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The Professor

By: SEXGODESS123



I take my profession as an educator seriously. I feel that I owe my students more than the mere contents of a History course. I feel I owe it to some of them to impart some knowledge of life, as it really is outside of the classroom. 

Because of this avocation, I have feasted on the firm, taut, nubile flesh of freshman coeds for years. At 45, still fit, with salt and pepper hair, I've been a college professor for nearly 20 years, and in that time, I have sampled the hungry mouths, the milky breasts and arousal-hardened nipples, the firm, ivory thighs, the slick, slippery cunts, and even sometimes, the tight, resisting asses of more young coeds than I can count - and I've loved every minute of it. I have perfected my search and selection techniques into a science, and I can predict, almost infallibly on the first day of class, which sweet, innocent young girl will be mine before the end of the semester.

The search begins late in the summer. I am seeking a special girl and willingly invest the time to find her. Eighteen, and probably away from home for the first time in her life, the freshman coed can make the most wonderful little lover a man can ask for. As Dean of the Department, I always choose to teach two of the first- year survey courses that are mandatory for incoming freshmen. My colleagues revere me for being so democratic and taking two of the least wanted courses, but I have my reasons. I carefully examine the student folders for the girls enrolled in those two courses. Because the courses are survey in nature, the enrollment is high and I have numerous candidates. I eliminate the commuters - I want a girl living on campus, away from nosey parents. I also reject those with an erratic academic record in high school - I want the young scholar who has never failed a course. Being on Financial Aid or a scholarship is a plus in my selection, because of the added pressure to perform well in college. I often eliminate the obviously wealthy student, because she has grown up learning that a short phonecall to Daddy can usually resolve a problem in her favor, and I don't want my little selectee to feel she has any easy solutions. I prefer an oldest child, or even better - an only child, so that their older siblings haven't "shown them the ropes" about college. 

By the first day of class, I have a pool of six to ten "possible" girls in each of the two classes, and I am ready for the first face-to- face meeting. I carefully and slowly call roll, associating faces with the names. This process is tricky, for I am searching for an intangible, a feeling. I want the girl to be attractive, of course, but in a quiet, natural way. I shy away from the flashy and the "slutty" looks. I tend to concentrate on the "sweet and innocent" look. The girl who has dated one boy seriously in high school, and now finds herself away from him, and is feeling insecure about how they can stay a couple. She's aware of her sexuality, but not experienced. She's known the "romantic" love of a high school sweetheart, and the passion of that love, but is yet to discover lust.

Last year began as typical, but didn't stay that way, for long. It was also the year of my "Irish Lasses." At the end of the first day of class, I returned to my office enthusiastic with the number of "candidates" I had selected. There were four lovely girls in "Ancient History" and three in "American History." Now, after close inspection of their student folders, and meeting them in person, it was time to enter "Phase Three." My reputation on campus is impeccable. Dean of the Department, published, and a favorite of the students, my elective courses are always filled quickly. Of course, the freshman don't know this, but word of mouth spreads fast, and they soon feel lucky to have me for a required course. I'm known as fair (and fairly easy when it comes to grades), and an interesting lecturer. My assignments are reasonable, my classroom is relaxed and my office door is always open. I'm almost another "Mr. Chips!" The only thing my freshman students have to complain about is the weekly written assignment - an essay on the major points of the week's lectures and reading material. 

I have a very good reason for assigning this essay - it is "Phase Three." By the end of the third week, five of the seven "candidates" asked for appointments to see me to discuss their failing grades. I had failed all seven, all three weeks. Grading at the University is "blind." That is, the students place only their last five digits of their student ID number on all written assignments and tests. All grading is done by number, without a student's name ever becoming associated with the product, unless the student permits it. However, as department head, I had already copied down the ID numbers of all my "possibles" during my initial selection process. Now, I was about to meet them "up close and personal." Debbie was the first, and I immediately scratched her off the list. She was irate and aggressive about her "F's" and demanded I review each point and discuss the deficiencies. After teaching the material for so many years, it's easy to refute any freshman's arguments, but it still pissed me off to have to do it with Debbie. I assured her that her grades would undoubtedly improve as the semester went on. 

Colleen was second, and was a definite possibility. Blonde, blue- eyed, she was pretty and fresh and had a dazzling smile. She was timid and nervous about her grades, hanging on every word of advice I gave her. I was charming and she was appreciative, and I could see the possible beginnings of that special something some students feel for some professors. She was thrilled with the time and attention I was giving her. 

Susan was next and I took her off the list, too. Maybe she just didn't compare well with Colleen, but I felt no electricity, no excitement with her. The fourth appointment was with Heather, and she made me wonder if I made too quick a choice with Colleen. The classic Irish lass, Heather had beautiful, heavy, glossy reddish-auburn hair framing her milk-and-honey complexion from which her luminous green-green eyes virtually shone. She was breathtaking and I wanted her. I wanted to part her red pussy hairs with my cock.

The last girl only made my life more difficult. Bridget was not as beautiful as Heather, but it was her full, lush body that I craved. I wanted to fill my mouth and hands with her full breasts, to crawl between her perfect legs to taste her sweet pussy. Colleen, Bridget and Heather - my choice had never been so difficult! Over the years, I had had two girls going during the same semester, but it was always a possibility that one would discover the other, and the results would be disastrous, so I didn't risk it very often. Now, here were three girls I wanted - all young, beautiful, shapely, and possessing the "right" personalties to make taking them a real possibility, and they were only freshmen for a year! Not knowing which to concentrate on, I continued to fail Heather and Bridget, and tutor Colleen twice a week, in the hopes that they would help me sort it all out. By the end of mid-term exams (all essay questions, of course), all three of the girls had a failing grade, without a prayer of receiving any higher than a "D" for the course.

Bridget cracked first. She appeared in my office just as I was about to leave for the evening. She was dressed in a sweater and short denim skirt, white socks and sneakers, and I could taste my mouth watering as I ravaged her body with my eyes. "Professor, can you please spare me a few minutes?" "Of course. Come in, er...now let me guess...Bonnie...no...Bridget, isn't it?" She beamed at my recognizing her. "Yes, Professor. I came to see you, before, but I'm in even bigger trouble, this time." By the time she had finished telling me about her 3.75 GPA (if she didn't count my course) and how she just didn't understand how she could be doing so poorly, she was in tears. I wanted to put my arms around her and pull her warm body close, but I fought the temptation. My years of experience at this game would carry me through. I asked her permission to examine her grades, and took several moments (and several "Hmm..."'s) studying the book. "Bridget, I can understand your concern. I don't know what steps you can take to achieve a respectable grade. To assign extra-credit work, I would have to be fair about it, and give the entire class the option, and this wouldn't help you, at all." 

She nodded and looked at me, wide-eyed and sincere, 

"I'd do anything for a respectable grade, Professor."

"Bridget, I think you should be careful how you phrase offers like that. You don't mean `anything.'"

"Yes, I do, Professor." 

I gave a small chuckle, 

"With an offer like that, you better watch out. I'll have you raking my leaves and cleaning my windows. Please don't make offers like that, Dear. After all, I'm only human." 

She locked her eyes on mine, 

"Professor, you must understand. I am prepared and willing to do ANYthing." 

"Do you know where I live, Bridget?"

Bridget arrived on time, wearing sweater and jeans. I had an aromatic fire warming the room, Anita Baker on the stereo, and a very nice, white wine chilled. She was truly beautiful in the firelight. Her skin was radiant, her eyes clear, her lips full and moist. We sat together on the sofa, tasted the wine, and began talking. After I refilled her glass, I placed my arm on her shoulders and she leaned into me. She was still tense, but seemed determined to be cooperative. We talked about her small home town, and the one boyfriend she had gone steady with in high school - he went to a large private college on the opposite coast, joined a Frat, and wasn't calling very often. I was gentle, and a good listener. Soon, she was lying on the sofa, with her head on my lap, and I was gently stroking her cheek and hair. I could feel her relax little by little, sipping wine (we were now sharing one glass), and talking. 

I put the wine down and placed my hand at her waist. I moved it up, under her bulky sweater, until I felt her warm, smooth skin above the waist of her jeans. She tensed as my hand rose along her bare tummy, and halted at her bra. 

"I'm a little scared and a lot nervous, Professor." 

"I am, too, Bridget. But I won't deny that I'm enjoying this very much." 

She smiled a weak smile, 

"Me, too. More than I hoped." 

I lifted the sweater up and she helped me remove it over her head and arms. Her bra had a front clasp and I opened it and lifted the soft cups off her burning flesh. Her breasts were magnificent. Even lying on her back, they thrust up, firm and proud. Her skin was wonderful - smooth, warm and white. Her nipples and areolae were small and round and centered, with just a hint of hardening. She was blushing under my inspection. She let a tiny moan escape her lips as I brushed my fingers lightly over her nipples. They hardened and looked like two pencil erasers. I caressed all of her breasts with my hands, pressing, gently squeezing. Her breathing became rapid as I slowly lowered my face down to her nipple, and she moaned loudly as I sucked it into my mouth, between my teeth. 

I shifted out from under her and knelt beside the sofa. She closed her eyes and turned her head into the pillow as I opened her jeans and slid them and her panties down and off her hips and legs. Naked, Bridget's body was even more spectacular than I had imagined - it was flawless. I knew I was truly going to enjoy the rest of the school year! I returned my attentions to her breasts, licking and sucking on one nipple, while caressing the other breast with my hand. My other hand slowly traced its way over her flat tummy, her navel, until, finally, it entered her curly pubic hairs. She groaned as I softly pushed a finger into her already-wet slit. Her legs relaxed and she allowed my hand to part her thighs. I found her clit and her hips immediately began a subtle humping against my touch. A second finger joined the first, gently squeezing her hard, slippery clit between them. She tensed - and then in one strong release, she came. Her toes curled, her thighs locked tight on my hand, she tried to pull her breasts away from my caresses as she cried out into the pillows. Slowly, so slowly, the wave receded and her body settled loosely into the sofa cushions. 

I was hard and excited and I wanted her. I stripped off my shirt and dropped my pants and underwear. I stood beside the sofa and brought Bridget's hand to my cock. She jerked it away, as though burned, and pushed her face deeper into the pillows. I understood. Her legs offered no resistance as I crawled between them and licked my tongue into her still-wet pussy. I heard her gasp as I found her clit and buried my tongue deep inside of her. Her legs spread wider, until I felt them settle on my shoulders, and her hips pumped onto my mouth. When I could tell she was again nearing orgasm, I lifted myself over her body and paused. 

"Should I wear protection, Bridget?" 

Her head made a tiny nod and I opened the condom and quickly slipped it on. I resumed my position, with my cockhead resting at her cuntlips. Almost immediately, her hips thrust up off the sofa to take my cock into her, and I cooperated by thrusting my hips down into hers. As I buried my cock to the hilt up her hot, tight pussy, her head snapped out of the pillows, and her eyes opened and looked at me. And then, she wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and we fucked. 

Later, when the wine was gone and the fire was just a red glow, we dressed. With her clothes back on, Bridget was again the shy freshman, no longer the lusty little wench that had just fucked me dry - twice. 

"What should I do now, Professor? Do I keep coming back? I'm new at this." 

I held her hand, "I'm new at this, too, Bridget. I don't know what happens, now. I'm really quite embarrassed that this happened at all. But, I want you to know, Dear, that I am NOT sorry that it happened. These last several hours were the most exciting of my life. I really don't want to think, right now, that what we just enjoyed was based on some tawdry barter for a grade. I just don't want to think about tonight like that. It was too special for me." 

Bridget smiled and nuzzled her face into my neck. 

"Me, too! I was so scared and nervous about tonight that I can't believe I'm feeling so wonderful, right now. If it would be alright with you, I think I would like to visit you, again." 

"I was hoping you would say that, Bridget. It's against every rule I've made for myself, as an educator, but I want to see you, again, too. But, you have to promise me that you'll still study and read the material." 

Bridget nodded, giggled a little girl giggle and left. Ah! Success, again!

I didn't realize how successful, until the following Saturday. I had been tutoring Colleen since our first meeting about grades. She was the classic high school over-achiever, doing extremely well there, but not able to keep pace in college. Her grades were the opposite of Bridget's and she was desperate to improve her standing in as many courses as possible. The tutoring was boring and Colleen lacked the analytical skills to draw conclusions, but she was still a beauty to look at, and was obviously developing a crush on her brilliant, patient, caring Professor - me! But now, after the success with Bridget, I saw no need to carry Colleen any longer. I would discontinue the tutoring sessions, award her extra credit for her effort, and fairly grade the remainder of her assignments. After class on Friday, I told her my decision and encouraged her to try studying on her own, and I assured her that I had great confidence in her abilities. She seemed surprised, but nodded and hurried down the hall. 

At eight o'clock, Saturday morning, my doorbell rang, interrupting my breakfast. In my robe, I answered the door to see Colleen standing there with a tear-streaked face. 

"Colleen? What's wrong?" 

