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Professor Vic

By: gdavis



Note to readers: the main character in this piece, Katie, is the same character from my Sorority Life story. But there is no need to read that story to enjoy this one, it is a completely different plotline.

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Monday April 15th

The other day Charlene was talking about how bad she wanted to fuck her history of religion teaching assistant, "He could tutor me all night." 

"And all day," added Erin

"And all next week," finished Charlene. Erin loves talking about fooling around with her professors, but she's never done it. Maybe it's because too many of them hit on her. I know from experience that it can be creepy. Some fifty-year-old balding egomaniac making a pass at you. One professor even offered to take me out to dinner, to discuss the class of course.

But whenever we joke about it, it manages to linger in my mind. Usually as some generic fantasy. An impossibly hot professor bending me over his desk, fucking me while giving me a pop quiz, spanking me if I get the wrong answers. Well, a generic fantasy until recently. Now that generic lover has an actual name to add to an actual dream body. Professor Jacobs, Victor Jacobs, just the name starts to make me wet.

Vic, as Erin and I like to refer to him, is in his first year as a professor. Erin took his course the previous semester. She used to come home and tell me how just listening to his lecture made her wet. That she had to fight the urge to satisfy herself in the middle of class. With that kind of endorsement how could I not take a peek for myself?

Vic certainly proved that he deserved all the hype. I've been so enthralled by his lectures that I easily aced the first midterm. All my professors should be this hot; I'd have a perfect GPA. Not surprisingly, his history of Rome class seems to be filled with an unusually high amount of women. I think everybody has a thing for him, how could you not? He's young, amazingly intelligent, and handsome, I mean gorgeous. A chiseled face, light brown hair, light green eyes, and a bright smile, which never fails to emerge, even from the intensity of his usually serious, deep thinker expression. He appears, under his buttoned down shirts, to have a decent body, tall with broad shoulders, and best of all big strong hands. Hands with only one imperfection, the wedding ring that adorns one of his fingers.

There is a rumor going around that he wears it to try and avoid attracting any unwanted attention. Like that would stop any of the horny women that eye him each day. A female professor, whom Erin is helping with a project, confirmed that he is actually married. The professor claims that she is just some plain looking young doctor. Erin thinks she wants to fuck him as well.

But unlike the rest who only talk and dream, I'm going have him for real, wife or no wife. Just thinking about his firm hands all over my body makes me want to...

Tuesday April 16th

I told Erin today about my plan, she doesn't think I have the guts to go through with it. Little does she know. I made sure he noticed me today. From the moment I walked into class, my ass swaying in a catholic schoolgirl skirt short enough to make even a priest run to confession. Strutting over to an empty seat in my platform shoes, I could feel the lust coming from every set of male eyes upon me, on my tanned and well-toned legs. I loved every second of it. 

To make sure I didn't look like a total skank, I wore a concealing baggy sweatshirt around campus. It also gave me an opportunity to give the good professor another surprise during the middle of his lecture. He even stumbled over a couple of his sentences when about half way through lecture I removed my sweatshirt to reveal a skintight, low cut, white tank top underneath. My ever-trustworthy favorite black bra pushed my perky round breast up and almost out of the straining top. Seeing his face blush as he caught sight of me two rows back was priceless. Flustered he immediately looked down at his note cards, blankly staring at them as it took him a couple of seconds to regroup. Composed, he continued on with his lecture, but each time he stole a glance at me he would pause for an instant, slowly drawing out the word on his lips. I could hear the girls behind me muttering each time; my effect was so obvious

I didn't make it easy for him. While taking notes I made sure to lean as far over as possible, giving him the best angle at which to view my breast swelling out of their confinement. He couldn't look away for too long, I knew he was trying, but his eyes just wouldn't obey. And each time I caught him, I returned an unwavering gaze, asking a question he couldn't answer aloud. As the lecture progressed I started giving him a small, knowing smile each time our eyes met, which only made his face flush a deeper crimson. Then, towards the end of class, I started to boldly adjust my bra strap for no reason at all other than to draw more attention to my already prominently featured breasts. He was hooked.

He visibly rushed through the last part of lecture, ending five minutes earlier than normal. I took my time packing up my stuff, ignoring the leering eyes of the guys leaving class. 

There is always a handful of girls, and one guy, who stay around after class to pester Professor Jacobs. The group is usually made up of the mousy plain looking types, who probably want Vic even more than I do. The problem for them being that not even on their best day could they pull of an outfit like the one I was wearing. So when I approached the professor they each gave me a jealous defensive sneer, but fell silent as Vic turned my way, calmly waiting to address my question. This show of coolness, whether it was just a front or for real, turned me on even more.

"Professor Jacobs," I started in a business like voice, I didn't want him to think I was just some bimbo, despite what I was wearing, "are you going to be in your office tomorrow? I was wondering if you could go over my paper outline," I could see the envy dripping from the faces of each of the other girls.

"After my one o'clock lecture tomorrow I should be in, although I'd advise you to wear something a little bit warmer, I keep my office pretty chilly," he condescendingly replied to me causing his fans to snicker.

Unfazed I answered back as I leaned over to write on a piece of scratch paper giving the professor an even better look at my assets, " Don't worry about me I stay warm pretty easily. What's the room number."

"1242," he answered back failing to add another snide remark.

"I'll see you tomorrow then," I flirtatiously added as I walked away.

Wednesday April 17th

Appearing to follow his advice I showed up the next day in his office with a pair of form fitting jeans and another baggy sweatshirt. From the way he looked at the sweatshirt I knew he was wondering what was underneath. And I was wondering what was underneath that bookish exterior. I had teased up my nipples before entering, but as I sat down calculating how I was going to get him out of those pants, I realized that I shouldn't have bothered warming myself up.

He quickly asked what problems I was having with the paper, skipping any small talk, almost rudely acting as if I were wasting his time. None of it bothered me. I had expected him to try and act this way, again adding a little spice to the situation, I'm not use to guys playing hard to get.

I handed him the beginning of my outline, and as he scanned it I took off my sweatshirt. The pale green shirt underneath was pasted on to my body. With no bra on, the outline of my perky round breasts were more than prominent, and still excited from my earlier preparation my nipples shot out at the professor. If he had ignored me in that shirt, I'd have been convinced that he was gay. I'd have made a blind man drool in that outfit.

Of course he was no different, when he looked up to make a comment I noticed his eyes simply freeze upon my chest. He remained frozen for a second before composing himself and glancing up at my face. I let him know I saw his stare, and that he was free to do more if he pleased, with an inviting smile.

Forgetting what ever unimportant comment he was about to make he paused for a moment to regroup, then looking confused and flustered he returned his gaze to my outline before him.

"Is there something wrong with the outline, Professor," I innocently asked.

"Umm.. No it's just fine," he staggered out, "Are you cold in here? I know I tend to keep it a little too chilly for most people," he added refusing to look up at me.

"No, I'm fine," I casually answered, "in fact I was getting a little warm."

"That's good," he mindlessly answered back, "everything with the outline looks alright to me, you can email me the rest when you're done," he attempted to hurry me out the door.

"Really, I'm not sure about the second part," I refused to let him off so easily. So I stepped behind his desk and leaned over to point out the section on the sheet of paper, basically throwing my tits into his face. I hovered over him repressing a smile as I sensed him squirm beneath me.

"This part right here. I'm not sure if you wanted us to incorporate Hannibal's mistake during the second Punic War...are you wearing any cologne, Professor?" I broke off from my pointless inquiry to flirt a little more, not that pressing my boobs into his face wasn't enough. From the uncomfortable gasps of air he emitted I could tell my charms were working.

"Well, yes I'm wearing a little. I wouldn't worry about Hannibal when discussing the Persians..." he attempted to skip my sidebar, but I interrupted him before he could.

"What is it? You smell incredible," I complimented turning my head towards him as if to take a sniff.

"My wife picked it out," he bluntly stated.

"I like her taste;" I answered placing my hand on his thigh to stabilize myself as I stood up. I felt him tense upon my touch. I sat on the edge of his desk in front of him; "You seem a little tense, Professor. You need to relax a little. I can give you a massage if you'd like," I made my move with a smile to back it up.

"I don't think that would be appropriate," he quickly replied.

"Don't worry Professor nobody would know about it. And I give very good massages," I let the last words roll out of my mouth.

"I don't think my wife would buy that reasoning."

"She's not here, Professor, no one would know," I repeated enhancing my words by lightly passing my fingertips across my chest causing him to once again gaze upon my erect nipples.

"Katie...".

"Professor, I've seen the way you looked at me in class. Don't act like you don't want me.".

"I'm sorry if I ever...".

"Don't apologize, Professor. I love the way you look at me in class. Like you're looking at my tits right now. It makes me wet. Do you want to feel how wet it makes me?".

"I think you should leave," he said while the growing bulge in his pants said otherwise.

"I know part of you wants me to stay," I joked ignoring his verbal refusals, slipping my foot out of its shoe and pressing it against his crotch. I could see his concealed erection jump as my foot made contact.. "I can do things your wife won't do, Professor."

He immediately moved back in his chair and pushed my foot off of his crotch, "This has gone far enough, Katie." He stood up and moved away from the desk his stiff cock tenting his pants.

"If that's how you want it, I'll leave," I stepped towards him maintaining full eye contact as I squeezed by him rubbing against his stiff erection. "But remember that anytime you want to take me up on my offer I'm yours. And I'm willing to do anything, I mean anything for you," I whispered the last words into his ear before I lightly pecked his cheek. He stood there like a statue as I turned from him and walked out the door. 

I felt exhilarated as I walked down the hall almost breaking into a skip. I was almost relieved that he passed on my offer, I was having so much fun hunting my prey.

