breathe. But why did Sarah and Cindy have to be so fucking loud?

"I'm glad I can entertain you ladies," I muttered, only half intending for them to hear. "And can you keep it down? I'd rather the barflies not know about my fucked up sex life."

Cindy's eyes grew soft. Her mouth curved into a smile as she took my hand. "I'm sorry darlin'," she said, her Southern accent a comforting purr. "Really. I mean it. I'm glad you told us. I can tell you needed to talk to someone. And honey, you can't hold it all in. You look so much more relaxed now that you dished."

"Totally," Sarah interjected. 

"I feel it," I confessed.

"Dude, we knew you've been holding out on us," Sarah continued. "There's been something wrong with you since the beginning of the semester. I've seen you slinking in the halls or ducking into class at the last moment. Every time I've tried to say something, you've scampered off. What the fuck? You told me about Jessica and Shannon last semester and I'm still your friend after that shit. Nothing will drive me away."

"I feel the same way," Cindy added. "You know my secrets and I know yours. We can help you through this mess."

I sighed deeply and smiled. For the first time in weeks I felt some relief. 

"We actually stopped by the office on purpose. Sarah and I hoped we'd catch you and be able to coerce something out of you. But you came to us first," Cindy revealed.

"Really?"

"For sure dude," Sarah said as she gestured with a french fry. 

"We had an elaborate plan concocted just to get you to lunch with us. Maybe we over thought things a little. We should've just spread our legs."

My face certainly darkened.

That is when Sarah punched me in the shoulder. Hard.

"Oh stop it," she quipped rolling her eyes. "You're a slut and you know it. I made a little joke too soon, now let's get over it. Seriously dude."

Cindy shook her head in mock disbelief and patted my hand in sympathy. Sarah was right, though. I needed to move on. I had fucked a lot of women. Now I needed to acknowledge the truth and deal with the consequences.

"Fair enough. So what should I do?"

"About Jen?"

"Nope," I said. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the card that came with the chocolate heart. "About Jessica."

Sarah leaned back in her seat and nibbled on her lip. The brunette motioned with her hands and tried to speak.

But Cindy's words came first. "That depends," she stated simply.

"On what?" I was almost too afraid to ask.

Another glance was exchanged between the ladies. "On how you feel," Cindy said through a smile. 

Sarah agreed nodding alongside Cindy, her friend and lover. I could see in my best friend's face that she wasn't surprised over my concern about Jessica. The ladies had a plan. I was probably participating in a neatly scripted conversation, complete with talking points. Now I just needed to own up to my answer.

"I think I love her," was my reply. 

Sarah slapped me. The shock of her open palm broke against my cheek. The pain was an explosion. My head whipped back under the force of the blow. Blinking I stared at her, stunned.

"Did that hurt?" Sarah inquired, her voice distant and cold.

I nodded, too surprised to muster the necessary words.

"Good," Sarah retorted. "You're making things way too complex and painful for yourself. Quit dancing around the truth and figure out what you really want. Do you want Jessica? Or do you want to lose her? By avoiding her and not being honest you're forcing her out of your life." 

I squinted at Sarah in disbelief.

"What?" Sarah clucked, "Don't look at me like that. Everything else is B.S. and you know it. Stop fucking around and tell Jessica what you think. You can be so damn dense sometimes."

"It's not that simple..." I began. 

"Why not?" Sarah interrupted. "She's a great girl. She's sexy, witty, the complete package. You get along well and there's obvious chemistry. So what's the problem?"

"She's young," I offered. 

Cindy raised an eyebrow. Incredulously Sarah inquired, "Is that really bothering you now?"

"Not really, but there are lots of guys her own age who she could be with. Right?" 

"And she's spending all of her time trying to hang out with you. Seriously dude. Jessica's made her choice pretty damn clear." 

"Oh," I mumbled. "I guess I knew that."

"Then what is it?" Sarah asked, exacerbated. 

I swallowed hard and there it was; for the first time it was clear. 

I just didn't know what to do with it. "I had sex with Taryn."

Sarah and Cindy looked confused. "What of it?" Cindy queried.

"Jessica doesn't know about it," I answered. "When Taryn and I first got together, Jessica and I had just exchanged sex for grades. Taryn just sort of happened and things went from there; it wasn't anything meaningful at the time. Then these feelings developed for Jessica, but Taryn and I never stopped seeing each other. I never told Jessica about her."

Sarah nodded. "And you think you should've said something to Jessica?"

"Yeah. Maybe. Too much has happened since then. Jessica knows that I've been with other women, but she probably thinks she always arranged it. This is different. Taryn is different." 

Cindy had been staring at me, scrutinizing my face all the while. Heat filled my cheeks as I felt layers of emotion being pulled back by her intense gaze. Finally my eyes met hers. 