"Oh, Professor! Please! I'm so sorry!" 

"Come in. Now, sorry for what?" 

I asked, as I closed the door. 

"Sorry for whatever I did, that you don't want to tutor me anymore!" 

"Colleen, Dear, you didn't do anything. I just think you're capable of doing good work on your own." 

"Don't you like me, anymore?" 

Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she looked at me. Her sky-blue eyes were flooded with them. Without thinking what I was doing, I reached out to her face and caught a tear on my thumb. 

"Of course I like you, Colleen. Please don't cry." 

To my utter and complete surprise, Colleen rushed to me, hugging me in her arms and pressing her cheek to my chest. My involuntary physical reaction to her closeness was all too obvious, but instead of pulling away, Colleen pressed her hips against my raging erection. 

"Oh, no," I thought, "the timing on this is terrible!" 

I didn't have much time to think because Colleen's warm hand snuck under my robe and wrapped around my naked cock. I lifted her chin up and pressed my lips to hers. 

"Oh, Professor! Please! Please make me happy!" 

I didn't care what she called it, but I knew it was going to make me happy, too. She slid to her knees and didn't hesitate as she opened her lips and filled her mouth with my hardness. She was very good - maybe among the best I had ever had - licking and sucking and nibbling. Finally, she could tell when it was time, and proceeded to fuck my cock with her hot, wet mouth. It didn't take long. I began to come and started filling her mouth with my cum. She continued until I stopped coming and then very delicately emptied her mouth into her hand. She stood and wiped her hand with a tissue and then stood close to me, seeking a kiss. 

"Colleen, how did this happen? We can't do this - as wonderful as that was for me - it's just not ethical. You're a student and I'm your teacher." 

"I don't care, Professor. Isn't it obvious to you? Can't you feel how close we are? I've felt it since our first meeting, Professor. I really think I've fallen in love with you!" 

The red light started flashing and the alarms were ringing in my head. 

"Colleen, it's just not possible." 

The tears started flowing, again. 

"But, I DO love you! You're so kind and caring. You're the only one on campus that treats me like I'm special." 

"Well, you are special to me, Dear." 

I looked at her beautiful face, and thought about that wonderful, talented, sexy mouth of hers. I felt my dick stirring, again, and thought that maybe later I could explain to her about student crushes on teachers. At that moment, there was something else on my mind. I opened my arms and she pressed into me. I walked her down the hall, to the bedroom. Her eyes searched my face as I opened her jacket and removed her blouse and jeans. She was smiling when I opened her bra, revealing her small, round breasts, with tiny, almost red nipples, and she giggled as I lowered her panties to the floor and buried my nose in her soft, sparse, blonde pussy. She sat on the bed and watched me as I opened my robe. 

"Oh, Professor! You are going to make me SO happy, aren't you?" 

And I tried. For the next two days, I tried my very best to make her happy. I had never had an easier assignment. She was a hungry partner in bed - lusty and uninhibited. Not shy about anything. We fucked and sucked and fingered each other until we were exhausted. Between fucking, she paraded around my house naked, washing up, fixing our lunches, doing my dishes. What a find she was! And, what a dilemma I was in! Colleen and Bridget were not in the same class, and none of the girls had the same major or dorm (part of my selection process), but maintaining a relationship with both of them - something I very much wanted to do - would be tricky and difficult (and exhausting!).


The Professor



Colleen spent the night, and Bridget visited me again on Monday evening, and that made my decision easy - I would try to keep both of them. I would miss the exuberance and lust (and, oh! that mouth) of Colleen and Bridget's perfect (and her yet to be truly explored) body too much to say goodbye to either of them. I resolved myself (poor me!) to the fact that I had both of them in my life for the time being.

I had an appointment with Heather scheduled for late Tuesday afternoon. She was stressed-out and there was no reason to prolong her agony over her grades, and I was going to let her off the hook. Even knowing that my coed selection had already been made for the year and she was no longer a possibility, Heather still made me silently gasp as she walked through the door, and I could see the truly radiant beauty that she was. Even with her eyes downcast and a frown on her face, she was gorgeous. 

After she was seated, I explained that I had been watching her progress in class and on the essays and was very pleased with her effort. I told her that it was unusual, but that I was going to disregard her current grade, start from scratch, and give her a final grade based on her work for the remainder of the semester, and the final. To my surprise, she didn't smile or look relieved. 

"I came in here expecting you to tell me that it was hopeless, and I might as well stop coming to class. Why are you doing this, Professor?" 

"I just explained my position, Heather. I'm pleased with your progress and I respect your effort. Please don't look a gift horse in the mouth." 

There was something I thought was fire in her eyes when she looked at me. 

"And I guess I'll have to repay you for your kindness?" 

"Don't be ridiculous, Heather. I think this meeting is over." 

Her voice was trembling, but she stood and leaned forward on my desk. 

"I know what you want. You men! You want me to give myself to you, don't you? You want me to surrender to you, so you can make me do disgusting and humiliating things for you." 

To say I was shocked would be an understatement! Then, in a flash, I realized what was going on. In nearly 20 years of teaching, I had met only one truly submissive girl and my school year with her had been a little heaven on earth for me. If I was right, I was finding my second. I didn't want to loose this opportunity. Colleen and Bridget were forgotten for the moment. 

"Have other men made you do disgusting and humiliating things, Heather?" 

She nodded a tight nod. 

"Yes. A teacher in my senior year and my boss at my summer job. It was just the same as it is now. The teacher threatened to flunk me and my boss threatened to fire me. I had to cooperate. I had to submit, or face the consequences." 

"But, Heather, I haven't threatened you about your grades. Just the opposite." 

She cried out in dismay, 

"But, it IS the same!" 

Quieter, she continued, 

"Don't you understand? I know what you expect me to do to repay you for your `kindness.'" 

"Heather, have you dated anyone on campus?" 

She shook her head. 

"Boys. They're all boys. They only want one thing and then they're gone." 

I knew I had a beautiful young lady standing before me, and that she might have some head problems, but hey, I'm no psychiatrist. I preferred to think of it as her sexual preference and decided to "go for the gold." "Of course you're right, Heather. I do expect a lot from you. I think it's time your `extra-credit' work begins, don't you?" Meekly, she nodded. 

"Lock my door and come bend over my desk." 

When she did, I stood behind her and slowly raised her plaid wool skirt over her hips, exposing her white, cotton panties. My cock felt like it was about to burst out of my trousers, and I hurried to open them and let them fall to the floor. Heather looked back at me, 

"Aren't you going to force me to kiss and lick your `thing,' and force me to suck it into my mouth?" 

As tempting as the thought was, I wanted to fuck her. My cock was poised at her cunt, and I could feel her heat. 

"Should I wear a condom, Heather?" 

"Why are you asking me? Just take me the way you want me. Please!" 

I wasn't gentle. I shoved my cock into her and pounded her hips into the edge of the desk. I was hot and so was she, groaning with every stroke. She soon began to come and I was surprised with its intensity. 

"Use me! Fuck me! I'm a worthless slut, so fuck me hard!" 

Maybe if I hadn't been building up to my own orgasm, I would have thought more about the severe hang-ups this girl had for being so young, but, instead, I enjoyed feeling my cock plow into her tight pussy, finally shooting its warm cum into her. When I was done, I pulled myself away and sat in my chair. 

"Now, Heather. I want you to suck my sticky cock clean in that pretty little mouth of yours, right now." 

She almost collapsed to her knees and positioned herself between my spread legs. She looked up at me, her eyes seeking mercy.

"Suck my cock, slut." 

And she did. Then, and later, back at my house. That night I shot my cum in her mouth, her pussy and her ass. She called herself a slut and repeatedly earned her reputation. Between the sex, she told me about her bizarre adventures at the hands of her teacher and boss.

On the night after her eighteenth birthday, her high school English teacher ordered her to come to his office. He berated her for her falling grades and threatened her with an "F" that would ruin her chance at a scholarship. He suggested that she become his "special pupil." Heather said it was obvious what he was interested in, but, for the first time in her life, felt herself becoming sexually aroused. It was the teacher's forceful personality that was exciting her. She willingly submitted to him, and what followed were several months of bondage, domination, spankings and humiliating sex. Instead of reporting the teacher, Heather found herself hooked on him, impatient between rendezvous, welcoming his abuse. Their relationship ended soon after graduation, when the teacher moved out of state. 

That Summer, she was working in a fast-food restaurant. Badly needing the money, she was working well over 40 hours a week. One night, after midnight, exhausted and helping the manager close up for the night, Heather dropped a large container of cooking oil, spilling it all over the floor. She said the manager "freaked out," yelling and screaming at her, calling her worthless, and firing her. He must have seen the spark he was igniting in her, because he grabbed another container of oil and poured it over her head. She stood there, dripping the pungent grease, humiliated. 

"Take that uniform off. You don't deserve to wear it," 

he shouted at her. She unbuttoned it and let it fall to the oil-covered floor. Her bra and panties were soaked through and darkly transparent. 

"And those," 

he pointed. Her bra and panties fell to the floor. 

"Now clean this mess up!" 

Heather got a bucket and a de-greasing cleaner and began to scrub the floor on her hands and knees. She said she was totally degraded - naked, her tits swaying and bouncing with her exertion, the oil dripping from her hard nipples, her ass in the air. Soon, her boss was behind her. She felt him slip his prick into her cunt as he poured more oil over her bare back. Heather's orgasm was immediate and so intense, she collapsed. Her boss rolled her over on to her back and re-entered her, this time pouring the warm oil on her tits as he fucked her. Heather said she was resigned to her "perverted sexuality" from that night on. Her boss assigned her the "shit" jobs at the restaurant and berated her, constantly. Whenever he felt like it, he would call her into his tiny office, and have her suck him off or bend over as he fucked her cunt or ass. He was always rough and callous with her, and she loved it. One night, her boss took her out back and watched the two big, black deliverymen fuck her in the cab of their truck, and several times, ordered her over to his apartment and she was used and abused by him and his four poker buddies for hours. She left the restaurant the day she left for college and had an abortion the week after school started.

Now, she was naked in my bed and was telling me she was glad she found me, that she needed me. My sane, rational mind was saying that I should put as much distance between myself and this lovely, but very screwed up, girl. That she was carrying more baggage than I wanted to get involved with. However, at that moment, she again lowered her hot, wet mouth over my hardening cock, and I forgot all my good resolutions.

What a year! My schedule began to look like an old "bedroom farce" movie, but I managed. Of course, all three girls received "A's" for both semesters, but I hope they got more than just a good grade from their experience. Bridget flowered into a dynamic lover, relaxing and enjoying all the pleasures I could show her. She became quite adept at the skills of love, giving slow, sexy handjobs, and actually savoring my cock with her mouth. I knew I was going to miss her and her luscious body, and I have. Colleen finally admitted to herself that she was feeling infatuation and not love. We enjoyed each other's company for most of the year - until Spring Break, when she returned from the islands "in love" with a junior. Our final fuck was sweet and tender. She thanked me for making her feel special and helping her enjoy her freshman year. I thanked her for her discretion, fond feelings, and helping me to enjoy her freshman year, too. Finally, there was Heather - probably the most beautiful girl ever to grace one of my classrooms. I soon learned that I didn't have what it took to satisfy her needs for debasement and humiliation. I played at bondage for her, but I wasn't cruel enough. I couldn't bring myself to spank her, and I certainly wasn't going to invite the marching band to join us in bed. 

She drifted away from me, and I let her - hell, I welcomed it. But, I did follow her adventures through my student and graduate assistant contacts. She soon became a campus legend - entertaining entire Frats in one evening, taking on the whole basketball team at a party, fucking the swim team in the locker room. Unwilling to see her doing that to herself, I talked her into seeking therapy. Through a friend, I arranged for an off-campus shrink to see her and bill me. I think the therapy may have helped. When she was going home in the Spring, she stopped by to thank me for my concern. She said that her therapist had recommended someone in her home town, and that she was not going back to her old job. I told her I was glad to hear she was on an oil-free diet, and we both laughed.

The Summer is finally over and classes are about to begin. I can't wait!



The Professor



“Jane, you know how I feel, I don’t know what else I can say to convince you of my sincerity in this matter.”

“Lee, I know that right now you think that you know what you really want but you need to sit back and ask yourself why you feel this way before you make a promise you probably won’t keep or be able to keep,” she typed in her message box.

Jane had been speaking online with Lee for almost three months now. During that time she felt that they had become friends. She has enjoyed both exchanging email and chatting online with him, getting to know him better.

Lee had been reading some of her stories online and had finally gotten up the courage to drop her a note telling her how much he had enjoyed reading her stories. He had never really expected her to answer him back but he had included his email address just incase she did.

“Lee, do you remember when I asked how you came to be on the site where you found my stories,” she typed her question waiting for his reply?

“Of course I do, but what does that have to do with this,” he typed back?

“You told me that you were feeling a little sexually frustrated at the time and had been searching for some adult stories to help you ease your frustrations.”