Thursday April 18th

Today in lecture I reminded Vic of my offer. I didn't wear anything special just my velour-jogging suit. Not to say it wasn't still sexy. The pants are cut low around the hips, exposing my slender lower abdomen and the gentle curve of my lower back, giving my ass a Jennifer Lopez like roundness. It was obvious that Vic was trying to avoid even glancing at me. He came in late and went straight to his podium keeping his eyes glued to the back wall as he lectured.

I refused to allow him to get off so easily. I knew that I was on his mind, even if he wasn't actually looking, so I pulled from my backpack a bright red cherry lollipop. I made sure to open the wrapper as loudly as possible drawing his attention towards me. Once I locked eyes with him I slowly slid it into my mouth, staring at him as I sucked the little red ball. His eyes opened wide for a brief second before he quickly looked away.

But he couldn't keep his eyes off of me for too long, and each time they were greeted with the sight of my moist red lips massaging the hard candy. Whenever I would catch his glance I would lewdly wrap my tongue around the red ball, licking in a circular motion like I wanted to lick the swollen head of his bulging cock. Just mimicking the sexual act made me hot, I seriously began debating whether slipping a hidden finger into my pants was too much. It would have felt so good to finger myself while he stuttered and stumbled through his lecture. But as a service to the education of the other students in the class, I was able to control myself. 

Vic seemed to be fighting some demons of his own judging from the way he was fidgeting in front of the class. He usually paces back in forth while pontificating the virtues of the Roman Republic, but today, the way he was glued to the podium, he seemed to be reliving an adolescent nightmare, convincing me that he was probably wishing he could sneak a hand down below to relieve some tension as well. I was ready to help him if he needed any help.

Friday April 19th

I knew today was my last day to achieve my aims before he had office hours again next Wednesday, way too long to go with only my vibrator to calm my desires. I strolled into the open doorway of his office around two, disappointed to see one of his plain looking disciples, Kara, the annoying one with her hand perpetually up during lecture, pestering him. I thought about trying to come back later, but I was too eager to see Vic's reaction to my presence.

Giving him yet another look I wore a demure black skirt and a business like striped white blouse, unbuttoned at the top of course. I also wore my black rimmed reading glasses in place of my usual contacts, and kept my flowing blonde hair pinned on the top of my head. He still blushed slightly when I entered.

He explained that they were just discussing the paper and asked if I cared to join in. Kara looked a little offended, she probably treasured anytime she got alone with Vic. Little did she know that he was actually just trying to avoid spend time alone with me.

Kara isn't ugly, just plain. Pudgy body, mistreated hair, frumpy clothes, everything that enables you to walk past her without even noticing her existence.

"I think if Caesar had been able to convince Cato to support him, Caesar would never have been to stay in power," began Kara.

"You're going to base your paper on a 'what if?" I immediately jumped in challenging her position, more out of spite than out of concern for the subject. From the flush of her face I could tell my question was not something she was prepared for.

"Now Katie, don't prejudge Kara's paper," intervened Vic.

"It's not a 'what if'. That's a key failure by Caesar. If he had succeeded in winning over Cato his future political problems would have been avoided," she defensively argued back.

"A key failure? There are a ton of similar moments which can be construed the same way," I calmly explained.

"You have no..." began Kara before Vic interrupted us.

"It sounds like both of you have strong ideas, I'm sure both you're papers will turn out very interesting," he immediately ended the argument for both of us, "How about we address any issues other than content that you guys have."

"I don't have any other questions, Professor. I'll see you in lecture," pouted Kara as she hastily gathered her things and left the office.

"See you then, have a good weekend," Vic blandly said his goodbyes standing up as he did so, "I assume you don't have any questions either," he addressed me as he walked around the desk to show me the door as well.

"Are you kicking me out, Professor? That's a bit rude, I do have some other questions for you," I answered walking to the door with him.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut office hours short, I have another meeting to attend."

"Really, you have time for her and not for me?".

"It sounds like you've mastered the material pretty well already."

"Well your lectures really stimulate me." I flirtatiously responded reaching around him to close the door as we stood paces from it facing each other, our bodies only inches away.

"I guess your lollipop would agree."

"You noticed," I innocently asked.

"Don't play innocent."

"You're right. I just wanted to give you a preview."

"A preview of what?" from the look in his eyes I could tell he realized he slipped up.

"Of what I'm about to do right now," I again reached around him for the door and locked it. He tried to turn around, but I quickly pressed him up against the door.

"You know we can't do this, Katie," he nervously stammered out as I reached down and deftly unbuckled his belt wasting no time before I had his pants unbuttoned as well.

"I know you've been thinking about me, Professor. I can see it in your eyes every time you glance at me," I reached down and stroked his engorging cock through the material of slacks, "I can tell by the hardness in your pants right now."

"Don't do this," he pleaded unconvincingly as I lowered myself onto my knees in front of his quivering bulge.

"Just relax, Professor, I'll take good care of you," I looked up at him before sliding his pants off of his hips. He offered no resistance as I did so. There was already a small wet spot on his striped white boxers where the head of his cock strained against the material. I kissed his cock through the cloth causing him to audibly sigh.

I knew he was dying to have some relief, so I tugged down his boxers freeing his long beautiful cock, which pointed straight out at me. It was thick, just the way I like it, the veins pulsing with the rush of blood.. Grasping on to it with my right hand I slid my warm mouth around it causing him to breathe in deeply.

"Umm, you taste good, Professor, just like I imagined," I removed my lips long enough to let out. He ignored my comments impatiently applying pressure to back of my head telling me to continue.

I obliged his request sliding his cock further into my mouth. I could feel it pulse as I pressed my lips around it. Drawing it out I slowly slid my tongue along the underside causing him to gasp. I gave it a second of the cool air before capturing the swollen head again, this time swirling my tongue around it, teasing the edges with the tip. There was no doubt he was mine as he slouched against the door; each new movement of my mouth caused his breath to shorten.

Determined to show him what married life deprived him of, I moved from his rigid cock to his slackened scrotum. As I gently pumped his cock with my right hand I engulfed one of his balls with my greedy mouth sucking it in hard. Showing none of the delicacy I exhibited with his cock I roughly pressed my tongue against the soft skin. Treating the other as I had treated the first, I began stroking his cock causing him to emit a deep groan. Not wanting to send him over the top I relented removing my moist lips from his now wet testes.


Professor Vic Ch. 02



May 5th

Vic's cock felt so good sliding inside of me. Little by little he teased it in, allowing my tight pussy to stretch around its impressive girth. His dick always makes my pussy feel so full. Nothing gives me more pleasure than the feel of his cock rubbing against the walls of my vagina. 

Exposing his sadistic streak he spent at least a minute rubbing his swollen penis head against the outside of my slit, smiling the entire time as I bucked my hips up in an effort to swallow his hard cock with my moist pussy. He even had the audacity to smile as I pleaded with both words and movements to bury his thick cock inside of me. But once he granted that wish, the pent up energy of all that waiting was so electric, so powerful that it sent shivers up my spine. I could only enjoy the games he played upon my body. 

He hooked his arm behind my right knee and bent it back towards my chest, enjoying the flexibility that seven years of cheerleading had brought. With my right leg in the air, he took a moment to kiss the back of my lower leg before pushing his cock all the way up and to the hilt causing my back to arch in pure bliss. My full breasts jutted out, the turgid dark rose buds pointing towards my lover's firm chest. I threw my hands back behind my head as I closed my eyes and allowed his strong hands and penetrating member to master me, to seize control of my body with each pump of his steady hips. His powerful rod just drilled through my wet pussy. The friction between his rock hard cock and my snug channel caused sparks to fly in my brain and a deep moan to shoot out of my mouth.

"You like that don't you," Vic urged me on increasing the pace of his thundering thrusts. The iron frame of my bed grew louder as his body rammed into me, slapping violently against my soft flesh. I grabbed hold of his straining left arm. His triceps bulging under the effort of his labor. I grasped the unyielding muscle anchoring myself against his steady attack, every ounce of his strength focused on delivering pleasure to my open sex. I could feel my orgasm building up just as I could feel his sweat drip onto my chest, and sense the impending explosion growing inside of him.

"Look at me," I commanded bringing his gaze upon my own. I locked my eyes on his light green gems, telling him in my favorite way how much I wanted, how much I savored, how much I needed his thick cock inside of me. And he answered back with a brilliant intensity of how much pleasure I offered him. As always the potency of his emerald stare proved too much for my body, rocketing my mind into the atmosphere with an all engulfing orgasm. A deep moaned rolled out of my body and caressed his ears. My convulsing inner walls squeezed his cock and triggered his own release, his warm cum flooding my snug sex. His eyes maintained contact with my own as his face contorted under the ecstasy of the moment, both our bodies alive with pleasure.

The last spasm of his cock complete, he relaxed his sweaty body against my own. I felt his heavy breath on my collarbone as I rubbed his taut back. In stark contrast to the violence of or union he gently eased his flaccid member out of my dripping pussy and rolled over on to his back. I adjusted my position so I could nestle against his chest, my fingers twirling strands of his coarse underarm hair, my mind comforted by the masculine smell rising from his body. 

Three weeks had passed since I first opened my apartment door for him. The affair, which started as a fantasy enacted, had evolved into something more, at least for me, no matter how hard I tried to fight it. I had no idea where his mind was at that moment coming down from the bliss of a few minutes ago, probably still focused on that physical pleasure. And even though I had way too much pride to be that naive young girl who asks the naked man lying next to them, "what are you thinking?", I couldn't help but desire the answer. But for the moment I allowed myself to be satisfied with the caressing hand soothing my back with steady strokes. The same hand, which was absent the wedding ring that, caused my anxiety.