A wry smile formed on Cindy's lips and she murmured, "Well shut my mouth. You're enamored with Taryn too."

A bolt of lightning struck me. 

I wanted to deny. I wanted to be indignant and offended. Until that moment I hadn't put all the pieces together yet, but I knew then and there that Cindy's revelation was true. I knew I loved both Taryn and Jessica.

Sara punched me on the arm. Hard. This time I barely felt it. I hadn't been able to see it before through all my bullshit. With all that extraneous crap shoved out of the way I could see clearly. 

Fully consumed by my thoughts, Sarah lugged me back to the tidy reality of the bar. "Dude!" Sarah proclaimed, "Let's get real here. You're a dog if you think you can play them. They're too good for that." 





More Oral After the Exam Ch. 06



Meanwhile Cindy came over and gave me a hug. While the floor was still spinning, that slight gesture of compassion was enough to give me some footing. Her touch was exactly what I needed at that moment. The tiny blonde patted me on the back and withdrew. 

"You do have some decisions to make, dearie," Cindy offered gently.

The words tumbled from my mouth. "What do you think I should do?"

Cindy shrugged. "If you want to keep Jessica you'd better see her at one o'clock on Valentine's Day. Ignoring her or putting her off would send the wrong signals. You need commit to that day and really try to figure things out beforehand. You'll know what to do from there. I'm pretty sure you won't string either of the girls along."

I nodded.

Time to figure things out. 

*****

I was pacing back and forth across my living room when I heard the knock at my door. Despite my conflicted emotions I couldn't help but be excited. Jessica was here to see me. My quandary and everything else could fall away for the day. The mess would be waiting when I returned back to Earth. So I opened the door with a flourish. 

Jessica didn't say a word. Instead she leapt into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. Catching her, I tumbled backwards. I fell against the wall, holding her frame tight to me.

The blonde squealed deliciously and pressed her lips to mine. I fell into the kiss instantly. Soft and wet, she poured herself into me. Need rose to our fevered touch. Sure as I knew anything else, I craved her. My body ached, consuming this moment, drinking it in with the fullness of my being.

"Oh Professor," Jessica murmured softly. Her voice was a whisper, barely rising over the hum of my apartment's heater. The words were a secret just for me. 

My hand slid up her back and cradled her head. I dug my fingers into Jessica's hair, savoring the silky feel of her flaxen locks. Jessica purred as her pink beret dropped to the floor. 

When our tongues touched they began to dance. They spun and swirled greeting each other with a gentle, wanting caress. Warm and moist, her breath poured into me. I returned the gesture, sharing my same essence with her.

I heard a giggle outside my still open apartment door so I broke the kiss. A couple from upstairs was passing by. Jessica and I locked in our feverish embrace must have made for quite a spectacle. The couple grinned in slight embarrassment at our predicament. The guy gave me thumbs up. I think I heard him say, "Well played," on his way outside.

Slowly, I let Jessica slide down my chest and closed the door. 

"Hello to you too," I smirked before giving Jessica a bonus peck on the cheek. "Do you ever stop being naughty? You love creating a scene, don't you?" 

"Like this, Professor?" Jessica asked. The blonde had turned around, giggled, and bent over to pick up her discarded hat. 

Knowing that she had my full attention, she wiggled her tush playfully. She straightened up again and crossed over into my living room. On her way, Jessica pirouetted and posed. The girl couldn't help it; she was always picture-perfect.

Unabashedly, I let my eyes roam over her perfect form. Blonde hair spilled freely over her shoulders. Jessica was wearing a white overcoat that was belted snugly around her slender waist. Other than blue jeans and black boots I couldn't see what she was wearing underneath. A pink scarf was tied loosely around her neck. Jessica was a perfect vision bundled up for fun in a winter wonderland.

"Like what you see?" Jessica flirted, as she batted her eyes. 

"Absolutely."

"Good boy. Are you ready for today? Do you have everything totally planned? Where are we going? Hmm... I bet we're headed for the city. Will you tell me if I'm warm or cold?" The girl rushed on excitedly, looking at me expectantly.

"Umm..." What was this? Jessica's note had seemed to indicate that she was running the show. I hadn't anticipated needing to set things up. Shit. 

Jessica sauntered back across the room and stopped in front of me. She pointed at my chest and I looked down. That's when she raised her finger and bopped me on the nose.

Jessica laughed. "Oh silly Professor, you're so gullible. Stop being so totally serious," she said, her voice light and frothy. "You weren't supposed to do anything. I was just playing."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks," I mock grumbled. 

"And don't be a sour puss either," Jessica continued. "We're going to have fun."