“Jane, why are you bringing all this back up now? I told you the truth, I’m no different then any other men who seek out those sites to help ease some of their sexual frustrations?”

“ Lee, the men and women who frequent sites like that do so for so many different reasons. Your correct, your no different then any other man or woman who is in a unsatisfactory relationship.”

“Ok, I’m no different then so many others, so why should it make any difference?”

“That’s just it Lee, it’s a fantasy you all have. A fantasy that you all wish were true, one that you dream of, think of in your free moments, one that at this moment in time you want to make a reality.”

“Jane your driving me nuts! I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than I do this. So what if it is a little fantasy of mine? It’s one that you’ve created, that you’ve made me hunger for, how can you say no?”

“Hon, I’m really honored that I’m a part of your fantasy. Hell, what women wouldn’t want to be some man’s fantasy? We all want the “man in our life” to desire us above all others. The key words here are “man in our life”, not a one time good time. There are places that deal in that kind of thing hon.”

“Jane it would never be just a one time thing for me, I couldn’t have you once and not want to be with you again, that just won’t happen.”

“You can’t say that for sure Lee and you know it. For one thing, the real thing could be a disappointment to you. The one big disadvantage is distance Lee and you know that as well. There is far to much distance between us, even if we found we wanted to continue we would both still be frustrated over not being able to be with the other only occasionally.”

“Dammit Jane, that just won’t happen. I’d make the time to be with you as often as possible and I think you know that, but won’t admit it. Just meet me, that’s all I’m asking. I just want to talk to you face to face.”

“Lee any man who would drive almost 200 miles to meet a woman would expect a little more from her then just talk.”

“Ok, I’ll admit that I will be hoping that you will want to do more than just talk to me but I won’t be expecting you to do so. If something happens between us then great, if not, that’s ok as well, at least I will get to see you in person.”

For long minutes she just sat starring at the screen. No matter what she said to him he still wanted to see her. She had to admit that she would like to talk to him face to face as well. They had talked a few times on the phone, he had called her secretly from his office in his basement a few times.

“Jane? Are you upset with me? Are you still here,” he typed in the message box then hit send waiting for her reply? “I’m still here Lee. If I agree to meet you do you promise me you won’t expect more from me then just to talk?”

“Yes!!! I agree!!! When?”

“Ok, I’ll meet you if you promise you won’t expect more from me then just talking,” she typed.

“I can drive your way this weekend, how about Friday night?”

“Friday will be fine, what time do you think it will be when you get here,” she asked him?”

“I’ll leave right after my last class that afternoon. My last class gets over about 1:30 and I’ll leave right from school.”

“I know how Chicago traffic is Lee so how about if you call me from your cell phone when you get in Battle Creek? You will have about 15 more miles before you get to Marshall and I will meet you at exit # 110. There is a large truck stop to your left off the exit. I will be parked in the restaurant parking lot facing the road. I’ll meet you there then we can go downtown to have dinner and talk.

“Sounds perfect to me babe, I can’t wait to finally see you! Jane, could I ask just one thing of you?”

“Sure hon, what is it?”

“Would you let me hug you when we meet, that’s all, just a hug?”

Jane was smiling when she read his last message, she would have hugged him when she met him without asking him first anyway.

“I’ll see you on Friday Lee. I will be looking forward to meeting you.”

As the weekend drew closer Jane found herself getting more excited about Friday. Over the months of chatting and writing to Lee she had determined he was a pretty lonely guy. He wasn’t married, but he did live with a woman, another professor who taught at the same college he did. He was unhappy with the relationship he was in and had been for some time according to him. They had been living together for five years and in the last couple of years he had begun to feel dissatisfied with it. He said nothing ever changed, that it felt more like an arrangement then it did a relationship.

They shared the same living space, slept in the same bed, drank coffee together in the mornings then drove separately to school each day. He had a couple of night classes twice a week, as did she, only on different days. She had some woman’s group she belonged to one day a week and on Saturday’s they always made love at 10pm when they retired for the night.

According to Lee making love consisted of a few kisses, a few caresses, then right on to the joining. The same thing, every week, same time, same position, same duration, and the same damn “Bat Channel”. She had laughed when he had likened their lovemaking sessions to the old TV show of the comic Batman and Robin.  

He had also admitted to Jane that during their once a week session the only thing on his mind was getting it over with. He told her that he was afraid that his life had become stagnet. The same thing week after week, year after year and he was unhappy with it.

She was trying to be fair to both parties when she asked him if he had done anything to change the boredom he was feeling. Had he spoken to his partner about his feelings? Had he told her of his desires, suggested they try something new within their relationship etc.?

Lee had told her that he had once tried to seduce her in her office and she had spurned his advances and told him to act his age. Jane had the feeling that when she had turned away from him that he had felt rejected. She felt that maybe that rejection had left him feeling unsure of himself in some way.

He called her as soon as he was in Battle Creek. She had been sitting in her car for about fifteen minutes before she saw him turn into the drive of the restaurant parking lot. She got out of her car so that he wouldn’t have to search for her.

He pulled into the spot next to her car and got out. She recognized him from the picture he had sent her in an email a few months ago when they had first began writing. She waited until he came around to where she was standing then walked up to meet him putting her arms around him telling him how glad she was that they had finally gotten to meet.

Lee held her tightly and close, she could smell the light cologne that he was wearing. Thank god she was thinking, she absolutely hated men who’s cologne was overpowering.

“I’ll let you drive and give you directions,” she told him as he held open the passenger door for her to get in. “I’ll give you a short tour of the city before we go to dinner.”

“This is what is referred to as the “Circle” from the town residents. That’s Brook’s fountain in the center of the circle. In the winter, it is decorated as the manger with the three wise men giving their gifts to the baby Jesus,” she told him. On July 3, in 1930 Harold C. Brooks presented the city with the fountain in memory of his father C. E. Brooks. The fountain is of Greek design and a replica of the “Temple of Love” in Marie Antoinette’s garden at Versailles, France. In the summer the fountain displays a color light show.”

“What is the Honolulu House,” he asked her pointing to the huge yellow building on their right just before coming to the circle?

“The Honolulu House was built in 1860 by Abner Pratt. He was the first US counsel to the sandwich islands, the Hawaiian Islands. It is said to be the exact replica of the house he lived in while living in the islands. He loved the house so much he had a replica built of it when he returned to Marshall. It is now home to the historical society and a museum.”

“That is the American Museum of Magic,” she pointed to the shop front they were passing on their drive through downtown. It was founded in 1978 and houses more than a half million pieces of memorabilia and props of well known state magicians of the 19th and 20th centuries. It also has an escape apparatus used by Houdini. That museum is the only one of it’s kind in the world.”

“This is the Governor’s Mansion. It was built in 1839 in the hopes that it would become home to the state governor. It had been thought at the time that Marshall would be the Capitol of Michigan. Officials at that time had decided that Ann Arbor would house the University, Jackson would get the prison and Marshall would be the capital. When it didn’t, the house was and still is referred to as the Governor’s Mansion. It now houses the Mary Marshall chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution.”


“Park here Lee and we can eat at the Stagecoach.”

He parked then went around to help her from the car. When they got inside the place was packed as usual. They found a place near the back and sat down. “This place is a favorite with the residents for it’s ½ pound coach burger,” she told him.

“This is a pretty busy place, is it always like this,” he asked her?

She knew immediately that he had been hoping for someplace a little more private and quiet. She smiled to herself at the sad look on his face when he had asked her the question.

“I was thinking that we could order take out and go down to Ketchum Park and have a little picnic,”she told him.

“That sounds fantastic Jane.”

They ordered their food and chatted while they waited. There were a few kids at the park when they got there but they walked across the small bridge that crossed the Kalamazoo River and sat down at a empty picnic table under a big Weeping Willow tree. They enjoyed their meal and conversation in relative privacy. 

“Jane, do you feel even a little bit of sexual attraction to me,”he asked her.

She got up and went around to sit beside him. He was facing the table and she sat with her back to it. She laid her hand lightly on the side of his face and turned it so he was looking into her eyes. She pulled his face towards hers and kissed him softly.

He had been shocked when her lips first touched his, but it only lasted for a second then he was kissing her back passionately. She kissed him for a long time, building up his passion with her kisses. He was an amazingly good kisser and Jane loved men who could make her juices flow with their kisses.

She was feeling wicked and poor Lee was going to get more than he had hoped for. She slid her hand down his chest, unbuttoning his suit jacket as she did. She let her hand stop at the crotch of his slacks and pressed lightly against his hardening cock.

The way they were seated his back was facing the river so only someone who was on their side of the river could see what was going on. As they were the only ones on that side of the river no one could tell what was going on.

She reached for the zipper of his slacks and slowly lowered it. His hand flew down to hers to stay it. “Don’t move Lee, just sit still. No one can see what I’m doing,” she whispered against his lips. 

Lee moved his hand away from hers, excited but nervous. He had never had anything like this happen to him in his life. Not even when he was younger had his ex wife and he been this open with their sexual affections.

She unzipped his slacks and slipped her hand inside. He was wearing boxers and that pleased her, much easier to fondle him this way. She reached inside the opening of his boxers and wrapped her hand around his warm, firm cock.

“Just enjoy the feel of my hand Lee, and don’t move. Just listen to my voice and feel my hand stroking your cock.” She leaned close to his ear, whispering softly to him. She licked the lobe of his ear then gently tugged it with her teeth. “ You like this don’t you hon? Bet you’ve never had a woman jack you off in public before have you babe?”

Lee could only manage to squeak out a feeble yes to her questions. He was nervous that they would be seen or caught and yet thrilled at what was happening.

“Close your eyes babe and imagine that it’s my mouth moving up and down your cock instead of my hand. Can you feel the warmth of my mouth as it surrounds your hard cock? Are you imagining what my tongue feels like as I lick your cock? Is it rough or silky soft from my saliva, slick and sliding all around your cock as I suck you gently?”

Lee could feel everything she was describing to him. He was imagining her mouth sucking him deep inside her mouth. He wished more than anything that it was her mouth giving him the pleasure she was whispering in his ear. “You feel good in my hand, I can almost imagine how good your cock would feel buried deep in my pussy. I can feel your cock pounding my pussy, waiting for you to fill it with your cum. Ummm...my pussy is so wet right now and hungry to feel your cock inside me. Would you like to fuck me Lee? Do you want to put this hard cock of yours deep inside me?”

“God yes! Can we go to a motel Jane, will you let me make love to you?”

She put his cock back in his slacks then pulled the flap closed and buttoned them back up at his waist but she didn’t zip up his zipper. She stood up and took his hand. “ Come around here and sit with your back facing the table.” His back was still facing the river so anyone on the other side still could not tell what was going on between them. She stood in front of him and placed her hands on his shoulders. She leaned down towards his face, to anyone watching them they would think she was kissing him.

She didn’t kiss him but whispered against his lips what she wanted him to do. “Undo your slacks and pull your cock back out for me,” she told him. She saw the astonishment on his face, “no one can see I promise you, it looks like I’m kissing you. Take your cock back out for me babe.”

He did as she had instructed wondering what she was going to do to him now. His cock was rock hard and standing straight up. He just knew they were going to get arrested for indecent behavior!

She had worn a skirt and nothing on underneath. She hated wearing panties anyway and went without them whenever she could get away with it. “I’m going to sit on your lap hon, guide your cock into my pussy as I sit down.”

“Jane you can’t be serious! Can’t we go to a motel before someone catches us?”

“Do you want to have your cock inside me or not? If you do, then guide it inside my pussy,” she began to straddle his lap while he held his cock in position for her to slip her pussy over it. She eased down over his cock until he was fully inside her.

“Don’t move, anyone looking this way will only think I’m sitting on your lap. If you start moving around you might give us away, she whispered against his lips before kissing him deeply. She moved every so slightly from side to side while she kissed him. 

“Ummm...I do like the way you feel inside me,” she told him as she rocked slowly back and forth. I can imagine how your cock would feel slamming into my pussy as you fucked me. Your hands tight on my hips pulling me hard into you as you rammed your cock in me.

“Oh my god Jane I’m going to cum,” he breathed roughly against her lips. 

“Yes babe, fill my pussy with your hot cum. I want to feel it dripping out of me and running down the inside of my thighs,” she moved slowly back and forth against his cock when she felt him tense as his orgasm busted loose inside her.

“My god I would have never thought I could have had such a powerful orgasm by you just sitting on my cock.”

“You came because it was all new to you, an experience you had never had before. It was the newness of it, along with the added excitement of you thinking we might get caught,” she told him as she eased herself up off of him.

He tucked his flaccid cock back into his boxers and zipped his pants back up. “Can we go to a motel now so I can make proper love to you,” he asked her holding her close against his side.

The sun was setting and in a few more minutes it would be dark. She wanted to leave the park before the teenagers started showing up who had no other place to go but to hang around in the park. Plus, the town police would be cruising by checking for drug deals that might be going on when the sun went down.