It's insane, I know. My professor, a married man. The risks involved in him just knocking on my front door were overwhelming. His professional career, his marriage, he had everything ahead of him. A big bright future, love and professional respect. 

Yet he was risking it all for me. How could that not be a turn on? How could I not lay my body next to his and feel that it was more than a fantasy fulfilled. How could I believe that when he kisses me gently on the lips to say, "I'll see you tonight", that it was just another act in a relationship which amounted to nothing more than a fling, nothing different than a hundred other cases of students and their teachers. Everything I knew, everything I had experienced in my life told me I was descending into a lie, but that voice remained. That tiny voice, which kept the hope that my delusion could be my reality alive.

"I'm going to get a glass of water, did you want anything?" asked Vic as he detached from my clutches and slid on his pants. I gazed up on him, a satisfied smile on my face and shook my head, rolling onto the warm depression he left in the bed. I buried my face in the light blue sheets and breathed in his musky scent, which remained as he quietly walked out my bedroom door.

I must have dozed off for a bit because my next conscious memory was of Vic kissing me on the cheek. I purred my delight at his touch, but still attempted to recapture my slumber. But Vic wasn't interested in sleep. I could tell the moment he eased on to half of my naked body, his cock, stiff as a pole, pressing against my backside. He kissed me again, this time on the side of my neck, a long sucking kiss, as his hands ran eagerly over my back. Drowsily I began to roll over to my front, but his powerful hands stopped me, pinning me face forward against the bed.

"I want you just like that," he whispered in my ear as he nibbled on my tender earlobe.

"What," was all I could dreamily say as I felt his body slink down on top of me, his thick cock sliding along the crease of my cheeks.

"Right from behind," he ordered lifting my light waist up.

"What are you doing?" I lightheartedly replied, as I obliged his request positioning my ass in the air, my head still buried in the sheets.

"I think you know what I'm doing," he answered with a hint of mischief.

I reached back and took hold of his cock, wrapping my fingers around its thickness, "Mmmm... and I like where its heading,". I guided his cock down towards the apex of my thighs.

"Not there," he answered removing my hand from his dick, rubbing my left cheek with his hand.

"Then where?" I feigned innocence, knowing perfectly well where he intended to enter me, the expectation making me wet.

"Somewhere a little bit different," he slyly replied sneaking a finger between my split butt cheeks and finding the rim of my asshole causing me to jump with the surprising touch of that delicate spot.

"Not there," I continued my innocent southern belle charade, my body betraying my mind's true intention as it shivered with excitement. For some reason I hadn't expected Vic to propose this position, or at least not in such a spontaneous way. I expected him to introduce, discuss, and convince, like he was presenting an idea in class, not pin me down on to the bed and command me to do whatever he says, whatever he wants. 

But I was glad I had been wrong. When he is with me he's not my professor. And I am not his student. Degrees don't matter when you're naked, just desire, and at this moment we both desired the feel of his cock penetrating me from behind. With an experienced partner anal sex is the absolute best, and I knew Vic was that partner. So I spread wide for him as he wet a finger with his own saliva and probed the opening of my puckered hole.

"Yes there," Vic replied leaning over me to whisper in my ear, his thick member pressing against my ass with an ominous heaviness. He was really going to stretch me out. 

"It's going to feel so good," is all I could think as I kept my head down preparing for a great fuck down, for the pleasure along with a little bit of pain.

"Look what I found in your drawer," playfully announced Vic as he showed me the thick black dildo that I kept in my nightstand. I might have been a little embarrassed any other time, but in my position he could have pulled out anything short of a wooden leg and it would have only fed my desire.

"I have no idea how that got in my room," I continued my fair maiden role.

"Sure," Vic laughed as he rubbed it along my ass cheeks. "It's pretty impressive. I wonder if I could fit it all in,".

"Why don't you try it, maybe on yourself?" I challenged him sarcastically.

"Another night maybe, tonight I think it has your name written all over it,".

"I think something else has my name written all over it," I eagerly asked growing impatient with his games.

"Patience," he replied as he snuck one finger inside my pussy, and probed the outside of my asshole with the rubber cock. He continued to play with me, dropping the dildo and slowly inserting a wet finger, penetrating both orifices with his digits. He was so skillful with his fingers that in no time he had me completely relaxed, in fact with his finger alone he had me building an orgasm.

"I think you're ready for something more," he said as he took his right hand away from my anus and grabbed a tube of lubricant he had waiting on the bed. He took both hands off of me as he slicked the dildo and my relaxed hole with a healthy dose.

I was prepared for the first shock of pain as he eased the rubber cock into my asshole, relaxed or not. But at the same time he rubbed my clit, masking the slight pain with an equal amount of pleasure. He squeezed the head in with an assertive push shocking my body again as I let out a small groan.

I could sense him hesitate as he heard the discomfort in my voice, but I urged him on, "Don't stop, don't stop keep going,". So he inched it in a little more stretching the tight hole around it. He brought it back a little bit then pushed it in some more, the pain melting away with each second it invaded my body. He kept it up, slowly increasing the pace. The exquisite sensation rampaging through my spine.

"Don't make me wait any longer! Fuck me" I gasped out.

"You wanna feel me all the way inside of you? taunted Vic as he slid the toy deeper into my ass.

"Yes, Oh yes," I moaned out.

"Well here you go sweetheart," he said as he removed the dildo and replaced it quickly with his pulsating cock.. The feel of his live flesh squeezed through my tight hole unimaginably greater than the cold feel of dead rubber.

Vic audibly groaned after shoving himself in. "That feels so incredible," he breathed out slowly.

But I was already primed and ready to go, I had no intention of allowing him to grow accustomed to the feel. I wanted to get off, and I wanted him to give it to me now. I rubbed my ass into his crotch, his cock slithering all the way into me, or at least as far as I could take it. I let out a long moan to accompany his penetrating member.

I felt him cautiously begin to draw it out, so I let him know what I wanted, "Harder, Vic, Harder,". He didn't respond in words, but with a brutish pump of his hips. A move which took all the air out of my moan. 

"Like that?" he asked with a fierce assault of my rear.

"Like that," I let a guttural groan roll out. 

He grasped my hips as he drove into my body, pushing me down into the soft bed. I used a pillow to muffle the moans escaping my mouth, but he paused to reach down and throw it across the room, "I want to hear how good it feels,".

And he did along with everyone else in the building as well. I grunted stroke for stroke, my body rippling with the power of his muscular frame ramming into me. When an orgasm like no other orgasm before it tore through my body I shrieked out his name without an ounce of restraint. He followed close behind me his explosion coming with a noise like a punch to the gut. We both collapsed in our mutual bliss, his still spurting cock spreading warm cum all over my ass. 

Once recovered, we took a slow warm shower together, his hands gently caressing away the excess of our pleasure. The fact that he could transition so seamlessly from animalistic desire to the romance of a light touch and a tender kiss was just another reason why he had my head swimming every moment of the day.

May 6th

I could tell from the smile on my roommate's face the next morning, that I had indeed serenaded the building the night before.

"Good morning, Katie. Sleep well last night?" Erin sarcastically began.

"Jealous?". I responded back.

"You better believe it. Next time send him over to my room after your done with him. God knows I could use a little of what you were getting last night. The two of you were really going at it"

"You can't even imagine,"

"I think I could come up with a pretty good picture,"

"He was amazing last night. Everything he did...I mean he just...,".

"Rocked your world,"

"I know its corny, but its true. It was..."

"Perfect?".

"Exactly,"

"I believe you. Anyone that can make you scream like that must be doing something right,".

"I just can't believe how well he's able to just know what I want. He doesn‘t even have to ask he just knows it,"

"He fucked you in the ass last night, didn't he?".

"Erin!"

"Don't play cute with me you little freak. I know all about that secret."

"God it was great," I finally responded a wide grin appearing on my face. 

"Look at you, you're such a little ho,"

"Please, don't act all innocent, Ms. Double Stuff,"

"Oh no you didn't. You didn't just go there,"

"I did,"

"Well maybe next time you can jump in on the fun," Erin replied with a devilish grin.

"Maybe I will,"

"Really?". she called my bluff staring intently at me.

"Nice try, you almost got me there," I broke the momentary silence with a quick chuckle, as I diverted my eyes from hers.

"What makes your think I'm kidding?" she didn't let me off the hook so easily, her eyes remaining focused upon me.

"C'mon,"

"Vic seemed interested," Erin blurted out.

"What are you talking about?" I quickly switched from a timid innocence, to an alarmed defensive posture.

"Last night, your little boy toy seemed a little interested when I talked to him about it in the kitchen. Or intrigued as he would probably put it," she answered relishing the impact of her words on my face.

"When did you.." I asked in confusion.

"How do you think he found out about your little fetish? And let me guess he found something else in your room as well,"

"You didn't,"

"I did. Why are you acting all surprised? You're not getting serious about him are you?"

"No, but still,"

"If you're just fooling around with him, why not spice up the action a little bit?"

"But he's still my..."

"Wait a second. He's not yours anything. Or did you forget about the ring on his finger."

"That's a little unfair,"

"You know it wouldn't just be about him. Aren't you a little interested in being with," she didn't finish the sentence allowing me to do that mentally.

"What did he say about it?" I asked often a short pause, refusing to let her inaction with Vic go unexplained.

"Like I said he sounded interested," she calmly replied.