Grinning, I nodded. "I've been looking forward to it. Since I got your note, I've thought of almost nothing else."

"Really? Not even Kari?"

"Who?"

"The blonde who, like delivered the Valentine to your class. She told me what she said. And yes I think Kari was totally telling the truth; she wants to blow you again."

"Oh?"

"Yuppers. You like that?"

"Well it's good information to know, I guess," I grinned.

"Uh huh," Jessica smirked, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "But I have a really, really important question for you Professor. Did you clean your pipes?"

"Come again?"

"You heard me. Your pipes? Are they clean?" Jessica asked again.

"I don't know what you are talking about." 

Jessica giggled lightly and said; "Shan and me and a couple of girls were watching Something About Mary last night. There's that scene when Ben Stiller whacks off to clear his head before going out on his big date. If he hadn't, he'd be so horny the entire time. He might've made a fool of himself while hanging with Cameron Diaz. Jizz affects the male brain or something, right? You know what I mean? Do guys actually do that?" She asked, expecting an answer.

My mouth fell open in shock. But nothing Jessica said should have surprised me. She was always so candid, yet so innocent looking. 

"I guess they do," I answered. "I have occasionally."

"Before a date?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. Did you do it today?"

"Um, no."

"Sweet. Do you mind if I help you with that?"

"Really?"

She nodded, smiling so devilishly.

"I certainly wouldn't object. Should we take this to the bedroom?"

Jessica laughed as she dropped to her knees. She placed her beret back on her head and said, "No that's ok. It shouldn't take too long. I'll just suck you off and we can be on our way. We can make it quick. Just try not to mess up my make-up too much."

Jessica tugged on the metal tab of my zipper and reached inside my pants. She fished out my cock and swallowed the hardening flesh in a single gulp. One hand cupped my balls while the other spun around my shaft in a circular motion. There was zero hesitation. Her tongue moved with lightning fast flicks, prodding that sensitive spot underneath the head. 

My teenage temptress was right. A few short minutes later I was ready to blow. I gave Jessica a warning, but she kept right on sucking. My dick was firmly hoovered into the back of her throat. 

I looked down and there she was: a blonde snow bunny all bundled up for winter weather. There was something so very naughty about seeing my former student completely dressed while servicing my dick on her knees.

I couldn't last. I placed my hands on either side of my blowjob queen's head and grunted. A moment later several shots sprang from the tip of my cock. One, two, three - the ropes of jizz fired off down her throat. Jessica gulped down my juice without any trepidation.

Standing up, Jessica looked me in the eye. A small trickle of nut dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Naughty girl. I panted and wiped up the missed cum with my finger. Jessica grinned and licked it away before saying, "You feel better, Professor? Are you ready for like the funnest day ever?" 

"If the rest of the day is like this I'm not sure I can handle it," I gasped. My dick bobbed up and and down, still twitching from my orgasm.

Jessica giggled, "But I'm sure you'll try."

*****

I hadn't known what to expect from Jessica, but she once again surprised me. 

She had borrowed a car from one of her sorority sisters. I'd offered to drive, but Jessica wouldn't hear of it. She cranked up the tunes and squealed out of my apartment complex. I guess sex wasn't the only thing she liked to do fast.

Jessica may have had many talents, but singing wasn't one of them. The girl was tone deaf. Best of all, though, she didn't care. With the volume at full blast she emphatically belted out the words to a favorite hit. Her words were sung loud, with feeling. Jessica whipped her blonde hair back and forth and banged on the steering wheel to the beat of the bubblegum words. 

"Don't stop, make it pop. DJ, blow my speakers up. Tonight I'mma fight 'til we see the sunlight. Tik Tok on the clock but the party don't stop, no."

I sat back and studied Jessica. The girl was giddy with contagious enthusiasm. She took my hand as we drove. I played with her fingers and a winsome smile lit up her face. They were so small in my hands. I knew at that moment I didn't want to be anywhere else.

Jessica swerved into a parking lot and slammed on the brakes. 

The poor car skidded and I rocked forward. Jessica turned to me and apologized, "Oops, I got a little excited. Sorry about that. I go too fast for my own good sometimes." 

"Sure." I chuckled.

"Don't laugh at me, Professor."

"Sorry."

"We're here." She gestured over the steering wheel out the windshield.

Most of the terrain surrounding the university is flat farmland. We however, were at one of the very few hilly spots in the area. Jessica had driven us to a park just outside of town. 

The ground was blanketed with a thick layer of snow. I cupped my hand over my eyes from the gleaming white glare, Jessica popped on a stylish pair of sunglasses that hid most of her face.