They gathered up their trash dropping it in the waste containers before heading back to his car. Jane wasn’t finished with Lee just yet, she was in a very high sexual state and needed some relief herself.

When they left the park she directed him towards the highway heading South. He thought they were heading for a motel but he would quickly find out that was not the case. Her destination was 20 miles south of town, to a little spring fed lake right off the highway. 

As soon as they were on the highway she undid her seatbelt and turned sideways in the seat. She made sure the door was locked then leaned back on the door. She had undone four buttons on her blouse when he glanced her way.

“I’m so aroused I’m not going to be able to wait, I need to cum so badly,” she told him while rubbing her nipples through the lace of her bra. “Slow down to 65 hon and put the cruise control on so we don’t get pulled over for speeding,” she told him softly.

“I love my nipples played with, that arouses me as much as a good kisser does.” Lee kept glancing her way watching her rubbing and tugging at her nipples. “I love them sucked hon, I could have them sucked for hours and stay aroused.” She pulled a cup away from her left breast baring it and even in the dimly lit car she could see how huge his eyes had become.

She rubbed her bare nipple which was now firming up nicely with her attentions to it. “You know hon, the three ways I like to cum are through oral sex, my nipples being sucked while my clit and pussy are played with, and intercourse, in that order.” She lifted her tit to her mouth and he gasped audibly when she began to lick then suck on her own nipple. 

Lee couldn’t believe this was happening, he was afraid he was going to have an accident if he didn’t keep his eyes on the road but he couldn’t keep himself from watching her. She had some huge tits and he was to old for perky tits to be the thing for him anymore. His cock was rising in his pants again just watching her.

She leaned back further, sliding down a little more in the seat while she played with her nipples. She lifted her left leg until it was bent at the knee resting against the back of the seat. She spread her legs further apart until her right leg was resting on the floorboard of his car.




The Professor



He was watching her intently as she reached down between her legs and let her finger slide into her pussy. “I’m still creamy from your cum babe.”

He watched mesmerized as she lifted her cum soaked finger to her mouth and sucked the cum from her fingertip.

“Oh yes, the mixture of our juices is very tasty indeed,” she moved down further into the seat until her bent knee was resting against his right arm. “Finger fuck me babe, I do so very much need to cum.” She lifted her left leg over the back of the seat giving him ample room to play with her pussy.

Lee needed no further encouragement and with his right hand he slipped his middle finger deep into her pussy and began fucking her with his finger. She was good and wet from his earlier filling of her pussy with his cum. He loved hearing her moans of pleasure as he continued fucking her with his finger. 

“Rub my clit babe, it’s hard and throbbing. Oh yes, that feels so fucking good honey don’t stop.” She was close to having her first climax and didn’t want him stopping until she had achieved it.

Lee slipped two fingers in her and pumped her pussy hard making her squirm in the pleasure his fingers were giving her. She was moaning, and hunching her pussy at his plunging fingers with each thrust.

“Rub my clit hon, rub it in circles so I can cum,” she begged him. “That’s right, don’t stop hon, press a little harder babe,” she told him breathlessly. No more than a minute later she came.

She sat up and moved closer to him, again turning sideways in the seat, only this time her head was near his right thigh. “Now let me take care of this for you,”she told him releasing his hard cock from his slacks. Keep your eyes out for exit 25, take it and at the end of the exit turn right, go over the bridge and you will see a side road leading down to the lake, she told him just before she wrapped her mouth around his cock.

He was clenching the steering wheel so tightly his arms began to ache. No woman had ever gone down on him while he was driving the car. Her mouth was like velvet against his cock. Wet velvet was all he could think of as she bobbed her head up and down the length of him.

He was having a hard time keeping his mind on looking for the exit and the woman sucking on his cock. She wasn’t taking her time to draw out his pleasure, she was making his cock strain for release. “Jane honey please stop, I know I’ll miss the exit. Oh my god baby your going to make me cum I have to pull over.”

“Your fine babe, just keep driving, and let yourself enjoy this.” She sucked his cock back deep into her mouth, she ran her tongue over the head of his cock then sucked it gently, tasting his precum as it made it’s escape slowly. She felt his cock throb in her mouth and knew it would not be much longer before he wouldn’t be able to hold back his orgasm.

He saw the sign for the exit just as his cum exploded in her mouth. He didn’t know how he managed to both turn on the exit and keep the car on the road at the same time as he blew his load into her mouth. He was visibly shaking from the orgasm and the excitement of what had just happened. 

He pulled down the lane to the small lake and parked the car where she instucted him to. She was out of the car before he had even turned off the car. He followed her down to the edge of the lake where there was a picnic table. She got up on the top of the table and leaned back with her legs spread wide.

“Your turn, I need another good cum babe. It’s time for you to prove to me that your as good of a pussy eater as you have claimed to be,” she told him.

Lee sat down on the bench seat of the picnic table and began his oral assault on her pussy. He had told her in an email and on the phone how much he loved eating pussy. He knew he was good and he enjoyed giving a woman pleasure that way. Nothing made his cock get hard faster than having his face buried in a pussy.

Having just came he would be able to enjoy his oral feast of her for some time before needing his own release. He loved the taste of a woman, how her body reacted to his mouth making love to her instead of his cock. He was going to prove to her that he was every bit as good as he had claimed to be.

His tongue gathered up all the residual cream left in her pussy. She had been right, the mixture of their two essences mixed together, fucking tasted wonderful. His tongue was well seasoned in being able to attack and pleasure a woman’s clit. She had referred to it once in an email as her woman’s cock.

She had a nice sized clit, made for a man to suck on. He latched onto her clit and sucked her to orgasm. He gave her pussy no mercy as he kept the still sensitive clit aroused. She was moaning and held his head firmly between her thighs, directing his head where she had wanted it to go. “Just like that hon, suck it babe, oh fuck baby that feels fucking fantastic. That’s right babe work my clit, ummm...yes, god yes!”

She was having another orgasm and filled his mouth with more of her delicious cream. He rubbed her scent all over his face, he loved the taste and smell of her scent it was driving him crazy. He wanted to stay eating her pussy for as long as she would let him or until he could stand it no more needing to bury his cock into her. He got her off twice more before the need to fuck her overtook him.

He pulled her off the table and turned her around quickly. She planted her hands on the table and spread her legs giving him the room he needed to enter her from behind. He had taken his cock out of his pants just before her last orgasm so he was inside of her in an instant. He rammed his cock in fast and hard, burying it in her as deep as he could.

She loved the feel of his cock inside her, fucking her hard and fast. He could fuck every bit as good as he could eat pussy. She was going to have bruises on her hips by morning he was holding her that tightly as he fucked her. 

His cock was ready to explode, he rammed it in hard and deep, loving the feel of her pussy wrapped around it. He was past that point of no return, he slammed his cock hard, he could feel his seed moving through his cock just as it exploded inside of her. It felt like a volcanic eruption when his release came. For almost a full minute he kept having spasms with his orgasm. He felt her pussy muscles tighten around his cock as her climax followed his.

He turned her around and kissed her deeply, neither one of them saying a word. He held her close as they came down from their passionate coming together. “How could I have been so lucky to have found you. I’ve never experienced so much in so little time Jane.”

“Was it all that you thought it would be Lee,” she asked him?

“It was more than I had ever thought or hoped would happen,” he admitted. “I never expected any of it. I had hoped that we would find that we wanted to be together and would go to a motel and just make love. I never dreamed or fantasized that any of this would ever happen between us.”

“Do you realize that it’s almost midnight Lee, and you have a two hour drive back to Chicago?” She hated having to make him come back to the present, to the realities of life after all they had shared that day.

“We’d better head back, it’s going to be a very long but happy drive back,” he told her kissing her softly.

When they got back to the truck stop to drop her at her car he kissed her long and deeply. He didn’t want to let her go, wanted nothing more than to just stay the night and spend it making love to her until his body just wouldn’t function anymore.

“I’ve got to get home and let the dogs out, email me when you get home so that I know you arrived safely,” she told him. He started to say something but she put her finger on his lips stopping him. “Don’t say anything Lee, we’ll talk online tomorrow. You’d better get going, I don’t want to have to worry about you falling asleep at the wheel.”

He kissed her good-bye and then headed home. Two hours and a long lonely stretch of highway was going to allow him to do an awful lot of thinking. He knew he would relive over and over what had happened that day. They would talk tomorrow, he had much he wanted to say to her.

Who would ever believe that he had just spent the day making love to the woman writer of the erotic stories he was such a fan of. He still couldn’t believe it himself, but his cock tenting in his slacks again reminded him that it was no fantasy dream he had just woken up from.......



The Professor



It was Friday afternoon and I was sitting at my desk waiting for a particular student to arrive. This young student was prone to be disrespectful in class and I was sure she would be late, possibly not even show.

As I stood to gather my items to leave, she strolled into my classroom as if nothing was wrong at all. She sat down in her usual desk and smiled up at me with those devilish doe-like eyes. I had instructed her to come see me after class for passing notes in class. Not your every day notes, but vulgar ones, filled with descriptions of sucking cocks, eating pussy and taking it in the back door! This kind of behavior was going to be settled right here and right now.

I walked over and sat on my desk as I proceeded to scold her for her inappropriate behavior. She just sat there and chewed her gum as if no one was talking to her. This angered me even more. As my blood continued to rise, I couldn't help notice her young body.  Her blond hair was pulled up in a ponytail and her skirt was cut too short for a girl her age. I also couldn't help but notice that her blouse was unbuttoned a little to low, revealing young supple breasts.

I looked at her, but suddenly something took over my thought process. I was no longer thinking about correcting her behavior, I was thinking about slipping my cock into her sweet devilish coed mouth!

Suddenly, I stood and walked over to her. I reached down with one hand. Firmly, I grabbed her by the underarm and pulled her from her chair. She appeared stunned and resisted as I pulled her over to the desk. She opened her mouth to protest, but I told her to shut up.  Her mouth closed as her eyes showed shock.

I reached up and put my left hand on her throat. I leaned in and said that she was going to do as I told her to do and did she understand? She answered that she did. 

I could feel her young body begin to shake, but I didn't care. I leaned in and kissed her, forcing my tongue into her sweet mouth.  With my other hand I reached down and grabbed her left tit. I could feel it swell as her nipple became harder to my firm touch.  I could even feel her heart beat faster.

I continued to stick my tongue down her throat, if anything to keep her quiet. She resisted a little, but I was much stronger than she was. My hands continued to explore her sweet body.  I gripped her ass through her panties, even dipping a finger into her sweet pussy to test the waters. She may have been resisting, but her pussy juices began to flow with my exploration.

I withdrew my mouth from hers to see that her lipstick was smeared. Her eyes wide open and doe-like. I asked if she had ever been fucked by those punks from fraternity row?  She hesitated, but forced out a quiet yes. I laughed and said that she had never been fucked like she was getting ready to be. Her eyes had fear in them as I turned her around.  I grabbed the back of her blond ponytail and gripped it hard. Her hand tried to loosen my grip but I just grabbed them and placed them on the desk. I told her it would be worse if she resisted, but if her pussy was good and wet, I might let her cum on my dick.  She just squirmed as I lifted her plaid skirt. Her breathing was heavy as I unzipped my pants.

She was resisting to some degree, but she didn't take her hands off of the desk as I instructed her to. My cock was swollen to its full length. I grabbed her right hand and pulled it back to full my manhood. I wanted her to feel its girth, its engorged head. Her soft fingers could barely wrap around the shaft. She resisted some more, but I slammed her hands down on the desk and told her to stay in that position.

She leaned on the desk, shivering and shaking as I pulled her skirt back up. I ripped her white panties off and proceeded to spread her ass cheeks. Once I spread them I gazed upon her sweet pinkness which was glistening with excitement. I gripped my hard member and skid it up and down her ass crack. She proceeded to look back at me with fear in her eyes as I placed my engorged cock head at the entrance of her wet hole. I leaned and called her a whore as my cock pushed its way into her.  She hissed and gasped as her pussy gripped my hardness. In one swift motion I impaled her, slamming the full length of my cock into her. She cried out.

Her head flew back as her hair slapped me in the face as I laughed and grunted and tried to push more into her tight hole. I withdrew and it seemed as if her pussy wanted more, so I slammed into her yet again. Gasping the word P L E A S..., I didn't let her finish. I withdrew yet again and then thrust harder into her. Her creamy pale skin flush from the force. Her mouth parted as if to say something, but only heavy breathing escaped as I thrust into her time and time again.

My hardness impaled her deeply! Her legs quivered, her breathing became heavier. My hands gripped her hips as my cock filled her. Her pussy lips swollen, gripped me, milked me, regardless if she wanted them too. She was all mine!

I slammed into her calling her names, slut!, whore!, cocksucker!, bitch!, cunt!, you name it, I called her whatever came to mind. I wanted to treat her like a dirty little whore.