"C'mon tell me what happened, everything, the whole story,"

"Okay than I'll tell you the whole story," I could tell from the excitement in her voice and the smile on her face that she was waiting for the offered opportunity, "Last night when I heard your door open, I peeked out of mine and saw him walking to the kitchen with just his pants on. What a body. Anyways I was a little jealous I'll admit it. You know I wanted him first. So I thought it would be harmless to go out and maybe flirt with him a little bit, just for fun I wasn't trying to seduce him or anything,"

"Really, what were you wearing?" I asked skeptically.

"Nothing special, just your little workout shorts, you know the white ones with the writing on the butt, and a little pink tank top, nothing he hadn‘t seen me in before," just picturing her walking out there in that skimpy outfit made my blood boil.

"Like I said I wasn't trying to seduce him. I walked over to him in the kitchen. He turned around and said hi. I gave him a little smirk letting him know I heard everything you guys were doing in there. He tried some small talk, but it was pointless. I mean I could smell the sex on him. Why would I want to talk about my western civ class? I'll be honest and say I initiated a little contact,"

"What‘d you mean?"

"You know, I put my hand on his arm. I brushed my leg against his pants,"

"Erin! I thought you said you weren't trying to come onto him,"

"Don't worry, I was just flirting with him a little nothing major. Anyways, I notice him kind of flexing his chest and stomach, not like the idiots in the gym, but in a kind of subtle self-conscious way. So I kind of said something about how nice his body looked and I ran a hand across his chest,"

"Erin!"

"Don't freak out. It wasn't sexual, kind of like this," she said as rather spontaneously she ran her hand across my chest. Her touch caught me off guard, but I was way too focused on the story to even stop and consider her action, "But I noticed him growing a little uneasy. Actually I noticed the bulge growing in his slacks. So naturally I make a comment about it, I mean it was pretty obvious, you are one lucky girl. He's so cute, he actually turned all red and tried to hedge his way out, but I got in his way before he could escape. He said something like ‘I should probably go back to bed' and I said, just jokingly ‘maybe you should come to mine,"

"You said what?"

"I said it as a joke, relax. He kind of nervously laughed, but didn't say anything like he didn't know what to say so I thought I'd step it up a bit and said ‘and maybe you should bring Katie as well,' he really froze after I said that and gave me a look like he was trying to figure out if I was serious. To let him know I was serious I kind of patted his crotch and gave him a look, you know that look I give when I'm ready to fuck,"

"I can't believe you,"

"What?"

"You were trying to fuck him, don't try and pretend like you were just playing some game or any other phony excuse. You're just telling me this to cover yourself if he tells me. I can't believe you would betray me like this,"

"Calm down, Katie, Jesus. You're really losing your mind,"

"Shut up Erin, I've heard enough," and with those last angry words I turned around and stormed out of the kitchen and into my room. I was really upset, upset with Erin, upset with Vic, and upset with myself for falling into the situation. I knew Erin was right. I knew I shouldn't be so possessive about Vic, but its so hard not too. And even he is not my man, Erin had no right to act the way she did. I was furious 

Vic called a number of times that night, but I ignored all his calls, and I didn't even leave my room to eat dinner. I fell asleep burdened with too many conflicting emotions to really allow me to sleep. Instead I hovered between slumber and consciousness. Needless to say it was a horrible night.

May 7th

I talked to Vic today, of course not in class, we had both agreed to limit our contact on campus, but on the phone before lecture. He said he called the night before to see if I was free, but I hadn't answered. I was surprised by how little resentment I felt towards him, that calm steady voice really did have amazing powers over me. I lied and told him I was busy with an assignment. As a professor himself he understood, but I could hear the eagerness in his asking, "When can I see you?" I told him Friday, giving me two days to figure out my thoughts. He said his wife would be attending a conference in San Diego, so he would be free all weekend. I shivered slightly from the guilt the phrase, "My wife," provoked.




Professor Vic Ch. 02



May 8th

I've avoided my apartment as much as possible the last few days. The couple of times Erin and I have crossed paths, I barely acknowledged her. This morning she slipped a note under my door apologizing if she went to far. Nothing was particularly special about it except for the last line, "Although I still leave my proposition on the table, I know we'd have fun,". I already knew before I received the letter that I would forgive her, a realization that for the moment made me even angrier, but the last line of her letter really stuck with me. 

Of course my first reaction was still anger, but as I thought about it some more, it really began to grow on me. Erin and I had kissed a bunch of times, almost always when drunk, almost always to delight an audience. But I had enjoyed each kiss, and I could personally say that a couple of those times it was more than the alcohol or the thrill of an audience. Erin is beautiful and I have always thought about maybe experimenting. But it was hard to overcome the feeling that she was really just after Vic. Again, I tossed and turned all night.

May 10th

Where to begin? Yesterday I waited impatiently for Vic to come over to my apartment. Despite everything that had been going on I was excited because it almost felt like it was our first date. I know it sounds weird since we've been having sex for almost three weeks, but each of those times had strictly been for sex. 

This time he came over around seven with Chinese takeout, a bottle of wine and a couple of videos, since even if it was a date we still couldn't really leave the apartment.. But I was thrilled to actually eat a meal with him. I was pleased with how well we got along, he wasn't condescending at all, in fact it felt like we were on the same level. There was none of the expected when I was your age, or when I was in college, conversations I dreaded. We talked about traveling. He was a little more experienced, but I think he was impressed if not a little jealous by the amount of traveling I had already done. 

The conversation comfortably rolled on well past the time we were eating and I would have been satisfied just talking to him all night, well maybe most of the night, it had been two days since I had enjoyed the feel of him between my thighs, a fact my body was well aware of, but he suggested we start watching a movie.

In selecting the videos he had obviously chosen what he thought I would have liked. They were two romantic comedies, both of which I had already seen, neither of which I said I had. I chose the one with Kate Hudson over the one with Sandra Bullock, believing, and maybe hoping, that he preferred blondes over brunettes. He didn't seem to care either way.

We watched the movie, well we watched it for the most part, it was kind of hard for either of us to keep our hands off each other, but I insisted that we finish, even I wasn't that easy on a first date, and I was using all my skills of delusion and will power to try and make it one. 

Around eleven Erin came home. She sheepishly said hello to the both of us before grabbing something from the fridge and quickly heading to her room. But I called her back before she could enter. I don't know if it was the wine I had drank, the heat pulsating between my legs, or the fact that I really wanted to feel her soft skin all over me, but at that moment I wanted her on the couch right next to me, right next to the both of us. She hesitated and even Vic kind of looked at me confused.

"Come on Erin, you love this movie, watch it with us," I repeated my offer.

With a quizzical look on her face she said, "Sure" and cautiously as if she were walking through a dark alley in the middle of the night sat down hugging the other end of the couch.

"I thought you said you hadn't seen this movie?" Vic asked playfully.

"What can I say? I lied," I answered with a laugh.

"What else have you lied about?" 

"I guess I should let you know that I wasn't a virgin before you," I joked, causing even Erin to laugh.

"Erin do you want any of this wine?" I offered her my glass.

"Trying to get me drunk?" she answered back causing us all to laugh, but there was a look in her eye indicating she accepted the offer I was really giving her. Vic, totally in the dark about the tension between Erin and I, but no doubt aware, if not hoping, of the implications of my question, laughed a little too eagerly. Erin took the glass from my hand gently moving her hand over the back of mine as she grasped it. I had no doubts now, I wanted her as much as I wanted Vic.

We resumed watching the movie, Erin removed the black knit sweater she wore over her red top. I could see her nipples outlined against the tight cloth. She was wearing a respectable black skirt, her whole outfit designed to meet the requirements of her hostess job at an upscale restaurant; elegant, but sexy.

"I really love that top on you," I complimented Erin bringing Vic's eyes to her chest, her two perfectly round breast prominent in their tight confines.

"Thanks, I really like that top on you. Is that the one you bought last weekend?" Erin asked running her hand over the cloth of my shoulder. She shifted her body towards me as she did so.

"It is and I'm wearing the bra that I bought with it," I shamelessly said sitting up to reveal the strap. Vic remained quiet lifting his arm over me and on along the top of the couch allowing me to lean forward.

"The black one with the cute design," asked Erin leaning closer too me, the electricity in the room multiplying with each inch she came closer. I can't describe how excited I felt at that moment, like I was jumping out of an airplane and winning a million dollars all in the same second.

"No, the silk one," I answered.

"I don't remember that one,".

"Let me show you," I answered a full smile on my face in response to the one shining from hers. I pulled my top over my head revealing the new bra for Erin to appraise.

Erin didn't hesitate but rubbed her hand against the material restraining my left breast. With her touch I could feel my body simply ignite, I even let a slow breath out in response to her simple touch, "That feels so good," I seductively mouthed causing both of us to giggle slightly, relieving some of the tension.

I didn't bother to add another quick line, I just reached my head out and kissed her soft, luscious lips. It was awkward at first, neither of us sure of how to proceed, but we quickly adapted to each other, and steadily the kiss evolved to match the passion of the situation. Eyes closed her delicate tongue snuck out and slid into my mouth, our tongues intertwining. She leaned her body into me, her small hands grasping on to my sides.

I awoke from the moment and pulled my head slightly away and opened my eyes to find them staring into the rich darkness of hers.

"So, I'm forgiven," she asked with a sly smile.

"You're forgiven," I whispered back with words and then a strong wet kiss. While our mouths melded together I slid my hands under her top and brought it up stopping the kiss to lift it over her head and reveal her scintillating body. A body which may have made me jealous before, but which I now looked at through a lustful haze. Her enhanced chest sat up, the two mounds of round flesh straining against her red lace bra.

"I think we're forgetting someone," I said suddenly with a playful smile. We both looked at Vic's chiseled face almost made timid in front of the splendor before him. "Like what you see, Professor?" I asked causing him to blush.