Jessica got out and opened the trunk; then she pulled out a large, wooden sled. She gave it to me to carry and then took my other hand. Treading carefully so we wouldn't slip, I followed her to a shelter at the top of the hill. 

A few dozen other people had the same idea to frolic in the winter weather. College students, families, and even a few "adults" had all decided to make the most of the fresh, powdery snow. 

When I was a kid there was a large hill in the back of my house. 

Every winter I would be bursting with excitement, waiting for snow to fall. At the first opportunity, I grabbed my sled and climbed to the top of the hill. With glee I'd push off. My blood raced as I sailed to the bottom. The wind whipped past me. I'd howl feverishly, braying to the icy gods.

Although occasionally I'd take a tumble, most often I'd slide my Flyer to a smooth finish. Hour after hour I'd sled down that hill. My skin would flush with the cold; a chill leaked into my bones. That didn't matter; I'd stay to squeeze in just a few more rides. In the end, my mom had to call me inside. The third or fourth time she would demand that I came NOW. No arguing there. Hot cocoa would be waiting, of course. Clomping into the kitchen, I shook off the snow. Meanwhile I planned for the next day. Eventually my mind would stop racing sometime after dinner, and I'd drift off to sleep dreaming of infinite snowy possibilities.

"How did you know?" I asked, my eyes wide with bubbling excitement. 

Jessica shifted nervously on her feet. "I remember you talking last semester about how you liked to go sledding when you were a kid."

"Thank you."

"You like it? I've been hoping you would," she said softly. 

"It's perfect," I answered. And it truly was.

Jessica lit up. "Good," she gushed before putting her arms around me. Jessica planted a kiss squarely on my lips. She was warm and soft in my arms, with the faintest scent of vanilla. I fell into that joining, holding her tight, brandishing our bodies against the frigid air.

We parted and I could feel eyes upon us. Oddly, this was one time when we hadn't tried to put on a show. I felt a little sheepish as I took Jessica's hand. 

She was blushing as I said, "C'mon, let's give this sled a try. You totally know what to do, right?"

"I think I've got it covered."

"Sweet. Just teach me everything you know, Mr. Winter Expert. We don't have these things in my hometown - just corn. Bleah! So I can't wait to sail down this hill with you."

I laid stomach-side down on the sled's wooden slats and told Jessica to get on top of me. With a gleam in her eye she obeyed my command. Jessica pressed her body into mine. She wrapped her arms tightly around me, clutching my body close. I could feel her muscles flex as she squeezed me with anticipation. The mist of her breath warmed my neck.

I pushed off with my legs. The initial movement was slow but we quickly built momentum. My heart began to race. Jessica clung to me even tighter. She let out a yell and we were flying; we sailed on a sheet of white. 

But it couldn't last. It had been a long time since I'd been on a sled. My steering was rusty. We hit a minor bump and flew into the air. For an instant we were without weight. Naturally Jessica and I took a tumble and wound up in a heap. A snow bank broke our fall, so there was no harm done. Instead we just laid there holding each other and laughing so hard it hurt. 

"That was awesome," I declared, wiping away some wind bitten tears. 

Smiling, Jessica leaned over and planted a fresh kiss upon my lips. My hands slid over her body as kissing once again took over. The fever set in. She was so cuddly and snuggly, a perfect dream.

"You want to do it again," she purred in my ear. Jessica's hand slid down the front of my pants. Through the fabric, her fingers strummed along the length of my shaft. 

Despite the cold, my cock was getting the best of me. My pants were suddenly very uncomfortable. Sledding had been so important just a few minutes ago. Now it could wait. I wanted nothing more than to take this delicious, teen goddess right there in the snow. Would it later look like we had been making snow angels? So much for cleaning the pipes, I thought.

"There are a lot of people," I offered, but I wasn't seriously worried about being caught. I kissed her neck and moved to nibble on her ear. My hand gripped her slender hip like a vise.

Jessica laughed and slapped my hand away. She sat up and admonished, "When I said 'do it again' I meant sledding, silly! C'mon Professor. You can't tell me you are already getting horny again? Just because I like touched your Johnson and whispered in your ear? You filthy, fucking perv."

The blonde tease stood up and quickly bounced away. I sat aghast at my tormented state. Dammit, I was hard and ready. Blue balls would surely be my fate for the next few hours. 

Jessica waved for me to follow and ran up the hill. What's a guy to do?

Shaking my head, I picked up the sled and followed. I couldn't help but grin.

Jessica and I spent the rest of the afternoon going up and down the hill. After the initial rush of sledding excitement passed, I came to a realization. Jessica had concocted a really special plan. She had listened to me and thought about an activity that we could do together. Of course she had made plans before, but this time was different. While I was in a constant state of lust this afternoon, sex was not the primary goal. Today we weren't just fuck buddies; we were doing something as a couple.  