In and out! In and out!. I slammed into her with all my might, sweat pouring off of me as I pushed my cock deeper and deeper into her. Her body had already grown limp as my pounding continued to persist.

Suddenly her head flew back and a slight gasp turned into a cry. Her own orgasm gripped me, milked me as my cock throbbed and pulsated. I thrust once more as my hot seed filled her. She hissed as if it burned, my hands still gripped her as my pounding subsided.

My sweat covered her back, making it glisten. I pulled it out with a sucking sound. My cock was still swollen from this violent act. Her hole gaped, her lips still swollen, puffy and red. Her legs still shook as my cum dribbled out of her pussy onto the floor. I slapped her on the ass and said she better respect my rules or finals will be especially tough. She just laid there on the desk, limp and spent as I walked over to the blackboard and wrote No Class Today!



The Professor



I was just getting back from lunch with my dad. I had come in to say hello to my old boss- his secretary. I used to have a summer job as office girl here. Many people had changed since I worked here though. I hardly recognized anyone. The older lady and I chatted for a few minutes then I decided to head out. I was playing hooky from work that day and wanted to get home and relax. I waved goodbye to my dad who was on the phone as I passed his open office door.

The door to the office across from my dads stood slightly open. Soft music was playing inside and I paused on my way out to see if I recognized the song. I didn't. But before I could head on my way the professor came round the corner and saw me standing near his door. "Hi Kate" he said genially and he seemed to herd me into his office. I was a little surprised when he closed the door behind us. I had seen him a couple times in passing but didn't really know the man. I guess he recognized me from the pictures my dad had of his family adorning his office walls. Once inside I recognized the song on the radio as one of the top rap songs of the week. Not what I would have expected from this middle-aged college professor. I looked at him with a new interest as he began the polite questioning that always seemed to fill conversations with my dad's colleagues. How was work? How was life? Any man on the scene yet. What was I doing with my life? I could recite the answers in my sleep so I almost tuned him out as I held a conversation and took in his office- and him.

The professor looked to be in his early 40's. But, had pitch-black hair and a Native American feel to his high cheekbones and dark piercing eyes. He could play the "bad boy" in a movie I thought. Just the right natural darkness to be cast as the "vampire in the alley waiting for an unsuspecting citizen" role. He obviously worked out I noticed with a blush as I caught myself gazing at his broad shoulders and flat stomach. The black polo shirt highlighted his tan and the sleeves stretched over thick biceps. I pictured those arms holding himself up over me in a soft bed. When I finally noticed that he had gone silent and was watching me lust after him, I blushed furiously. The whole situation seemed dangerous suddenly, and I became very conscious of the closed door on the other side of him.

I stood up and moved to quickly pass him and leave- there was no point in trying to pretend I hadn't just been sizing him up like a piece of meat. It would be better to just leave and avoid him in the future I thought. The silence was thick and our eye contact constant, as I tried to slide past him towards the door. His hands shot out and wrapped tightly around my wrists. I took a couple quick breaths and tried to still my racing heart. I varied between fearing him and wanting to beg him to fuck me right they're on his desk. My breaths were shaky and I could no longer meet his eyes. My glance darted nervously around the small office as he stood and pulled me closer to him. Six foot six inches of dark psychology professor loomed over me. I wanted nothing more then for this beast to ravage me. But, at the same time I feared at any moment the door to the office would be pushed open and someone would interrupt us. The very fact that I worried about being "interrupted" instead of being saved told me that my lust was going to get the better of me.

I finally looked up at him and saw something hard and almost menacing in his eyes. The hands gripping my wrists in let go but I was immediately held in place by both of his large hands encircling my neck with his thumbs pushing up on the underside of my chin so my head tilted backwards making my mouth very vulnerable to his. I was embarrassed with myself for panting softly as his mouth came closer to mine. His fingers curled slightly and I felt the hard press of nails in the back of my neck shoot shivers down my spine as his mouth crushed against mine harshly. I found myself going lightheaded as his hands tightened still more around my neck. My own hands reached up desperately and clawed at his fingers as my tongue fought with his and my body heated up.

He dropped his hands, backed away from me. I was surprised as he then ordered me to follow him and he turned and strode out the office door. I followed. All the way down the hall. Down the stairs. Across the parking lot. Almost running to keep up with his long strides. He seemed to glide rather them walk. Every movement he made seemed smooth and feral. He slipped between two parked vehicles and as I followed him he suddenly turned and crushed me against the jeep with his hard body. His hand wove its self in my hair and he jerked my head sideways. Hot lips found my neck and I squirmed. The lips were immediately replaced by teeth. Teeth that were sharp. Sharper then they should have been, a question raised itself in my mind but before I could voice it he bit me. Hard and deep he bit me. I cried out loud as I could feel blood trickle down the inside of my shirt from his bite. A strong cool hand covered my mouth and drowned out the cry. As the pain shot down my body I felt him grow hard against my tummy- an impressive hardness. He opened the passenger door of the jeep and pushed me roughly inside.

My hand clamped to my neck to rub away the pain. I sat motionless in the front seat as he rounded the front of the jeep and climbed in the driver side. I wondered if I should get out and run. The bite had hurt. There was hardly anything sensual about it and if it hadn't been for the kiss back in the office I doubt I would have been turned on at all by this point. I tried the handle experimentally. It was locked. I looked around and couldn't find a unlock button anywhere. I turned slowly and met his eyes. "One chance" he said coldly. He hit the unlock button on his side and sat looking at me. My one hand on the door handle, my other still holding the bite wound on my neck I looked back at him- torn between fear and the lust that was still murmuring in my body.

I slowly released the handle and reached for my seatbelt. Without meeting his eyes again I pulled the belt across me and clicked it. I looked at him again, a bit shyly. I wasn't the type of woman that men usually took to. I'd had my share of partners but none of them had been the random, passionate "oh my god fuck me now" type of encounters. This was the stuff of novels and I had decided I would be a fool to pass it up. There was a faint smile playing on his mouth but the hardness was still in his eyes as he started up the jeep and pulled away from the parking space. We drove for thirty minutes without saying a word.

Halfway through the trip I pulled my hand away from my neck and sat watching him. Now that I knew he knew and was ok with my lust of him I let myself indulge in it. The thick arms were just as threateningly exciting as before. His hands were broad and smooth and now knowing how they felt gripping my neck I couldn't help but shiver as my gaze wandered to them again. I let myself look to his pants where I could still see a bulge from where he'd hardened against me back in the parking lot. I had the sudden urge to reach over and fondle him through the khakis. I did. Well, tried to. My hand slowly crept over his leg and cupped him through the pants gently, but then he grabbed my hand harshly and jerked it up to his mouth where he bit the inside of my wrist lightly and laughed at me before pushing my hand back into my own lap.

Finally we pulled up at an older looking house at the end of a small road through the woods. I went to open my door but found it was once again locked. He smiled at me and got out of his door and came around and opened mine. "It's childproofed. There is no way to ever open it from the inside." I looked at him with suspicion. That meant that back in the parking lot when he had "unlocked" the door for me I really could not have left had I chosen to. Fear grew inside me again as he reached in and grabbing both my wrists with his hands he jerked me roughly out of the jeep.

He immediately took the collar of my shirt in his hands and tore it open along the front, tearing off most of the buttons as he did so. I shuddered as the cold wind bit my bare skin and backed away from him. Once again his body crushed mine to the side of the jeep and he murmured in my ear. "Don't worry little girl, you will experience nothing but pleasure with me. Maybe painful pleasure, but you will enjoy it." He backed away from me and still gripping one of my wrists he led me into the house. He walked slower this time. I shivered in the cold but didn't need to run to keep up with him. He never let go of my wrist. I wondered at why he didn't hold my hand, as a normal man would have. But, I realized that I enjoyed the feel of being in his control. I preferred this wrist holding. Maybe he could sense that about me.

The bedroom was a dark sensual affair. The walls were painted crimson and the black carpet let to a large bed draped in black velvet covers and red silk sheets. The ceiling was covered in mirrors and the walls adorned with candelabras holding upwards of one hundred candles. I found it strange that the candles were all already lit. Perhaps they were fake, or he had servants. He was watching me take in the room. The from behind me his arms enveloped me. His lips found my ear then down to my neck again. I was braced for it this time. When his teeth sank into my neck I leaned back into him and relaxed into the pain. My brain went fuzzy and it took all my self-control not to fight against him and his harshness. As the pain grew it turned into pleasure. As I relaxed into it, it overwhelmed me. I almost orgasmed right there from his teeth breaking my skin and his tongue lapping at the wounds.

He led me to the bed and lay me on my back. He crawled on top of me and his mouth found mine again. Urgency and passion filled me and my hands clawed at his shirt, pulling it up over his head and revealing a muscular broad torso that was an even golden tan. I grew wet at the sight of all that delicious flesh. On impulse I reared up under him and bit hard on his shoulder. He cried out but didn't move to stop me. I bit harder and harder and he groaned. I couldn't break the skin though. Part of me still didn't want to hurt him. But, I forced myself to bite harder- I may not have his sharp teeth, but if he got to taste my blood then I was going to taste his. My hands reached around him and gripped his back pulling him down onto me with my teeth still locked into his shoulder. He moaned as he relaxed his weight onto me. I was suffocating underneath him. I couldn't breath but as his blood finally dripped through my teeth into my mouth I felt energy and a sort of craze come over me. I released his shoulder immediately and clung to him as lightheadedness filled me. He smiled through his pain down at my confusion. "I thought you'd like it," he said.

He moved me up higher on the bed then he stretched my right wrist out above my head and before I realized what was happening he had tied it with something. I couldn't pull it back towards me. My breath quickened again as he did the same thing to the left wrist. Then he slid me as far down the bed as my bonds would allow. I was trapped- with him straddling my hips I was completely helpless. I panted softly and pleaded with him with my eyes to kiss me again. My body was so filled with lust and desire. I wanted him to just touch me again anywhere anyhow. Yet he sat there and watched me silently. I squirmed, moving my hips up till I was pressed against him. He was hard, and huge from the feel of it. There was still a trickle of blood on his shoulder from where I'd bit him. But, I was surprised that as I lay there watching the wound seemed to heal itself. There was still blood but the torn flesh smoothed itself out. I felt the heat leaving my body as I looked up at him in astonishment and confusion. He smiled down at me and I saw the flash of sharp fangs at the corners of his smile.

He called out something in a language I didn't recognize. I was shocked as I watched another man almost equaling him in rugged beauty melt into the room from the very walls it seemed. This new man was only wearing boxers in black silk. He had a tray with shiny objects on it. I was terrified. I felt that lust seep away again and be replaced my pure fear. I looked up at the professor straddling me. He was taking in my fear and relishing in it. My nipples were so hard and erect even though I was more fearful then anything now. He began playing with them. Rolling them between his fingers and pinching hard sometimes with his fingers sometimes trapping them between his nails. I moaned and cried out, the whole time feeling myself go wetter and wetter at his touch and at the silent men watching me. I feared yet the lust was returning. I again writhed enough to feel his hard cock against my pelvis. The standing man looked at me, smiled, and murmured something in that strange language. They both smiled now, and the professor me reached for an object of steel from the tray. He clamped my nipple in a vice like clip. I cried out as he tightened it a notch more then I could stand and the soreness spread through me. He did the same thing to the other nipple. The man standing at the side of the bed reached over and held the vice-clips in place. He bent down and kissed me again. The soreness was turning into fire and my body ached for him. I wanted my wrists to be free so I could claw at him and take his cock from his pants and feel it inside me.

He sat back up and he reached on the tray again. A needle. I looked at him in terror. He also held up two silver rings. "I am going to adorn you," he said simply. He reached down and I watched as he set the needle against one side of my nipple, which was conveniently placed for piercing. He paused and I met his eyes. It was going to hurt like hell... but could it possibly be worse then his teeth. I kept eye contact with him as he pushed the needle harder against the side of my nipple, which was being held in place by the vice-clip. I cried out as the needle slowly entered the skin. I squirmed my hips and shuddered my body as he stopped pushing and waited. I made eye contact again and he pushed slowly still.

I swear I could feel the needle millimeter my millimeter breaking through my flesh and with each movement the pain was afresh and shot like hot fire straight to my pussy. I was soaking wet through my jeans and very close to coming just from the pain alone. I kept desperate eye contact with him, my breaths short and shallow. His every movement was slow and drawn out, and my every sensation was a confusing mixture of pain and deep pleasure. Once the needle had broken through the other side of my nipple he quickly threaded the ring through the hole and undid the clamp. I looked down with astonished pleasure to see the ring through my nipple. It was as sexy as anything I had ever seen.

He repeated the same slow sensual process with the second nipple. But looking at the ring in my other breast I no longer wanted the pain to stop. I kept sultry eye contact with him allowing myself to wince and squirm with the pain. As the needle made its slow agonizing way through my nipple I mentally forced all the pain to tighten my pussy. I orgasmed just as he forced the needle through the other side of my nipple. I bucked and cried out with the intensity of the pleasure washing over me. I twisted away from his hands and tried to wrench my wrists from their bonds. They didn't break. I lay just as helpless as before once the orgasms stopped and intense after shudders ran through me.