"How could I not?" he answered in a voice trying to convey calm, but tinged with excitement.

"Then why don't you come closer and give us a kiss?" I invited, Erin bit her lower lips slightly in anticipation, pulling off that seductive innocence which made her look extremely sexy at that moment.

I placed a hand on his cheek and guided his lips towards mine, devouring them with a wet kiss. His tongue was just as desperate plunging into my mouth. Wanting to see how excited he was, I reached down and cupped his crotch feeling his rock hard cock twitch against the material of his pants. Evidently we had moved him.

Satisfied to be the first I broke our kiss and leaned my head back so Erin could lean forward, and before my approving eyes, lock lips with Vic. Erin flicked her tongue against his upper lip, before turning to me and attacking my lips in the same way. God, the taste of her lips made me so wet.

Vic, abandoning any timidness reached into Erin's bra and cupped her left breast, causing her to moan and switch back to his lips. I reached behind her back and expertly unhooked her bra, freeing her breast to expand in the open air. Her large nipples were like two hard candies, which I leaned down and licked causing her body to arch in pleasure. I sucked the tip of her left tit into my mouth rolling my tongue around the turgid bud. Vic's firm hand palmed the other breast pressing against the soft flesh. A sweet soft moan rolled out of Erin's lips as she tilted her head back, the sound of that lithe note drove me wild causing me to cup my own breasts as I sucked on hers. 

Vic attached his lips to her stretched, elegant neck. Erin's eyes fluttered as she looked down upon me and as he feasted on her lower neck, then ear, then lips again. I pressed my face into theirs, each of our tongues and lips wildly intertwining. Vic's masculine strength mingling perfectly with Erin's softness.

Vic lowered his head and gave me a strong sucking kiss on the neck. His hands rotated my body so I would have my back to him and my face towards Erin. As he kissed the back of my ear he whispered, "I think you're still wearing to many clothes," as he deftly undid the clasp of my bra. Erin smiled and pulled the black piece off my body.

"Much better," she answered Vic feeling my breasts with greedy hands. She knew just the way to toy with my nipples to cause shivers to run down my spine. Vic added to my bliss by kissing the back of my neck, the two of them sandwiching me with carnal delights.

"But you're still wearing many clothes," added Erin mischievously as she eyed my black pants. With surprising strength she hooked her hands on the top of my bottom, both pants and panties, and pulled them off of my body lifting me up into the air. "Now that's even better," she cooed as she ran her hands up the outside of my thighs. I spread my legs open to allow her between, the scent from my sex wafting up calling out my readiness. 

She positioned her body between my legs her breasts pressing against my own as she tasted my lips with an eager tongue. Vic traced kisses along my neck before nibbling at my ear. I couldn't tell which pair of lips brought me more pleasure.

Erin, feeling my naked sex grind against her, snuck a finger down to tickle my scorching hot pussy. With only the skill a woman's touch could provide, she probed a finger inside causing me to release a muffled moan through her lips. Vic held me firm as she continued to explore the honey between my thighs, her tongue synchronized with her finger, sliding in and out with each heartbeat.

After a couple a minutes, despite my own rapture, I noticed the absence of Vic's kisses. Not wanting to leave anyone out of the fun I eased Erin's body off of me. I pulled up her hand and sucked the finger swathed in my own passion. Erin's eyes locked onto my mouth as I drew her digit out.

I then turned around and gave Vic a quick peck before lowering myself off the couch and on to my knees in front of him. Erin quickly filled my spot next to Vic running her hands across his chest as her tongue mingled with his. I felt Vic's cock throbbing through the material of his slacks. His hips bucked up slightly with my touch.

While Erin unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his sculpted chest, I undid his belt and then his pants liberating his thick cock from its restrictive confines. As Erin toyed with his nipples, biting and sucking, I stroked his cock into full attention. Erin looked down and let out spontaneously, "Oh, Professor!" reaching down to grasp his stiff cock, "Now I now what I the noise was about," she added with a smile lustily kissing his lips.

I tugged his pants off his body leaving him in the attire he looked best in. Erin must have agreed because no sooner than I had his pants puddled on the floor, her lips were sliding his cock into her mouth. Seeing the one glaring anomaly in our trio I unzipped Erin's skirt and removed it from her body. 

My actions did nothing to distract Erin from the dick in her mouth. The look of both concentration and enjoyment, which radiated from her face, made me more than a little envious. Especially since she had Vic clenching his eyes shut and breathing deeply. So not needing an invite I joined in on the action, dipping my head down and enveloping Vic's balls in my mouth. Both of us sucking on Vic's sex like a couple of leeches.

As Erin began to use more tongue, swirling it around his swollen head I moved up and started kissing sections of his shaft, until reaching her tongue, we lapped at the head together.

The sensual texture of our feminine lips sparked another frenzied kiss, the two of us leaving Vic's cock to feast upon one another. Each kiss was another break in the barrier, a wall which had prevented us from enjoying the feel of one another for such a long time. I couldn't get enough of the way she tasted, the soft texture of her skin, the completely intoxicating smell of her neck, her hair, and the sweet smell of her sex, which I now probed with an eager finger.

Erin was the one who interrupted our romp as she caught Vic stroking his own cock, "Ohhh, poor baby. I guess we left him alone too long," she kidded him.

"And we wouldn't want to waste it," I added turning my attention back to him. Erin came off of the couch and kneeled before Vic. She gave his cock a long wet stroke in and out of her mouth.

"How would you like to have your cock between, these?" she asked looking down at her voluptuous breast.

"Almost as much as having it between your thighs," Vic answered confidently.

"Well, your going have to wait a bit for that," Erin teased with a smile positioning his cock between her breasts. Pushing them together she moved them up and down his cock.

"Baby, does that feel good?" I asked as I kissed his neck.

"That feels great," he answered staring down at his cock being massaged by Erin's tits.

"I'll make it feel even better," I told him dropping my head down to lick the head of his cock. Erin smiled at me so I gave her a slow wet kiss before returning to swirl my tongue around his straining member. Erin's tits smashed up against my face as I enveloped his head, cum leaking now out of the top.

As I felt Vic's orgasm approach, Erin stood up, "I have to feel him inside of me," she said with urgency.

I let go of his cock and allowed her to straddle his lap. Expertly she slipped down upon him. I watched as his cock easily slid inside of her, her pussy molding around him. Erin wasted no time, immediately grinding aggressively on his lap. Her body in motion was a thing to see. Her breasts steadily bouncing, his hands grasping on to her slim waist, I openly began to finger myself observing the scene before me, my man and my best friend fucking wildly on the couch.

I could tell from the way that Vic was restricting his movement and controlling his breathing that he was trying to stave off his explosion, but I wanted to see him let loose, I wanted to see him pump her full of his warm seed. I wanted to see the distorted look on his face when that moment arrives.

"Don't worry about her, let yourself go. I wanna see you come," I whispered into his ear.

With that encouragement he fulfilled my wish, bucking his hips violently up, driving his cock deep inside of Erin with a powerful stroke. Followed by another and another, and another until his body finally froze in ecstasy, his mouth wide open with a half groan, half moan escaping his mouth. Erin flung her head back as he filled her inside, but she didn't stop fucking him, she continued bouncing herself up and down until she could take it no more throwing her head back with the pleasure of her own orgasm.

I continued to finger myself as I observed both their bodies go slack. Vic leaned over towards me and gave me a lingering kiss. Erin lifted off of his lap allowing him to roll over on to me. But I wasn't looking to snuggle, I was still eager to get off as well, so I pressed Vic off of me so I could stand up. 

Erin was starting to put her underwear back on, but I stopped her, "What do you think you're doing, Sweetheart?' I asked as I embraced her naked body slick with sweat. She smiled in response receiving my kiss with a purr. "You still have a little something to do for me," I told her, leading her back to my room. Once inside I looked back at Vic to let him know that he better be following right behind. He gave a school boy smile, before following into my room.

Erin and I continued to touch and kiss, caressing here, grabbing there. I wasted no time removing Erin's red lace panties one more time. With a forceful nudge I pushed her back onto the bed, not even attempting to hide my desire. Vic walked on as I had her legs spread out before me and my head buried between her thighs. I tongued her wet and sloppy pussy, Vic's cum mingling with her own juices. My senses may have been blinded by my desire, but the wetness between her thighs just fueled my sex drive even more. Then there was the way her body moved while I licked between her slit. It was like I was making her dance to the rhythm of my tongue, each flick causing her body to rise and fall.

"That feels incredible," she sighed out, "How ‘bout you give me a little taste as well," she suggested, a suggestion I immediately accepted rotating my body around so my crotch was right over her face.

The first lick of her tongue against my pussy made me shiver, it felt so good. I took my mouth off her so I could breathe in deeply as she continued to dart in and out, licking and sucking my blazing hot pussy. She knew where I wanted it and how I wanted without even asking; the same way I was giving it to her. Tremors rushed through my body when her tongue discovered my clit. She paused after the initial contact, her warm breath hard enough to be felt against my sensitive sex. I bucked my hips up in want, she obliged wrapping her tongue around my clit.

But she paused again, "Sweetie, you better not stop," reminding me to keep my face buried in between her soft thighs. I resumed my treatment of her clit causing her to sigh once again. The pleasure rising from my lower body only encouraged me to work her swollen clit harder.

Vic must have enjoyed what he saw because not ten minutes since we entered the room I looked up and saw his thick cock stiff and in his hand. As much as I enjoyed the feel of Erin's warm mouth, it still could not compare to the tool in front of me. 