The sky was dimming around five o'clock. While she hadn't said anything, I could tell that Jessica was getting tired. So I brushed the snow from my pants and sat on a picnic table under the shelter. The sky was a fiery palate of pinks, oranges, and purples. Jessica joined me and I took her hand. Most of the other people sledding had gone. We were alone there to gaze at the day's end. 

I turned to face Jessica. Her eyes looked back at me, searching. I smiled and held her hand to my lips. I kissed each knuckle, lightly. Her skin was tender upon my mouth. Jessica smiled appreciatively before we turned back to watch the sky for another few minutes. Our bodies were almost touching. We sat there in silence, ruminating over the perfection of the moment. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jessica shiver. I pulled her tight to me and rubbed her shoulders. Gazing up at me, she breathed a smile. We kissed lightly before I asked, "Ready to go?"

"No," she said, shaking her head, "but I think I'll freeze if I stay out here much longer. I wish we could be like this forever though."

I squeezed her hand and nodded in agreement. "But we wouldn't want you to get hypothermia. What fun would that be?"

"Not much, I guess. But then you'd have to strip me out of these wet clothes and get me under some blankets, and have to use your body heat to keep me warm, right? I think I heard about that on some show on the Discovery channel." 

"Ok Jessica, we might have to stick around a little longer then. How long do you think until the chills really set in? I need your skin to turn blue."

"I'm not a smurf!" The blonde punched me lightly on the arm and then gave me a peck on the cheek to make up for it. "All right, you dork," she giggled, "You said it. Let's go." 

"Back to my apartment?"

"Nope," she said. After seeing my face fall, though, Jessica laughed. "Oh you're pathetic, Professor. Don't worry. I think you'll totally be getting some tonight. It's Valentine's remember? But we're going somewhere else."

"Are you planning for us to meet up with Shannon or one of the others? If so, I'd rather not. Don't take this the wrong way; while the time we've spent together in a group has been fun I'd prefer that tonight just be about you and me. Alone."

A grin filled Jessica's face. "Awwww... You're sweet," she murmured, before kissing me briefly. She continued, "Well good. I planned to keep you all to myself tonight. The girls were sad, but they understood. That means no bonus pussy for you. 

"Maybe on some other night, though? Bonus pussy suddenly seems like a good idea right now."

"Silly. Like bonus pussy would ever really sound bad. I get it. You're a guy. Geez... All right. You can have extra sorority poon some other night, but that's only because I'd want some too," Jessica sighed, bemusedly. "Now let's go before I totally like turn into an ice cube."

I was surprised when we pulled into a hotel parking lot. Jessica grabbed a large duffle bag from the trunk and told me to follow her. She led me to the front desk and requested a key under her name. The receptionist slid a small, white envelope across the counter and we were off to our room. 

Standing in the hallway, I picked up Jessica. She squealed as I cradled her in my arms. She unlocked the door and I pushed it open. A moment later we crossed over the threshold.

Soft music played in the dim, candle lit room. The faint aroma of vanilla hung on the air. Rose petals and a box of chocolate rested on the king sized bed. An alcove lined from floor to ceiling with mirrors was at the far end of the room. In the center of that was a Jacuzzi big enough for two.

"Candles? How?" I asked.

"A couple of sisters owed me a favor. When you weren't looking, I texted them so they would know we were almost on our way. So they came by to add a few finishing touches."

"I'd like to give you a few finishing touches," I retorted. 

Jessica snorted and giggled. She couldn't help herself.

Before I set her to the floor I leaned in and enticed Jessica with a long, soul-searching kiss. Her eyes sparkled in the candlelight as she stood in front of me. While walking past me towards the tub my teenage temptress goosed me, and I jumped.

"Silly boy," she teased. 

Smirking mischievously, Jessica pulled a bottle of Mr. Bubble from her bag and passed it to me. "Why don't you use this, and like fill up the tub? I've been dying to use it. All of the sisters keep bragging on and on about getting laid in a hot tub. I think it's time I was able to carve out that notch in my bedpost. I'm going into the bathroom to freshen up. Then I'll totally join you. Sound good?"




More Oral After the Exam Ch. 06



I nodded enthusiastically. I couldn't help but stare at Jessica's ass as she left the room.

I dumped several capfuls from the bottle into the giant tub. Turning the spigot, I checked the heat. All was good. The water quickly started to bubble and I sighed, knowing this was going to be awesome. 

Weighing my options, I decided to go for broke and turned on the jets. Then I slipped off my clothes and slid unrestrained into the water. Liquid warmth seeped into my skin. Instantly the afternoon chill was gone. I laid back and stretched out my legs, completely surrounded by mountains of bubbles. The jets did wonders on my aching muscles.