He murmured and the other man made the tools disappear and both were suddenly naked. I was so worn out from the intense pleasure I had just experienced, that I didn't struggle at all when I felt my jeans being slid off my body. I was still trying to catch my breath as the professor knelt between my legs. His golden body and dark eyes so close to me. I saw his cock, hard and ready. He was large. Not long but very thick. And as he pressed its head against my pussy my back arched on its own to give him the best angle to enter me. He reached up and pinched the new rings in my nipples between the finger and thumb of each hand. As he slammed his thick hard cock into my dripping pussy he twisted the rings hard. I cried out at both the stretching in my cunt and the pain from my nipples shooting straight to my pussy bringing me to orgasm almost immediately. He pounded me, over and over. Hard ruthless slams. With each deep thrust he twisted the rings again. The mixture of fucking and pain made me cum over and over. My body was worn out and shaking.

He finally reached up and undid the binds on my wrists. The other man lay on the bed and the professor turned me over and forced me into a doggy style position. He spread my legs and held me in place as the man on the bed slid himself under my body and my legs spread even wider as his hips positioned themselves to fuck me from underneath. The professor pushed my hips down. Impaling me on the man bellows cock. It wasn't as thick as the previous one but it was longer and hit the top of my pussy causing pain with each deep thrust. The professor was behind me and I felt his body lay over mine crushing me to the man below.

I moaned and tried to shift under his weight. He moved up slightly and with one deep hard thrust was buried to the base in my ass. I had no warning and I screamed out. But, neither man paid any attention to my cries. Both cocks were pounding me now. Both men's bodies were hot and sweaty moving in rhythm against mine. My body ached. My pussy hurt. My ass now was stretched till it felt like it was ripping. I cried out and tried in vain to pull myself away from their abuse. The professor reached around my body and grabbed the rings again. A deep thrust into my ass and he twisted them harshly. I grew hot again in an instant. My body responded to the pain and I was cumming in seconds. And as they both kept up a steady rhythm my body fell into the motions with them. We all writhed together and my body arched and curved to allow each best access when it came their turn to pound.

After an eternity of orgasms mixed with pain the men were close to cumming. They both set their teeth lightly at my neck. I moaned as the relentless pounding increased in intensity. Over and over the pain of their cocks and my nipples brought me to the edge of insanity and dropped me from the cliff into pleasure. They both came deep inside me at the same moment. They sunk their teeth deep into my throat as they came and the blood from their bites made my neck slick. The pain throughout my body brought me over the edge one last time. The writhing slowed and the men relaxed completely. The professor's weight was comforting to my sore body. I relaxed and allowed myself to drift off to a light sleep still covered in blood, filled with their cum, and penetrated by the two men. 



The Professor



"I'm concerned about your work in this course, Theresa. You've already missed three assignments, you haven't been to half of my classes, and your midterm research assignment is due in two weeks. How is that coming? Have you started it?"

"Yes, Professor Burk, but I don't know what to write. I tried to do the other assignments, but I'm behind in all my classes. Every time I try to get caught up something else happens and I get distracted all over again. Even when I sit down to write, I just can't keep my mind on my work."

Terri slumped in her chair with downcast eyes. Her voice was small and weak to her own ears, and she felt her cheeks flush red from embarrassment. It wasn't just the mild scolding that embarrassed her, however, it was the person giving it. Professor Burk was the youngest tenured professor in the English department and generally considered by the female student population to be the best looking male faculty member in the school. She had a serious crush on him since the first day of class and tended to wear revealing clothes to draw his attention during the lectures. On once occasion she caught him steal a glance at her ample young cleavage and lose his train of thought.

She noticed this power she had over older men ever since she developed large breasts towards the end of puberty and thrilled inside whenever she commanded glances from them. Professor Burk's fleeting look made her absolutely tingle. He was in his early 30's with thick dark black hair, chiseled features, and a very fit body. When he walked into class for the first time she was shocked to learn he was to be her teacher. Up to that point, all of her other professors were stogy old men that obviously hadn't seen the inside of a gym since high school. She knew that all of the other girls looked up from their notes to check out his butt every time he turned to write on the whiteboard.

"Look, I know you have a lot of competing pressures facing you. Your first year of college will probably be the hardest you have to overcome. There are many new experiences all around, and you have to have the responsibility to learn and grow. I'm not just talking about your academic work, but your social life too. Are you making friends and getting out?"

Since showing up at college she had made some friends, but still felt lonely. Due to an odd number of room assignments that semester she wound up with a room to herself. While the privacy was nice, it caused her to miss out on some of the normal freshman camaraderie. She hadn't dated anyone since her last year in high school and felt the urge to share all of this with him, but bit her tongue and simply replied that she did.

"Do you have a dedicated space to study and write? Your environment is as important as anything else when studying. Are you often distracted when you work?"

"I usually study in my room, but I just can't get my mind to focus whenever I sit to write. I can't help it."

"I'll tell you what; I'll offer you a deal. If you're willing to put in the time and work, I will help you out. I'll grant you an extension on your missing assignments, but in return I want you to make an effort to get on the right track. It's important to me that you leave my class with the skills that will serve you for the rest of your life. You need to turn a new leaf tonight and I'm going to help you."

"You are?"

"Yes, I want to see how your writing space is set up, and I know some exercises that will get your creative juices flowing. I need to be on campus this evening for a department reception, so I'll be around anyway. Now, Theresa, I know the last thing you probably want to do on a Friday night is stay in and study, but that's the deal. It's obvious from your previous work that you have a lot of raw talent and I'm not going to watch it go to waste. Are we agreed?"

"Um, yeah, I guess, sure..." Terri couldn't believe her ears -- Professor Burk was going to come to her room to spend time tutoring her. It would just be the two of them all alone. Her breathing quickened as she felt her cheeks flush again. She prayed he didn't notice.

With head buzzing, she left his office and went straight back to her room. Professor Burk, the man featured in around a dozen of her favorite fantasies, was coming to her dorm room tonight. She had no doubt that his intentions were strictly platonic, but she couldn't help to feel aroused at the scenarios that ran through her mind. She imagined what it would be like to kiss him, imagined his hands unfastening her bra, touching him all over.

She quickly walked back to her dorm, sprang up the stairs to her room, and collapsed on the bed locking the door behind her. A million things to do. Clean her room. Shower. Makup. Figure out something to wear. What shoes. But first ...

She flopped on her bed and touched herself through her jeans. Until just three months ago she had never had an orgasm. It wasn't until studying masturbation in a human sexuality class that she tried it for the first time. She's been with a few boys in high school, but didn't see what all the fuss was about. Her first experience with intercourse was painful and very quick. Her second experience was simply very quick. She never saw any need for a third.

None of this was on her mind as her fingers slid under her waistband and found her clit, however. She thought about what a kiss with Professor Burk would be like. She imagined how it would feel to have him lean into her waiting lips and tenderly kiss them while holding her close. Her orgasm built rapidly, and she intensely climaxed while thrusting her hips into her hand and gasping for air. Having a dorm room to one's self had certain advantages. Feeling refreshed with batteries fully charged, she headed off to the shower to get ready.

Later that evening, after what seemed like an eternity, Terri sat quietly at her desk waiting with eager anticipation. She'd chosen to wear a black silk top that wrapped at the waist and left her full cleavage exposed in a deep V neck. She put on her favorite low rise jeans leaving her midriff bare with just a hint of her black panties peeking out of the small of her back. She'd done her hair and spent some time on her makeup. The overall effect was subtle, but undeniably sexy. She knew that most men would have a hard time not turning their heads for a better look when she dressed like this.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Her heart sped up as she crossed the room to open it. As she pulled the door open, he stood there neatly quaffed in a well tailored suit and tie. He smelled faintly of expensive cologne and wore the scent well. When she opened the door his eyes quickly dropped to her chest and traced her body before returning to meet her smiling eyes. She thrilled at the visual caress.

"Hello Terri, are you ready to get started?" His voice sounded slightly flustered, but he managed to keep his composure.

"Um, sure, where do you want to start?"

"Why don't you grab a seat at your desk. Show me what you normally do when you study."

"I just, well, like, I just study. I mean, you know, what do you mean?"

"I mean you need a ritual, and you especially need one when you write. It's about your frame of mind. Whenever I sit to compose, I always pour a glass of wine and light a candle. It's my trigger. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Go ahead and take a seat." He gently led her to her desk with his hand in the small of her back -- his lower two fingers touching bare skin. "Now, if you get stuck and can't get your brain moving then just start writing about anything. Pick something that makes you passionate and write about that." Her fingers rest on the keyboard ready to type as she turned to look at him questioningly.

"Passionate?"

"I don't mean that kind of passion; although you can use that if you wish. A colleague of mine breaks his writer's block by writing about making love to various celebrities. He said the last time he was blocked so bad he had to write about sleeping with Laura Bush."

They both broke up laughing at the absurdity of the image as he sat on the edge of her bed.

"Go ahead and start. Write anything."

Terri turned back to look at the computer monitor and couldn't think of a thing to concentrate on other than the man standing just behind her shoulder. She slumped in her chair, dropped her wrists and stared blankly at the screen. A minute went by before he spoke again.

"Okay, we need to work on your posture. Writing is an active endeavor." He walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Sit up straight; put your feet flat on the floor." She complied. "Loosen up your shoulders. There's nothing to be tense about." His fingers lightly massaged the base of her neck and she realized just how tight her muscles were. The tension she was feeling had nothing to do with the assignment before her, however.

She leaned her head back into his touch and closed her eyes. She knew he wasn't making a pass, but couldn't help reveling in the sensation of his hands on her anyway. A moment turned into two, then three and he continued to massage her neck. She looked up and opened her eyes to see him staring at her breasts. He caught her gaze, startled, and quickly removed his hands. She simply smiled up at him, placed her hands on his, and gently pulled them back.

"It's okay, that feels good." She looked down to see that her bra was exposed to him from his angle. She made no move to conceal it.

"Terri, I ..." Now it was his turn to search for the right words to say. She closed her eyes again and he continued his massage.

His massage found its way across her shoulders and down her upper back. She leaned in and sighed at the feel of his firm but tender fingers. They seemed to know exactly how to touch her young body.

"Terri, " his voice broke her reverie, "you know we shouldn't be doing this. I think I should go." He withdrew his hands and backed a few steps away from the chair. Terri swiftly stood and turned to face him and happened to catch the bulge showing in his pants. They held each other's gaze for a brief moment that seemed like an eternity and she felt his eyes soften. He took a step toward her closing the space between them and put his hands on her waist.

She closed her eye lids and tilted her head slightly up as he drew her body to his, lowered his head, and softly touched his lips to hers. The kiss was very tender and very brief, but she felt her heart pounding in her chest. His arms held her around the waist as he kissed her again.

Terri hadn't felt a kiss like this before and she hadn't known a man's touch could be so strong, so firm, and so gentle all at the same time. His arms encircled her and she melted into them. He kissed her tenderly and passionately as his hands wandered over her back and through her hair. He softly traced her jaw and kissed her wantonly as she pushed into him. Their bodies pressed together, and she snaked her hands under is suit coat.

Her blouse came untied behind her and his warm hands rested on the bare skin on the small of her back. She broke their kiss only long enough to inhale sharply at the sensation before kissing him again. With tongues intertwined, he removed her top as she pushed his jacket off his shoulders. Both articles of clothing barely hit the floor before he started undoing the clasp to her bra. With expert hands, he quickly unhooked the strap lifted the bra from her shoulders slid it over her arms.

Terri shivered with sexual energy. She couldn't believe she was in the arms of the man of her fantasies with her bare breasts pressed into is suite shirt. They kissed again intertwining tongues and he lifted her light body off the floor and easily carried her to the bed laying her gently on the sheets.

It occurred to her with some shock that he was going to make love to her that evening. Until then, it all seemed very unreal, just a distant fantasy, but she realized that if things were to stop they would have to stop now. She was anxious and felt some degree of apprehension, but was incredibly aroused at the same time. As much as she wanted to slow down, she also wanted to wrap her limbs around him and feel him slide inside of her.

She slowly ran her finger tips up his thigh as he loosened his tie brushing her knuckles against his erect cock. She was surprised at how hard it felt through his suit pants, traced his length, and noted its size as well. Reaching up with her other hand, she proceeded to open his pants as he unbuttoned and removed his shirt.

His chest and abs were smooth and muscular. She could tell he lifted weights and ate well. She could also smell his cologne mixing with his musk and the sent made her even wetter. Once his pants were open, she snaked her fingers inside and felt his shaft causing him to inhale sharply.

He was huge. His erect penis was much larger than anything she'd touched in her limited experience and she wondered with a shudder how she would possibly make love to something with so much girth. She pulled it out and found herself staring directly at his broad round head. Mesmerized, she put it against her cheek, felt its warmth on her skin and smelled his musky sex. She turned and kissed him on the tip before taking him into her mouth.