Much to my delight he got up from the chair in the corner of my room and walked over to the other side of the bed. Vic patted my ass and I quickly responded, scooting back towards the edge of the bed, with my rear in the air. Erin shifted under me to move out of the way, but I placed my hand firmly against her mound, making her stay.

She made no objections, in fact from the juicy sound I heard below me I think she helped Vic lubricate his cock with her saliva. Not that her needed any more moisture to entire me, my pussy was so wet I could feel drops dribble down my thigh. I felt Erin's hand guide his cock inside of me. Vic allowed it to just slip in; it slid so easily inside of me. I could hear the wet smacking sounds of Erin sucking and licking his balls as he slowly pumped his dick in and out of my eager sex. 

Erin had brought me too far to be satisfied with a gentle fuck, I wanted it hard, I wanted it now. I looked back at him flicking my long blonde hair out of my face so he could see the desire in my eyes. He saw and understood because in the next stroke he rammed his cock all the way inside of me. The next stroke was even less measured, and the next until his hips thrust savagely against me. 




Professor Vic Ch. 02



I abandoned even the slightest effort to hide my pleasure moaning loudly, leaving Erin's wet pussy to be tended by her own skilled hand, her sweet warm scent right below me. I closed my eyes and grunted as Vic plunged his cock into me, stroke after stroke of pure pleasure. It wasn't long before I felt my body lean over the cliff and the hot flush of a powerful orgasm wash over my body.

Vic slid his cock out of my body, and as I crumpled over to the side I began to gently rub my pussy as I enjoyed the subsiding effects of my release. I looked over to see Vic standing on the edge of the bed. Without hesitating Erin jumped into his arms and wrapped her toned legs around his waist. They landed with a thud right next to me causing the bed to squeak even louder than before. Neither was effected by the small bounce as, tongues lustily intertwining, Vic pinned her legs up above his shoulders and with a deft stroke speared his cock between her thighs. Erin's hips bucked up, her whole ass and lower back lifted of the bed as Vic's body pressed against her. She grabbed hold of the bars of the headboard behind her as Vic penetrated her slender body, the dainty muscles of her thin arms flexing as she held on.

I leisurely toyed with my pussy as I observed the sight of Vic's hips pumping furiously away. The iron sturdy iron frame of the bed sounded like it was on the brink of collapse, the only sound heard above Erin's deep moans. The sight and sound of the two of them quickly made my pussy yearn for another visit from Vic's cock.

Luckily for me Erin came again in a matter of minutes, Vic satisfying the both of us before succumbing to his own. After pausing for a moment to let Erin bask in the glow of her orgasm, he began to pump his hips again, but I stopped him pulling his sweat slick body towards me. 

Forcing him down onto his back I straddled him placing his firm hands on my breasts as I impaled myself on his cock. The initial feel reminding me that it always felt better than imagined. My pussy tightly hugged his thick member. Knowing he was moments away, I made sure his emerald eyes stayed steady on my own as I rode him to a powerful explosion, his face twisting as his seed shot into my accepting sex.

Afterwards the three of us just laid there leisurely enjoying the afterglow of such an explosion of pleasure. We rubbed and kissed, hands falling wherever they fell. Eventually I dozed off and when I awoke Erin was no longer in the room, and Vic was sleeping comfortably at my side. I wrapped my right arm across his chest and snuggled in close to him, his natural masculine scent comforting me back into a deep sleep.



Professor Vic



He undid the bun on top of my head allowing my rich lustrous hair to cascade down my shoulders. Then he dug his fingers into my flowing locks massaging my scalp with their tips. His strong fingers felt incredible against my skin. I again took his flushed cock into my mouth using my saliva to lubricate it as I slid down lower upon it. I began bobbing my head aided by his now guiding hand.

Knowing what every guy wants I fed his cock all the way to the back of my throat. His body jumped as the soft skin enveloped it. I expertly allowed it to sit there a couple of seconds before drawing it out only to plunge it back in developing a steady motion, in and out, causing him to suck in air with each bob of my head.

"That feels amazing," he groaned in approval totally lost in the pleasure I was giving him.

With my free hand I massaged his sac, rolling his testicles with my fingers as I continued to suck his warm cock. Just a minute of this full treatment brought him to his climax. I debated whether I should attempt to bring him back from the brink, but eager to taste his cum I thought better of it.

"I'm going to...I'm cumming," he breathlessly stammered out. I felt his balls constrict, but instead of allowing him immediate release I formed a ring with my left hand and gently tugged down on his scrotum. Holding him for a few seconds I took my right hand and crept a finger into his anus. The shock of the new sensation made him jump and I released hold of is sac allowing his body to go rigid with the paralyzing pleasures of a powerful orgasm. 

He exploded inside my mouth; I could feel shots of warm cum shoot against the top of my mouth. I love the taste of warm cum, salty, but sweet. After his initial bursts I applied pressure to his head sucking out his remaining juices. I swirled my tongue around his now ultra sensitive head causing him to moan as he gradually came out of the haze of his orgasmic bliss.

With his cock still resting in my mouth we heard a knock at the door. I could feel his body clench up. I wasn't about to let go of his cock, expecting him to ignore whoever was on the other side of the door.

The person tried the doorknob, but finding it locked knocked again, "Victor are you in there?". I looked up at him taking my mouth off of his retracting cock and shook my head. But I could tell from the panicked look on his face that he couldn't just dismiss whoever was behind the door.

"Just a second, Bob," he called out as he rushed towards his desk dressing as quickly as possible. "Could you let the professor in on your way out Katie?" he loudly proclaimed pleading with his eyes for me to play along.

I gave him a peeved look, which quickly melted into an obliging smile as I gathered up my things, "Sure, Professor. And you'll take a final look at my paper before its due?" I reassured him playing my role.

"Of course," he answered back smiling as I licked my lips both to make sure they were clean and to let him know how much I liked the snack.

I opened the door to find Professor Lewey, a middle aged man who always leered at me when I took his art history class. "Hi Professor Lewey, it's good to see you again."

"Katie, how are you doing?" he asked with a creepy grin.

"I'm fine. Professor Jacobs, I'll email that paper to you."

"Sounds good Katie. Have a good weekend," he naturally smiled as I walked out the door.

"It was nice seeing you again, Katie," added the balding professor, his eyes no doubt glued upon my ass as I walked away.

Tuesday April 23rd

I could barely stand the wait. Three whole days with nothing but Vic's dick on my mind. So many fantasies rolled through my head, each one successively more lurid than the previous. I even fingered myself while staring at his department photo on the web. If Vic only knew. Well, he almost did, only at the last second did I delete a four-page email detailing everything I wanted to do to his body, and everything I wanted him to do to mine.

I did get an email from him on Sunday. A timid message apologizing for what happened, "I let myself get carried away", letting me know that it can't happen again, "You're a attractive young woman, but I'm a happily married man,", a request that I stay quiet, "Both of us could be hurt if others found out,", some begging, "I could be ruined,", and a principled, but insulting, stance towards me, "I can't give you a grade you don't deserve." A bunch of nonsense that I expected. The only thing disappointing about it was that he was too much of a coward to talk to me face to face or even over the phone. It didn't change my plans at all; in fact it made my fantasies even more pleasurable as he continued to play hard to get.

One o'clock finally came. I was glad I resisted the urge to call one of my fuck buddies over the weekend. Three days of priming left me so excited I just couldn't wait for him to enter the room.

And then he did. With strong, confident strides he made his way to the podium. His green eyes hidden behind a pair of reading glasses, which he had never worn before. He tried to look the part of strict instructor, a serious scowl blanketing his face, but I could still detect the nervousness of his motions. He was too businesslike, trying to hide the charm that usually lit up the room when he walked in. No smile for the geeks in the front, no quick remark for one of his adoring fans. I loved each second of it, knowing that I was the reason for this drastic change.

I also had my game face on. You could almost say I was dressed plainly, three-inch black pumps, the only element of blatant sexuality in my academic appearance. I also wore my black rimmed glasses, my hair tied back, and a simple long sleeved black shirt on top of a knee length beige skirt. When fifth teen minutes later than usual he finally scanned the room during his lecture I gave no hint of recognition. He couldn't help but pause upon me, but I simply stared blankly back, restraining the flirtatious grin, which was dying to emerge on my lips.

But I had my plan, or scheme would be a better word for it, set, so with about five minutes left in class I gathered my materials up and as quietly as possible made my way towards the aisle making a noticeable commotion as I squeezed past the other students. I left without even glancing at Vic, but from the momentary silence I could tell that his eyes, along with everyone else's were following me out the door. The dramatic nature of my exit gave me such a rush. I could only imagine what he was thinking. 

Betting that Vic was a creature of habit I rushed over to his office. I told the main receptionist that I was retrieving something for the Professor and that he had forgotten to give me the keys. She hesitated, but I flashed her a smile, and she gave in, not even middle-aged women will refuse a pretty girl. 

With the extra set of keys I walked to his office. By this point I was so excited that my hand shook as I tried to put the key in the lock. Once inside my mind went blank for a second and I just stood there, but the anxiousness passed and I set about fulfilling my fantasy. I opened up his closet and grabbed one of his white dress shirts I had noticed the last time I was in his office. I thought about just grabbing a tie, but that may have been a little too much, so I stuck with the dress shirt.

I hurriedly took off my clothes including my already damp panties and put on his shirt, which draped down to my thighs. It felt so good being covered in his oversized top. I put my black pumps back on for presentation and undid my hair, allowing it to wildly fall on to the back of his shirt. All ready I took a seat behind his desk in his chair and began to wait.