The bathroom door opened with a creak. Jessica stood framed in the doorway. Her form was cast in shadow against the light of the room behind her. 

She was naked.

Jessica's long blonde hair rippled over her shoulders, cascading to her luscious teen breasts. One hand rested on her hip, which she had cocked to the side. The other held two champagne glasses over her head. It was the perfect temptress pose.

"Now, the party don't start 'til I walk in," Jessica slurred in an impressive and comical Kesha impersonation. 

I couldn't help but chortle. Goddamn, this blonde teen princess could be sexy and adorable.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Professor," Jessica purred.

"And the same to you," I replied.

"Are you hard under all of those bubbles?"

"What do you think?"

"Hmm..." Jessica put a finger to her mouth in an exaggerated thinking pose. "I'd say yes."

"Good girl," I winked at her. "But you'll have to come and find out for yourself." 

"So you don't mind if I join you, then?"

I waved her forward. "Duh," I answered. "You're naked and hot."

"Awwww, you're so sweet Professor," Jessica teased as she crossed the room. The roll in her hips was a revelation to watch. 

I licked my lips thinking of how she would taste. 

"And you're so bad..." she murmured. In just those few words Jessica's voice turned from silk to leather. "I've wanted you so much. These last few weeks have been torture. What's my poor lil' cookie to do? She needs some attention."

"Shannon hasn't been helpful?"

"Yeah, she and a couple of my other girls have given me some loving, but no matter how good they are it's not, like the same. Pussy's great, but in the end I'm totally a dick girl. I need the cock - your cock, Professor."

Jessica stood in front of me, her smooth cunt an arms length from my face. Leaning down, she put the two champagne glasses on the tile ledge of the tub. Her perfect tits hung in front of my eyes. Jessica was excited; her nipples were rock hard.

Before I could make a move for her spectacular breasts, Jessica stood up straight. My eyes went wide though when she slid her hand down her stomach. Moving slowly, she rocked her hips; the gentle sway was so intoxicating.

"You know where it goes," the blonde murmured, "right here. That's the fresh hotness I'm talking about."

My former student cupped her pussy, rubbing her palm gently against her clit. She then gave her cooch two solid spanks. 

Jessica moaned when she dipped her middle finger inside her moist cunt. The rosy lips parted easily. Without any effort, her finger was inserted up to the third knuckle. I could hear that tell-tale crinkling sound of a wet pussy. My sweet seductress was juicy and primed for me. 

Not saying a word, she withdrew the finger and held it to my lips. I took her offering into my mouth and savored the honey cream coating. The taste of Jessica exploded in my mouth. Sweet and tangy, she was every dream I could possess.

"I'm a little wet," Jessica giggled. "But you don't mind, do you?"

Words were silly; rather I wanted to show Jessica how I felt. 

I grabbed Jessica's ass and roughly pulled her to me. She emitted a squeal, but didn't object. One foot rested on the side of the tub, the other supporting her weight on the floor. Her position granted me full access to her spread-eagled sugar puss. I pursed my lips and blew. The moist air spilled over her thighs and clit. Jessica gasped and shook ever so slightly. 

"Don't tease me, Professor," she sighed, running her fingers through my hair. "Don't. I've been a good girl."

My tongue ran the length of her pussy lips. Starting at the bottom, I took all of her in. Along the way, I popped inside that moist hole. Fiery and pure, Jessica's nectar singed my tongue. I sighed in delight, pouring my breath over her pussy and then I gave Jessica's velvet tunnel a swirl before I moved further up.

"Just stick your tongue out and let me fuck it," Jessica begged. "Let me fuck your tongue. You're so fucking good at licking pussy. Look at me while you lick me."

I leaned back and looked up. Jessica stared back over her gravity-defying, teen breasts. I drove my tongue forward and her mouth formed into a gasping "O."

"Yesssss..." Jessica panted when my tongue hit her clit. "Shit, there's nothing like good ol' fashioned oral to hit the spot. Nasty, fucking boy!" 

Her hips bucked, driving her button between my lips. I held it tight with my lips and rubbed; my tongue whipped against her flesh. She gasped again.

I dug my fingers into her skin. Jessica's ass was smooth and tight, while still offering just the right amount of give. 

"Lick me, yes... that's it. Your tongue on my... so good!" Jessica said, as she writhed on my face. Her body began to sink to the ground under the strain of pleasure, but I didn't let go. I wanted her to fully enjoy everything that I could give.

I set my lips on her clit and sucked, surprising her by biting down. Waves of pleasure beat down upon her without mercy. 

My teenage courtesan flailed her body, losing control. She hunched, clinging to my shoulders leaving red scratches and beat my back with her tiny fists.