Burk let out a soft gasp as she smoothly took half of his length into her mouth and eased it back out again. Her tongue played along the underside of the shaft as she allowed him into her lips a second time. By now he'd removed all of his clothing and stood naked before her while she worked on him with soft wet sucking sounds. He rhythmically, but slowly rocked his hips to meet her mouth while she tasted the pre cum escaping his slit.

After a few minutes of this, he reached down to unfasten her jeans and slide them off of her legs. She lifted her hips to accommodate him without interrupting her oral play. His fingers tenderly ran over and under her very damp panties before removing them fully. With that last article of clothing off, she lay in her dorm room bed totally naked with the first fully developed, fully naked, and fully erect man she'd ever seen softly stroking her slippery labia.

She spread her legs to give him more access as he sat on the bed next to her and leaned down to kiss her breasts. Her nipples were very sensitive and every pinch, nibble, and pull made her clit throb. She could hear a squishing sound as his finger entered her tight hole and she moved her hips into the penetration. He continued masterfully massaging her womanhood until she was very close to cumming and stopped to lie on top of her with his hips between her open legs.

She kissed him again as he moved his swollen shaft up and down her exposed pussy gliding the head across her clit. She spread her legs further to open herself to him as much as possible and felt his head push against her entrance. After a moment's kiss and a gentle stroking of her hair, he looked directly into her eyes and slid just the head in. The feeling was as though she were being stretched for the first time, but there was no pain. Her inner lips were tightly wrapped around his pulsing shaft and she sharply gasped. After a brief moment, she adjusted to the size and relaxed in his arms.

Sensing that she was ready, he entered her slippery pussy all the way to the base of his shaft in one smooth motion and paused again to hold her trembling body in his arms. Terri had never been penetrated like this before and the feeling of fullness overwhelmed her. She lost herself to ecstasy as she pulled him close with her arms and legs. His pelvis rubbed her clit causing sharp jolts of electricity to pierce her torso and he began to slowly move almost all of the way back out before gently entering her again.

Their lovemaking was soft and tender as he slid in and out of her with care. She felt her orgasm quickly mount as he kept his steady pace. She slid her feet up and down the back of his thighs as he held her ass in his hands and ground into her over and over. Finally unable to take anymore, she let the orgasm release and flood her.

Squeezing his shoulders in white knuckled fists and burying her face in his chest, Terri panted and moaned as her body writhed under him but stayed impaled on his manhood. No matter how she moved, she could still feel his hardness splitting her open as her spasming pussy walls gripped his cock. When her orgasm finally subsided, he made no move to stop. He just kept steadily fucking her young tight pussy.

She quickly approached a second orgasm and her hips bucked off the bed into his body. She had never known a climax like this and squeezed her eyes shut, gritted her teeth, and stopped breathing as its electricity tore through her body. He held her close and continued to thrust, but now he made love with a greater urgency.

His back became sweaty as he leaned his head back and looked into her pleading eyes. "I ... I'm ... cumming." Almost as soon as the words were out he pushed deep into her womb and flooded her with hot semen. The orgasm racked his body as she felt his fluid shooting deep inside of her. It was more than she could take and she came a third time squeezing her eyes closed and wearily loosing herself to the sensations once more moaning "oh God oh God oh God oh God".

They lay together panting and catching their breath while the tremors subsided. Once they both regained their strength, he kissed her once more, deeply, and slid out of her with a wet sound. He rolled over on her bed and lay on his back cuddling her head against his chest. The entire room smelled like their lovemaking and Terri felt completely intoxicated. She had become a woman that night -- had fully experienced sex for the first time. She knew that this would be a moment she would never forget and smiled sleepily as they silently cuddled in their glow.



The Professor



*This story is based loosely on a true story.*



It was freezing when she went outside for a cigarette. Her body shivered under her heavy purple coat. She had no idea why she had decided to wear a dress that day. She thought to herself lightly about how glad she was to have worn a double layer of tights when her teacher approached her usual sitting spot. 

"Hey! Hope I'm not interrupting you again." He usually caught her with her headphones in, and always said that when he spotted her smoking. He wanted one. She never understood why he didn't just buy his own packs. She gently handed him one and he sat to smoke with her. 

"It's fucking cold today." He said. She only nodded. He liked that she was so unlike the other girls. She never talked in class, never flirted with him, just blushed that beautiful pink when he called her name, and he saw at glances her looking at him throughout class. He loved it. He loved to tease those young girls. He knew he was attractive, and used it to his advantage. He came to find that she was interested in his forte, costuming. He was beginning to feel something for this strange girl.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked, dragging her cigarette.

"Sure." He watched two of his more attractive students pass and her scowl at them. He smiled to himself.

"Do you ever tire of the girls in this major?"

"Of course I do. The majority of them have no direction, and the ones that do don't know how to use it. Plus the majority of them are pretty dumb." She laughed at that and nodded in agreement. She then wrapped her arms around her waist.

He moved closer to her when he felt her shivering. She noticed and scooted away once more. He only followed her. The simple touch of his coat on her thigh sent jolts running through her body. She didn't understand why he was getting closer to her. She was his student for God's sake! She stood to leave when he grabbed her wrist. He didn't know what came over him. He just wanted her near him. He quickly released her when he saw her eyes widen. She smiled weakly and headed inside, her body shivering from his touch more so than the cold. She ran up the stairs before he even walked through the door. 

Their class went by smoothly. She kept her head down and into her work, not looking at him until he approached her at the end of the class. She was slowly packing her bag when he placed a note on her sewing desk. He smiled at her and then told the class to have a good afternoon before walking out. She shakily opened the note and was glad to see there weren't too many people left in the room; otherwise her gasp would have been noticeable. 

Meet me after your class this afternoon in Rittenhouse Park. I want to explore more than just your wrist.

She had no idea what to do. She had to walk through Rittenhouse to get to her apartment. He knew that! She thought to herself, why did I have to tell him where I live? She decided to just go with it. She would tell him she was not interested in any type of physical relationship, especially one with her instructor.

She couldn't concentrate in her afternoon class. She read the note at least 10 times. She didn't understand it by the last time. It was in a foreign language to her. Her best friend realized she was a wreck when they went on break. She asked what was wrong but got no response. Finally she realized there was nothing to worry about and that she would not let him seduce her. She had allowed that too many times in the past.

She walked home slowly. It had been a long day, and was about to become even longer. She spotted him on a bench at the entrance of the park. She popped her headphones out as he noticed her and stood up. She walked toward him and was about to say everything she had prepared when his arms wrapped around her and his mouth smothered hers in a powerful kiss. Her body melted. Like it always did. She wrapped her arms around him also, her fingers digging into his back. He pulled her in closer and then broke the kiss to look at her lovely face. She was flushed in that beautiful pink, but he wasn't sure if it was from the cold or the kiss. 

"I had a whole speech prepared..." she said quietly, not looking at him. He laughed heartily then tipped her chin up to meet his eyes.

"Take me to your house. I want to see where you live." He gripped her hand as they walked down the path. Her head was dizzy; she wasn't sure what was happening. Or what was about to happen. She climbed her stairs feeling as if his eyes were boring into her ass. She could feel him touching her, even though he wasn't. She opened her door and led him into her small apartment. He smiled when they entered. 

"It's quaint," he said, "but I want to see your room." She paused at the table for a moment, her back to him. 

"Look Morningstar, I don't know what you're trying to do here..."

"Oh, well...I thought it was quite obvious." He said moving his hands to her hips and thrusting his pelvis into her ass. She snapped upright. A light moan escaped from her as his hands traveled to the hem of her skirt. 

"Take me to your room?" He asked her. He hadn't asked her anything yet. She gave in. She led him down the long hallway to her bedroom. He noticed how small it was. The sewing desk she had told him about stood majestically in the corner. Her bed, small but waiting, was positioned on the floor. She sat in her desk chair and slowly unzipped her boots. He stood in her doorway, looking smug. He didn't have his next move planned out. He only envisioned her naked and wanting. He moved to her bed, looking as appealing as ever. She tried not to notice him. She had just taken her socks off when he sighed. She stopped everything and just looked at him. 

"What are you trying to do to me?" She asked after a moment, "Seduce me?"

"Yes. That was the plan...but now I'm not so sure." He replied. He looked at her beautiful face for a moment before realizing how unbelievably attracted he was to her. He wanted her more than ever. He patted the bed for her to come sit by him. She lifted her eyebrow and then stood slowly and sat on the bed. He then stood and removed his long coat. She loved that coat on him. He wore black underneath, as he always did. She liked that about him. Liked that he didn't need color to impress anyone. He saw her sizing him up and wanted to devour her. She looked up at him with those long lashes. She fluttered her eyes for a moment and then turned her head. She realized she was blushing and covered her face with her hands.

"Oh God..." she exclaimed.

"What?" he said with a slight laugh. She paused for a moment and then looked back at him. He saw the lust in her eyes and realized what she had just realized. She wanted him too. She stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her mouth pushed to his slowly, lingering a moment before moving her full lips to encompass his thin. She pressed her body into his as he wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her even closer. Their kiss then became deeper as his tongue pressed for entry. She happily allowed him to explore her mouth. He tasted so sweet. Her fingers dug into his hair as a wave of intoxication overwhelmed her. She wanted more of him. She then felt his thickness pressing into her stomach and understood how much he did want her. She smiled a little into their kiss. He noticed. 

He pulled his lips from hers only about a centimeter to whisper a "what" into her mouth. Her hand said it better than her lips ever could as she moved it to his crotch. He gasped and pushed his lips hard into hers. She held her hand on him for only a moment, then moved it to the buttons on his shirt. He was already unzipping her dress. Their kiss was broken once more as he removed her dress from her shoulders. He rested his forehead on hers as it slid effortlessly to the floor. He smiled in approval at her half naked form. He noticed a double layer of tights and was thrilled at the idea of teasing her. He moved her to the bed and told her to lie down. She obeyed and lay on her back, her long hair covering most of her. She had opened all the buttons on his shirt and he gently removed it. A black undershirt lie beneath it and he quickly pulled it from his body. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw his chest. He was slim, yet broad and very firm. Now she was the one wanting to devour him.

He moved to the bed with her. He wanted those tights off of her. He hooked two fingers into the first layer, and slowly, almost tauntingly, pulled them from her body. She shuddered at the thought of him seeing her naked. His hands then slowly moved up her legs to remove the second layer, lingering slightly on her inner thighs. He wanted to rip them from her, but wanted her anticipation to grow more. He pushed his hands under the waistband and rubbed small circles on her hipbones. She was half exposed but he wanted it to last. He moved in between her legs and consumed her mouth in a passionate kiss. His mouth then moved down her body, biting and kissing. He lingered on her neck and lightly nibbled on her clavicle. He brushed her hair aside and kissed between her breasts. She sighed as his hand moved up to meet his mouth. He moved his hand under her bra, feeling her pert nipple. He pushed aside the offending fabric and his mouth replaced his hand. She arched up into him and he smiled as her breathing increased. She watched as his tongue circled her nipple, teasingly, and then he bit down with such virtuosity she thought she might bleed. He then moved to the other and gently nibbled and licked. He told her to remove her bra, and she obeyed. 

She was almost naked then. He wanted to see all of her though. He wanted to see what he'd longed for. He lightly kissed down her stomach, biting gently here and there until he reached the waistband of her tights. He could feel the heat emanating from her center. He wanted to taste her. He paused for a moment. Then thought of another game. His hand cupped her canter abruptly. She gasped out, a slight cry escaping with it. He gently rubbed her clit through the nylon fabric. She whimpered slightly as her body arched into his hand. He then just as quickly stopped. A cry of disappointment came from her. He smiled, knowing this would go his way.

"Do you want me to continue?" he asked. She nodded. "What?"

"Yes. Please." She replied. He beamed in excitement. He didn't know she'd be so quick to beg him. He rewarded her with pushing hard and fast into her clit, and then replacing his hand with his mouth. He licked her in long broad strokes through the thin fabric of her tights. His hands spread her through the cloth as his ministrations continued. She cried out in passion knowing she was going to come soon. She moved her hand to his head, trying to push him away. He replied by grabbing her wrist and pushing her own hand to her clit. This was a fantasy come true.

"Play with yourself for me. Make yourself come." He told her. Her heart was beating fast; she had never been so excited. She moved her other hand to join the first. She rubbed her clit in fast small circles through the tights at first, and then shoved her hand down them when the fabric was soaked in her own juices. Her breath was stuck in her throat as a wave crashed over her. She cried out once and then her body began to quiver as the orgasm shook its way from her. He never stopped looking at her. He wanted to savor every inch. She opened her eyes sheepishly when she felt his hands on her hips once more. He slid them down to the waistband of her tights and then down her legs, pulling them off. She was naked, and very ready. 