Once I was settled it suddenly hit me that I didn't even know when he would come, or even if he would come. Not to mention whom he would come with. None of these considerations had been part of my fantasy when I hatched the lust filled scheme over the weekend. But it was too late to look back now, so I tried my best to forget those doubts, I knew he usually went back to his office, and I had to depend on him doing the same today.

Waiting was also not in my fantasy, and as the seconds passed like minutes I began fumbling through his desk drawers. I thought it was odd that he didn't have any pictures of his wife, or really any personal effects at all, just straight business. 

Or so I thought until I slid the bottom drawer open and lifted up a stack of papers. There hidden amongst year old graded papers was proof that Vic's wife was not taking care of all of Vic's needs. Exhilarated I picked up his copy of an upscale smut magazine, Gentleman's Choice, shocked that my very proper and intellectual teacher would have such a magazine. The title fit, but the cover picture of a young blonde spreading her legs to reveal a freshly shaved beaver did not.

"Vic, oh, Vic," I laughed to myself as I giddily opened up the magazine and began flipping through the pages filled with intense hard core action. At first I was still caught up in the shock of the discovery, but as I flipped through page after page of explicit photos, gorgeous blondes sucking huge black dicks, brunettes being probed by enormous rubber dildos, red heads lost in their own pleasure as brutish bikers bang them from behind, I felt the needs of my own shaved beaver calling out. Unrestricted, just the light touch of the dress shirt covering me sent chills through me.

I focused on one particularly enticing, and in my situation relevant, series of photos depicting the taming of a young brunette by her teacher. I teased a finger around the outside of my slit as I looked at the teacher order her to remove her innocent white top. I imagined Vic during the same as I slipped a finger inside my dripping wet pussy closing my eyes tightly I slowly slid it in. 

I opened them to turn the next page where the teacher forces the willing student on to her knees and makes her unzip his pants, followed by a shot of her wrapping her juicy wet lips around his thick cock. I just had to remember the feel of Vic's cock in my mouth to send a strong sensation through my body. What I wouldn't have given to have him in front of me at that moment. I looked on the next page to see him pounding into her tight ass from behind, her bent over his desk like his personal toy, his hand roughly pulling on her hair, making her cry out in pain and pleasure.

Suddenly, I head voices approaching in the hallway. One of them was definitely Vic's, the other one sounded older and more frail. Unsure of what to do I first threw the magazine back into the drawer and stood up as if to hide, but I quickly calmed down. If I was going to get caught, I'd have him caught as well. I put the magazine back on to his desk and sat again in his seat trying to look as calm as possible with my heart thumping away.

I could see two shadows in the shaded glass as I heard a key enter the lock. The door opened slightly and I readied myself for disaster, but it didn't open anymore than a crack. Now I could clearly hear Vic's voice, "Thanks for the advise, Bob, I'll be sure to keep it in mind."

Then, "No problem Victor, good luck on that article," answered the creepy voice of Professor Lewey. One shadow disappeared and the other turned into the door as it opened.

The look on Vic's face was priceless. His jaw honestly dropped to the floor. I couldn't help but smile as he looked at me with a bewildered expression, hurriedly closing the door behind him.

"What are...Why did.... How did you get in here, Katie," he stammered out.

"I just told the receptionist that you needed your dick sucked at two o'clock," I boldly joked, beyond confident in my position.

"This is insane, Katie. Are you out of your freaking mind?" continued my stunned professor.

"I know I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left your class early, it was rude. But I wanted to give you a surprise. What did I miss? I apologized as I stood up and walked to the front of the desk, sitting on it with spread legs and leaning back so Vic could get a live look of the cover shot.

"You have to leave right now, Katie," commanded Vic, still too scared to approach me any further.

"I don't know how it would look for me to leave like this, Vic," I teased using that name for the first time.

"This is not funny, Katie."

"I'm enjoying it."

"You know how much trouble this could get me in? You know how much trouble I'm already in? What if Bob saw you in my office? What if..".

"But he didn't. And I won't say anything, you won't say anything. What's the problem?"

"The problem? I'm your professor; you're my student. I'm married...".

"But from the looks of it not happily," I interrupted again to pick up the magazine from his desk.. Vic turned bright red. "How come this isn't on the syllabus? I really like the pictures of the professor and his student, don't you?" I teased as I opened up the magazine to that photo spread.

Vic rushed up to snatch the magazine away, but I deftly hid it behind my back, "I can't believe you..." he stammered unable to finish the sentence.

"Don't be embarrassed, Vic. There's nothing wrong with enjoying a few pictures."

"Give me the magazine, Katie!" Vic demanded his embarrassment turning into anger.

"Don't get mad, Vic. You can have your magazine if you do me a favor."

"I'm not playing games, give me the magazine!".

"Just one small favor."

"I'm not going to give you an...".

"I don't want you to give me a grade," I incredulously answered.

"Then what do you want?".

"All I want you to do," a paused for dramatic effect, "is make me cum."

"Are you out of your mind?".

"It's only fair, Vic. I did it for you. Didn't you enjoy it?" I added in my best pouty voice.

"That was a mistake.".

"A mistake? You seemed to enjoy it.".

"You know what I mean.".

"But its only fair that I get to enjoy the same mistake, if that's what you want to call it."

"No chance, Katie," answered Vic coming closer to me in an effort to reach around, but still trying to avoid contact.

"You don't even have to fuck me.. if you don't want to," this made him pause for a second, "You can use your tongue, or even one of your long, strong fingers. But I think it'll be more enjoyable for the both of us if you just fuck me don't you?" I knew from his look that I had him.

"I can't do that, Katie," he was already weakening.

"You can't or you don't want to," I challenged back. He could only give me an exasperated look, so I took my opening and hooked a finger on the top of his pants and pulled him towards me. He did nothing to stop me until I reached to unbuckle his pants.

"Katie, don't," he ordered placing his firm hand on my forearm.

"Suit yourself, I've thought about having your hands on me all week long," I responded sliding my hand down the length of his crotch. He was completely hard underneath his slacks, and I knew from that moment that I had won the argument, not that I had entered with any doubt, yet still the realization not only made a huge self satisfied grin appear on my face, but added another spark to my already overheated sex.

I had my legs spread around him on the desk, so all I had to do was unbutton a few buttons from the bottom to expose my moist pussy. He couldn't help but look right at it causing his cock to jump in his pants. "See how ready I am?" I asked as I guided his hand towards my awaiting pussy. He didn't even offer up a light resistance as I placed his large right hand on my firm stomach and slid it down to my naked pussy.

I looked straight into his eyes as he made contact, nothing fake about the gasp I let out as his rough flesh pressed against my most tender. "That feels so good," I moaned out, "Doesn't it feel good Vic?" I asked as I leaned back on my elbows, throwing my head back as he freely explored my labia with his three middle fingers.

He didn't say anything as he gently probed along my slit, splitting the two lips apart with nothing more than a light touch. I was so ready that each instant felt like a thousand volts of electricity were running from my thighs to my head. Throwing my head back I gently shifted my hips up urging him to probe deeper into my sex, to fan the flames that each touch turned higher. But he continued to tease despite my body's pleading, gently pressing against the outer walls of my slick vagina. 

I laid completely back, my head hanging off the edge, so I could use my hands to unbutton my shirt and expose my aching nipples. I relieved them with a pinch and twist from my index and middle fingers. The harder I pinched and pulled the better it felt. I was lost in the moment only wanting to feel him deeper and deeper, but he persisted in his torture, suggesting relief, but patiently holding me back, driving me insane with desire, "Don't make me wait any longer," I pleaded in distress.

But he remained cold to my entreaties; in fact he removed even the slightest touch from my desperate sex, massaging my inner thighs with a scientist's cool calculation. I squirmed beneath his touch; my body electric with even the little relief he gave me. 

Desperate beyond even the most liberal of limits, I took it upon myself to quench my thirst. Just inserting one finger into my heated sex caused a sensation like can only be called bliss. My finger massaged my inner wall with neither patience nor tact. I was incessant in striving for relief. I opened my eyes for a second, allowing my mind to clear for an instant and think of the spectacle I must have represented before Vic. He was staring at me intently still slowly rubbing my thighs as if in support of my effort. But once I caught his eye I could tell that the same lust that was raging through me was burning through him. Having him watch me pleasure myself gave me a new high. I loved seeing the look on his face as I fingered the pussy he was about to fuck.

I liked my parted lips and urged him to join in, "Fuck me professor. I want you so fucking bad!". But he just smiled, and I didn't care if it was smug, or condescending. I didn't care who was in control or who was in submission as long as his thick cock was up deep in between my thighs.

He finally brought his hands up from my legs and used one to envelop the hand fingering my sex. He firmly drew that hand up and leaning over tasted the perpetrating finger in his month sucking the juices off with a chef's delight, then pressed my meek hand back against the skin of my stomach and up to my round breast. 

His hand spread wide was able cover the entirety of one of my voluptuous breast with ease. He pressed down on the hardened nipple, his gentle touch becoming a grasping clutch. He massaged both my swelling breasts, teasing the budded nipples with an alternate soft and hard touch.

Then, confirming his intention, he leaned down over my body and bestowed upon my awaiting lips a kiss, and than another, and another, until our fate was sealed and our mouths and our tongues violently clashed against one another. His hands found the curves of my body as I ran my fingers through his light brown hair.

His mouth wandered from mine as he used one of his hands to tilt my head up and expose my slender neck. His lips danced upon my flesh leaving sucking kisses with each step. I couldn't have choreographed his movements any better as in time with his feasting lips his right hand rubbed its way towards the apex of my thighs. He ignited my own rhythm with a slip of a finger into my ripe slit. Done with the teasing he delved deep inside with one, then combined it tightly with another. His movement was firm, but not rough, the puppeteer playing each one of my strings.