A shriek and a howl later and the cream of cunt nectar coated my lips. Juice dribbled down my chin onto my chest. I supported Jessica's thighs, not letting her fall. She needed time to ride out the sensation. In a moment the orgasm would give way, but for now I would hold her. 

Jessica ran her fingers through my hair. Gripping several locks, she tugged my head back from her flesh. Retreating a step, my lover regained stable footing and exhaled a massive sigh. Her face was flushed red and a single cheshire grin spread across her face. Jessica's eyes twinkled more brilliantly than I had ever seen.

Panting, Jessica inquired, "I got your face kind of creamy. Professor, did you like that sugar?" Laughter riddled her voice.

I didn't say a word. Instead, I just smirked and licked my lips. 

"Nasty boy."

I nodded. "And proud of it, my naughty slut."

Jessica giggled and sat on the tub's ledge to test the water with her hand. The temperature must have been to her liking. She sighed and slid into the bubbly water. 

I put my arm around Jessica's shoulder and gave her a kiss on the cheek. The touch of my lips to her flesh was intoxicating. I moved from her cheek to her mouth; my tongue met her tongue. We were consumed with liquid heat as our fever went on and on.  

Jessica pulled away from the kiss. She put a single finger over my lips when she witnessed my hangdog expression, "Don't worry, Professor. You'll get yours," she joked. 

My former student rose from the water and straddled my hips. With a gasp, Jessica settled down on top of me. My length slid inside of her with a single fluid movement. 

"That's the pink sock, right there. Ohhhhh, you know it," she said playfully as I filled her. "So good... Now leave an impression baby. Hit that thing. Fuck it." 

Jessica sat on my thighs; she was fully impaled on my dick. I grabbed her around the hips and lifted. The water made her nearly weightless. I could slide her up and down on my cock without any effort. At the same time she pushed off with her feet against the base of the tub. 

And like that... we were fucking.

"I'm a nasty little girl taking all that big teacher dick, every fucking inch," Jessica cried, as she bounced up and down. She just couldn't stop with the dirty talk. No matter how many times we had sex I still couldn't help but be surprised - and turned on by the shit that spewed from her lips.

No longer the sweet girl next door, Jessica spat, "I'm going to go faster so I can make them titties dance. Pound me back. Drill it. Yeah, make them titties bounce!"

I leaned back to get better leverage. 

"That's the cock I fucking need. Get that pussy," Jessica roared.

I lifted my hips and drove upward in a fucking blur. Water spilled over the edge of the jacuzzi onto the floor. Bubbles were everywhere. 

Meanwhile, I hurled the dirty orders back at Jessica that I knew she craved, "Make 'em bounce?! Fuck yeah! I know you want to slap me in the face with your tits. Go on. Slap me, slap me, slap me!"

Boom, boom, boom - Jessica whapped her boobs against my face. The young flesh hit my cheeks with dull slapping sounds. 

Mr. Bubble got into my eyes. But I didn't stop. Fuck it. The perversion was too good. The sex was steaming. Onward I fucked.

And then came the knock at the door.

Jessica ground to a halt halfway down my dick. 

I looked at her and she at me. 

And then she laughed.

"Fuck!" she bellowed. "That must be the pizza delivery guy. I thought you might be hungry so I ordered while I was in the bathroom. I just ummm...got carried away and forgot."

"Thirty minutes or less? Didn't think I could last, eh? No confidence in the Professor's staying power?"

"Dork," Jessica said, slapping me lightly on the arm. "That's so not true. I hear you old dudes can totally last forever, assuming you can get it up in the first place."

"And when has that ever been a problem, little girl?"

"I've never said it has."

I jabbed my dick into her pussy, making Jessica grunt in surprise. Her cunt was completely full. I squeezed her ass under the water and then said, "You better go get the door." It was Jessica's turn to look stunned

"You heard me, slut," I grinned, as our visitor knocked again. "You ordered the pizza. Now go answer the door before I spank your ass for dawdling."

Jessica uncorked from my aching dick and left the jacuzzi. She padded across the room leaving a trail of water and bubbles behind.

On the way to the door, Jessica moved to enter the bathroom. 

No way, I thought. I bellowed, "Forget the towel. You don't need it. Just answer the door."

Jessica froze in shock. She turned to me, her face an odd mixture of exhilaration and fear. For a moment she was about to say something, but then decided to keep her thoughts to herself. Jessica nodded and dutifully opened the door.

A young man in a delivery uniform stood on the other side. His eyes bugged out and his jaw went slack. My guess was that a perfect teenaged princess had never answered the door naked for him before. Such moments were almost always urban myth.