His hands returned to her center, holding her heat for a moment. Then he pushed a finger inside of her. Her breath caught again, and her hands fisted her sheets. He moved his finger slowly at first and then added another. He slowly moved his fingers, feeling her tightness. His mouth then joined his fingers, lightly licking her clit. Then without any hesitation, he proceeded to pump those fingers fast and suck her clit into his mouth, bringing her to another small orgasm. Her body shook and she cried out in delight. He moved up her pushing himself between her legs. She opened her eyes to see him smiling down at her. She smiled back and pulled him in for a kiss, tasting herself on him. Then she did something he did not expect, she flipped him over onto his back and straddled his waist. Her hair was wild and her body glowing. He'd never seen her in this light. He loved it. She felt him shift under her, and could feel his cock pressing against her ass. 

She moved in for a kiss, her hair billowing around them. Then her mouth moved to his neck and she lightly bit him. He moaned lightly which sent jolts running down her spine. She bit his neck harder and then bit his shoulder. He laughed a little as she moved downward. She reached his chest and nipped lightly before moving to his nipple and slowly sucking it into her mouth. His breath now caught and he arched into her. She nipped the little bud before moving even further down. She nipped at his stomach and then sat up to unbuckle his belt. He watched her hands unfasten his pants as he kicked his shoes off. She tugged his pants off effortlessly, leaving him half naked and fully erect. She slowly, and cat-like, moved back up him. Teasingly, she kissed at the waistband of his boxers, nipping and licking as she did. Her small hands moved to join her mouth, close to but not touching his cock. She then lightly kissed him through the fabric of his shorts. He sucked in a breath as her mouth teased his already straining erection. She then hooked her fingers under the elastic and slid the shorts off his body. She hadn't realized how large he was until he was standing at full attention. She gasped and then wrapped her fingers around him. The simple touch sent him flying. He thought he might come right then. 

She slowly lowered her mouth to him, her hair flipped to one side. She licked her lips and then opened her mouth. He slid in easily and moaned in pleasure. She pushed all of him into her mouth, and then released him slowly. She ran her tongue up his shaft, then swirled it around the head before pushing him back inside. She then began to move, fast and hard. He gripped her sheets as he felt his orgasm rising. He wasn't sure if he could last another second. 

"Can I come in your mouth?" He asked. She looked up at him a devilish look on her face and began stroking harder. She wanted to taste him. He quivered at the sight. His cock was in her mouth and she was absolutely enjoying it. He couldn't hold back. She felt him quake under her and then his warm fluid filled her mouth. She fisted his cock, making sure to get it all and then released him. His body was shaking and a slight smile was on his face. She swallowed his seed, tasting his salt on the back of her throat. She liked it. She lay beside him as he regained himself. She watched as his body relaxed, except for one part of him. She smiled at his stamina. He opened his eyes to see her staring at him. He rolled to his side to look at her more clearly. He then pulled her into him and kissed her forehead. She looked up at him and then pushed her mouth to his. Both could taste themselves on the other. And enjoyed it.

He rolled her on her back and pushed himself between her legs. He didn't enter her at first, but rather ground himself into her. She moaned in ecstasy. He then covered her mouth with his own once more and entered her ever slowly. She cried out in passion. He held for a moment, feeling her warmth surround him. He then began to move, slow but deep. She moaned with each thrust, allowing herself to be taken by him. He then pushed up onto his knees. He slid her to him, holding her legs with his forearms, and thrust quickly into her. She cried out loudly, holding her bouncing breasts. He moved down onto his hands, thrusting just as fast into her beautiful body. She brought her knees up, allowing him to hit her G-spot. 

"Oh God! Right there!" she cried out. He knew he was hitting it when he felt her tighten around him. She cried out in passion as her body convulsed in an orgasm. He slowed for a moment, allowing her to regain herself, then sped quickly back to his original pace. She wanted him to take her from behind. 

"Can I flip over?" she asked. He replied by pulling out and rolling her over. He grasped her knees and pulled her back to him. He smiled at her tattoo. He ran his hand down her back and then thrust deep into her. He held her hips, pounding her hard, letting his inhibitions go. She cried out louder than she had all night. He felt her tighten around him once more, bringing him close to the edge. But he wanted her on top of him when that time came. He felt her body shake under his thrusts as the final wave of the orgasm washed over her. Then he spanked her. Hard. A large red handprint was left on her right cheek. She cried out. He did it again, thrusting hard into her as he did.

"James!" she cried. He smiled. She was his. 

"I want you on top." He told her. She blushed furiously. He lay on his back, his arms behind his head, waiting. She sat back on her haunches, not moving for a moment. Then she looked at him with sadness on her face. 

"What is it?" He asked sitting up. She looked away ashamed. "What?"

"Well...I'm not...I'm not very good at being on top." She confessed. He smiled and then lay back. He held his arms out for her. She entered them in delight. He then rolled her onto him. She was straddling his waist once more, his cock resting against her center. He thrust his hips upward, entering her. She gasped lightly. 

"Now move back, sit up right...good...like that." He said closing his eyes as a jolt of satisfaction coursed through him. "Now move back and forth, not up and down. Grind me." She began shifting her hips back and forth, feeling another wave of pleasure crash down on her. 

"Oh God..." she whispered. He smiled and moved his hands to her hips, helping her grind. Her hands moved to his abs, holding her up. He knew she could make it work. She was a student in other ways. He wanted to teach her everything. She intoxicated him when he felt his orgasm rising once more. She was hitting him just right for the both of them. Her body was shaking in bliss, the final orgasm rising inside of her. She moved slightly quicker, sending him over the edge. 

"I'm gonna come. Come with me?" he asked her. She nodded and continued to grind deep and fast. He gasped as he felt her tighten around him once more and he cried out as he spilled his seed inside. She collapsed on him, her body shivering with fulfillment. She then rolled onto her side, her back to him. He wrapped his arm around her and they drifted off to a light sleep. When she awoke hours later, he was still with her, warm and comforting. She fell back to sleep, wondering if he'd still be there in the morning.



The Professor



All rights resereved. Copyright September 1, 2009 by Ardor.  The following story is intended for personal use by adults only. No reproduction either digitally or in print is permitted without the expressed written consent of the author. By downloading this story the reader professes to be an adult and that the material is legal in the area in which the reader resides.



"Mr. Belman can I talk to you please?"

Damn I was hoping to get out of here quickly. I told my friends that I'd catch up with them later and went over to see Professor Williams. She was standing in front of the large chalkboard she used during class.

"You wanted to see me Ma'am?" I asked.

"I'll be with you in a moment," she said as she picked up the eraser and went to work clearing the board.

The moment she started to stretch and then bend to clean the board I looked up at the ceiling. I've gotten used to the female nudity here at Blank Shande College by now but Professor Williams is different. Ever since I got back from the holiday break I can't seem to look her in the eye.

By now every other student in the room had left and Professor Williams and I were alone.

"There, now," she said turning from the cleaned board towards me, "Mr. Belman I couldn't help noticing that you're not paying attention in class like you used to."

"I, um, sorry Ma'am." I said awkwardly while still looking up at the ceiling.

"Mr. Belman, look at me when I'm talking to you." She said sternly.

I slowly looked down from the ceiling and turned my head towards her. She was standing directly in front of me with her hands on her hips looking a little annoyed. I looked at her face, then my eyes went to her breasts and my mouth fell open.

"What Mr. Belman. What is the problem?" She asked.

"You have, chalk, on your nipples," I said before I could stop myself.

She cupped and lifted both of her breasts so she could see better and then right there in front of me ran her thumbs over her nipples to clean them off. Of course this also made them hard and had me looking up at the ceiling again.

"Are you still having trouble adjusting to the female nudity here at BSC?" She asked in a doubtful tone of voice.

"N-no Ma'am I've pretty much gotten used to it."

"I see, so it's only me you have a problem with?" She asked sounding a little hurt.

"No ma'am I don't have a problem with you."

"Then look at me." She said plainly.

I forced myself to look at her again but it was obvious to both of us that I was uncomfortable.

"I know I'm not a 20 year old coed but I can't be all that hard to look at."

"It's not that Professor you, just, remind me of someone that's all." I said hoping this whole confrontation would just go away.

"Oh, and who would that be?" She asked in a lighter tone.

"My Aunt." I said sheepishly.

"I see, so how long have you been sexually attracted to your Aunt?"

"What!" I asked looking at her shocked.

"It's perfectly natural but I think it's something I need to help you get over."

"Really, it's OK Professor Williams, I'll be fine."

"That all depends on the root of this problem young man. How are your relationships with women?"

"Fine I suppose. I've had girlfriends and female friends."

"Good, how about since coming to BSC?"

"It's taken a little adjusting but I've made friends and I've been dating here and there." I admitted in hopes of not sounding like a complete freak.

"And when did you see your Aunt naked?"

"When I was a kid," I said shocked at suddenly remembering the incident.

"Tell me about it." The Professor said sitting on the edge of her desk spreading, her legs and rubbing her pussy.

"What, are you doing?" I asked shocked.

"Obviously I'm masturbating. Now tell me about the time you saw your Aunt naked."

"I-I was about ten maybe. I was playing with my friends and had to pee. I was having so much fun though that I didn't want to stop playing. Eventually I had to go so bad that I had no choice. I ran inside and burst into the bathroom. What I forgot was that my Aunt was staying with us for some reason, I don't remember why. She must have been about to take a shower though because when I came into the bathroom she was standing there stark naked."

"Was her back to you?" Professor Williams asked while massaging her left breast.

"No she was facing me." I said my eyes roaming over Professor Williams body.

"And how did she react to your seeing her nudity?"

"We just sort of stared at each other until I said that I really had to pee. She laughed and told me to go right a head."

Professor Williams spread her legs a little more and then slipped two fingers inside herself and asked, "So she stood there and watched you pee?"

"No, well, what she did was turn on the shower and when the water was right she got in. She did peek out at me a few seconds later but all I saw was her face."

"She," Professor Williams said and then moaned before asking, "saw your penis though didn't she?"

"Yeah," I said hypnotized by what my naked Professor was doing.

"Did she say or do anything?" The Professor asked while leaning back on the desk a little and fingering her pussy with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other.

"Um, she ah, smiled and winked at me. Then she closed the shower curtain and I left when I was finished."

"Oh, one minute, Mr. Belman, I'm," Professor Williams couldn't seem to speak anymore.

She closed her eyes and laid back on her desktop. Her legs, bent slightly at the knee, lifted up off the ground and spread wider hovering in the air. She pressed her hand tightly against her pussy and shook it roughly making her tits jiggle. When she came she arched her back beautifully and closed her legs around her hand. Her body stiffened for a few moments and then sagged back on the desktop. I just stood there watching her unable to look away.

Eventually she caught her breath, sat back up and took her hand out from between her legs. Then she looked at me almost shyly and sucked on the fingers that had been inside her.

"I can't resist tasting my own orgasm. Anyway, it's obvious that your sexual attraction to her stems from the fact that not only was she the first woman you saw naked, but, the first woman who saw your penis and had a positive reaction to it."

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense but why did you..."

"Finger myself to orgasm in front of you?" The Professor asked.

"Uh, yeah."

"To separate myself from your Aunt in your mind. I must have, at some point, done something that unconsciously reminded you of that incident with your Aunt. I guessed that it was more my age and nudity that reminded you of her rather then an actual resemblance. So I did something that your Aunt wouldn't have done in order to clearly set the two of us apart in your mind. That coupled with the intimacy of watching me masturbate should make looking at me merely naked no longer a problem. "

"Wow," I said stunned at the way her mind works.

"So you can look at me now?" Professor Williams asked standing up so that I could easily see her from head to toe..

"Yes, no problem," I said purposely letting my eye wander all over her naked body.

"What if I were to do this?" Professor Williams asked sitting on the edge of the desk. The she lifted up her feet up, putting them on the desk, spreading herself for me to see.

I looked her up and down, smiling and said, "No problem at all."

"And what if I were to do this?" The professor asked standing up, turning around, spreading her feet and bending over the desk.

All I could do was let out a little grunt of approval at seeing her in that position.

"Mr. Belman?" She asked looking at me over her shoulder.

"Huh? Oh sorry that's just one of my favorite views of, the female anatomy," I said looking at her face.

She chuckled as she got up and said, "I think we can pronounce you cured Mr. Belman. Men, and most women for that matter, rarely acknowledge the power and effect a naked female can have on a male."

"I guess so..."

"Well, if you'll excuse me I'm going to take a quick shower before my next class. I trust you'll be paying attention from now on?"

"Yes Ma'am," I said with an embarrassed smile.

"Good because there's a test coming up and you'll want to be well prepared for it."

"I will be Professor I promise."

"Oh and one more thing Mr. Belman. Don't feel the least bit guilty if you find yourself masturbating to the memory of this meeting. It's perfectly natural."

"Um, yes Ma'am." I said as I watched her walk out of the class room.

Geez, they warned me about the psychology professors here at BSC but I thought it was because the school work was hard.