Jessica appeared calm, but I knew her well enough to see nerves simmering just under her skin. Tucking her blonde hair back over her ear she cocked her head to one side. She waited for a long moment, letting the stranger drink in her entire body. I was floored when she then asked, "Can I help you?"

The delivery guy stammered for a moment before he found the strength to press on. "I, ummm... have a pizza here. Sorry. Is this? Uh... Yeah."

Jessica nodded and clapped her hands in excitement. "That's me! Yummy!" she said, "C'mon in. As you can see I'm totally not dressed for the hallway. Sorry I'm a bit soapy. My Professor and I were busy fucking in the jacuzzi when you knocked. Give me a moment and I'll get your money."

I was surprised that the pencil-necked pimply kid with the pie didn't have a heart attack right there. He entered the room and closed the door. His eyes were lasers on Jessica's naked body.

Jessica stood in the bathroom entrance and bent at the waist. She rooted around in her purse for more time than was necessary while sticking her pussy high up in the air. How long does it really take to find a wallet? I'm sure our visitor was treated to an incredible vision of Jessica's soft, soapy folds and her immaculate asshole. 

Batting her eyelashes, Jessica extended her hand. "Twenty should cover it, right?"

"Uhh yeah..." the delivery guy muttered, blinking. He didn't move. 

For a long moment the two teens stood looking at each other; the delivery guy with open shock and Jessica with bemused surprise. 

So it fell to me to finish this encounter off. I snapped my fingers and said, "The pie?"

The delivery guy shook his head, almost like he was waking up from a nap. "Sure. Here. Thanks," he said before taking the twenty.

"I better get back to the store," the delivery guy muttered. He opened the door slowly and turned to leave. I could tell he didn't want to go. 

That's when Jessica said, "Oh one more thing..."

She leaned in and gave the poor boy a kiss on the cheek. "Did you like what you saw? Did you sneak a peek at my freshly fucked pussy?" Her breasts grazed his arm, leaving a few stray bubbles behind. 

The delivery guy's face turned white. He'd been caught.

"It's ok," Jessica supplied. "I liked that you looked. I'd be insulted if you didn't. Did you enjoy the view?"

The boy could only nod.

"Good," Jessica purred, before changing the tone of her voice. "That's your tip. It better be some tasty fucking pizza."

Jessica swung back her hand and gave the delivery guy a hard swat on the butt. Then after a light shove she slammed the door behind him.

Jessica broke out laughing. "You asshole," she screamed and ran across the room. The pizza box lay discarded and forgotten by the door. "I am so going to fuck the shit out of you, you bastard!"

Blonde hair flying, she pounced into the tub and slid on my cock. With a grunt and a groan she jammed my meat inside her already fucked snatch. Jessica sank down, letting the water ease her passage. Her face smoothed out as she adjusted to accommodate my shaft. Droopy bliss hung heavy at the corners of her eyes. 

And like that, we were joined. Again. 

I was fucking stiff. My dick was so hard that I felt an obscene ache. Lust tempered my brain; my breath came in ragged gasps. I knew I wouldn't last long. This horny, obscene, lovely girl would have me.

But lust wasn't all. A greater force swelled inside of me. Sex was different with Jessica. Every time we came together this single fact became more clear. I could sense it, feel it, and touch it. 

My need was desperate. Surging through me the drive to share the experience was unquenchable. I had to live in her - her heart, her mind, her soul. There it was. The reality of the situation. I cared for her like no other. I craved her, desired her, wanted to swim inside of her. Jessica was everything.

I loved her.

And I told her so. 

Soft, desperately soft, my words passed over my lips. Holding her close, I whispered them into her ear. They were sacred and full of meaning, a gift for Jessica alone. I wanted that utterance to pass to her so pristine that it hadn't even been marked by the air between us.

"I love you."

Jessica blushed and a tear formed in her eyes as she nibbled tentatively on her lip. 

She took my face in her hands and gave me a deep kiss. 

Pouring herself into me, I was awash in pure tenderness. 

Grinding her hips into mine, she pressed as close to me as she could. Her breasts dug into my chest. Jessica wrapped her arms around my neck and cooed in my ear.

"I love you too."

And for the first time since our lives crashed into each other, since the proposition in class, since the forbidden exchange in my office, since all of the times together with and without others, and through the countless gasps, murmurs, and petit morts connecting us in between...

Jessica said my name.

I brushed the hair out of her face and just stared. I took her in wholly and completely. 

And I adored everything that I saw.

Forgotten and unbidden, my release fell upon me. With several quick pulses I filled Jessica with my essence. She gasped when the first blast coated her inner walls. She fell into a shuddering release of her own.

And together we tumbled, falling deeper and deeper into each other, our souls marked by this bond that we shared.