My hips bucked up as he steadily pumped his fingers into me, my desire a pungent aroma in the air. Amazingly, his lips reached the back of my ears and the feel of his mouth engulfing my earlobe sent another pleasant shock through my system, feeding into the rising energy of my mounting orgasm. But he fed fuel to the flames when he rubbed his thumb gently against my clit. My body involuntarily tensed up as the combined music being played upon my sex sent me into heaven. I lost all awareness of the outside world. I couldn't smell, taste, or even hear my own moans. I just felt. I just felt the explosion building. A wave rising to a crescendo breaking through my body, washing away any thought but bliss with its power. My body froze in the moment of my orgasm; his fingers still feverishly playing their devilish song. His eyes focused upon my own, basking in delight over the effects of his skilled efforts.




Professor Vic



When I remerged, my body was still tingling in pleasure. Recovering my strength I leaned up so I could repay the favor. But his controlling hand held me down. 

Smiling he kissed me again, massaging my eager tongue with a steady kneading into obedience. Now in control, he wasn't ready to relinquish it, "Gotta make sure you're satisfied. Wouldn't want you to fail me," he whispered into my ear as I felt his body creep away from mine. Hoping he was preparing to enter me I slid my foot on to his crotch feeling the bulk of his hidden cock. But again he would let me have no part, adjusting my leg to the side, spreading my legs further apart. Too my surprise he got down upon his knees and pulling my body towards him licked the length of my wet pussy with his tongue. He lapped at it slowly, like licking hot fudge from a sundae. The sound of his tongue smacking against my wetness accompanying each stroke.

I leaned up so I could watch him please me. I loved seeing his head stuck between my thighs, his tongue exploring each part of my drenched pussy. He looked up as I toyed with my pointed nipples. It felt so good, so good as he sucked in my clit and licked its tip with his tongue, like he had a PHD in cunnilingus instead of Ancient History. As I watched him please me the only thought in my head was the crude, "I'm going to fuck him so hard. So hard I'll leave his dick raw." The idea running through my head feeding my pleasure, pushing me to the top of the peak again. It crept up on me fast and my exploded with the rush of another orgasm. My body spasmed up, but he held it down increasing the speed of his tongue's action building towards another explosion. God, I loved that man at that moment.

Then there was a knock on his door. His head shot up in alarm, my juices moist around his mouth and chin. I tried to tell him with my eyes to ignore it, but his head remained frozen in place. Another knock came at the door causing him to stand up still too panicked to do anything, looking like a deer in headlights.

"Professor, Professor, are you in there?" called out the frail voice I remembered from before.

Despite my passionate urging to do the opposite Vic responded, "Yes, Bob, just one moment, I'm finishing up with a student." He gave me a pleading look, and much to my disappointment I obliged him getting off the desk while he straightened his clothes and his hair. I hurriedly threw on my clothes form the closet, just the top and the skirt, leaving my underwear as a parting gift. In no longer than one minute I was ready, looking a little disheveled, but Professor Lewey probably already had the thought firmly planted in his brain, so there was nothing I could really do to dispel his suspicion or erase his interest.

I put on my backpack and walked up to Vic, who was trying to adjust his erection to make it less prominent, luckily for me not an easy task. Despite his stiffness I leaned up for a small peck on the lips, and wiped off a little evidence of my pleasure from his upper lip.

"Thank you for the help, Professor. Are you going to be in your office tomorrow?" I innocently asked walking towards the door.

"No problem," was all he could he answer, looking like a thousand thoughts were rushing through his mind at that moment. I answered the door for the professor who gave me that unnerving smile. Actually he didn't seem to look at me any different than before. He was probably too busy mentally undressing me to have enough brainpower left to consider what we had just been doing. Hopefully his sense of smell was as bad as his taste in clothes.

"I have those articles for you, Victor," I heard him say as I walked down the hall a huge smile on my face. A smile so wide that the receptionist looked at me like I was insane when I handed back the key.

The rest of the day I spent thinking about the next. Around eight o'clock I was absently staring at an open chemistry book when a knock at the door interrupted my studies. Erin was in her room, so I gave a sigh and walked to the door. I didn't even bother to look in the peephole before languidly opening it. Appearing in front of me was Professor Vic holding my bra and panties in his hand.

"Vic," was all I could say, now playing the part of the shocked one.

"You left these in my office," he said with a smile coming towards me and dipping down to give me a passionate kiss and a powerful embrace lifting my feet off the ground. I quickly responded lifting myself up and wrapping my legs around his body squeezing him tightly to me. We kissed wildly as he carried me towards the couch. But that was the only part that was gentle. Once he had me against the couch he yanked my shirt over my head not even stopping to pay his respects, before removing my pants and underwear with equal patience, leaving me naked and pleased.

"Professor!" I playfully exclaimed causing him to smile a response as he removed his own slacks in a second, and his shirt in another leaving him standing there naked and ready, his thick cock saying hello in the language that I like, stiff and hard. He pressed against me his cock throbbing against my stomach as he grabbed my head and hungrily kissed my lips, weaving his fingers through my hair. His other hand was everywhere on my body, as were mine on his. Exploring the tight muscles of his back and the soft flesh of his rear.

I pushed back into him so I could reach down and stroke his straining cock, but he made it obvious that he wasn't interested in anymore foreplay by roughly turning me around and bending my body over the back of the couch. I could barely regain control of my body before he had my legs spread wide and his dick up my inviting pussy. The memory of that first plunging stroke will send shivers through my body forever, his initial thrust was so deep and so unrestrained, knocking me into the back of the couch with its violence. But I love it rough when in the mood, and he put me in the mood for everything. So each of his animalistic thrusts were greeted with a pleased grunt from my lips, as he established or rather abandoned a rhythm with each desperate pump of his hips. His hands grasping me firmly, pulling me towards him, his cock drilling deep into my sex.

Not being one to ignore the sound of operatic moans and flesh on flesh, I saw Erin stick her inquiring mind out the door. She feigned astonishment, as she looked me in the face. But she must have appreciated what she saw since she stayed to gawk, her smile evolving into a look of arousal and envy. Her jealous stare added to my pleasure and making eye contact with her I let her know that I was enjoying each and every second of Vic's stiff dick pumping into my pussy with a gloating grin. She shook her head in response, but showing her approval snuck her hand down the elastic waistband of her shorts. 

That sent me to yet another level as I felt my body begin to flush with another orgasm. This must of coincided with his own, as his thrusts became short and frantic, until I could feel the warm explosion of his seed, and he let out a long groan of relief. He stood rigid inside of me as his cock spurted out a day's worth of desire. He began to pull out but I reached back and held him as the feel of his deflating cock sent me over the edge, the electric sensation of another orgasm ripping through my body. He held me tightly in his arms as my legs went weak beneath me. His limp dick slid out of me and as he continued to embrace me from behind I could feel it slick against my ass.

Erin was no longer in her doorway, no doubt tending to her own needs on top of her bed. I turned around to face my assaulter allowing us to exchange a post-coital kiss. I reached down and grabbed his now flaccid member sticky in my hand as I gently rubbed it, "Is he ready for more?" I looked up and asked.

"He's waited all day," Vic responded looking down at my hand upon his penis like there was a third member in our party.

"Good," was all I said as I took him by the hand and led him to my room and directly to my bed where I reminded him what a young college student could do and he gave me a lesson in the benefits of an experienced partner.



Professor Vinci's Delivery



Tabitha stretched luxuriously, enjoying the way her red silk sheets whispered against her new black stockings. It was a rainy Tuesday in October and she'd spent the evening relaxing in bed wearing nothing but her favorite chemise and the incredibly sexy new thigh-highs. Needless to say, she was horny as hell and ready to let someone else admire the way the black lingerie matched the lacy top and sheer fabric of the stockings. She rolled over again, dragging her leg across the sheets with a satisfying "shh-shh-shh" sound. Tom, her regular booty call, hadn't answered her phone call. She assumed he was at work in the Student Accounts office; he probably wouldn't get off until ten. 

Tabitha sighed. Sitting up, she ran one hand from the soft toe of her left stocking up her leg, playing with the lace top and drawing small circles on her thigh. She hadn't bothered to turn on a lamp and her tiny studio apartment was washed in gentle grey moonlight. Letting her hand move up her thigh toward the heat radiating from her crotch, Tabitha let her mind drift over the undergraduate men in the Spanish Literature class she was TA-ing for this semester. There was Joey, a blonde football god with piercing green eyes; her fingers moved up a little further, slipping under the folds of her chemise. There was Derek, a brooding long-haired artist who stayed after class to talk to her about Latin American politics; she drew a long nail across the delicate shaved folds of her outer pussy lips. Could she call either of them? Of course she could—Tabitha was a brown-haired goddess with rich chocolate eyes, smooth tanned skin and full, sensuous lips. She was naturally very slim but her firm breasts were generous C-cups. She relished the hungry looks the students gave their sexy graduate assistant, helping their lust by wearing tantalizing nylons and garters that just showed under her short pinstriped skirts. The only man who seemed unaffected by Tabitha's sexual magnetism was Belen Vinci, the aloof, brooding Spanish Literature professor. 

Tabitha's other hand moved to the underside of her full breasts, cupping them gently as she imagined Vinci's tousled black hair and dark Spanish complexion against her red silk sheets. She squeezed her right breast, pinching her nipple gently through the sheer net of her chemise. The index finger of her other hand ran along her slit, moving inside and connecting almost unexpectedly with her hot clit. Shivering with the delicious contact, Tabitha bit her lip and wondered why Vinci never responded to the not-so-subtle sexual signals she sent out when they met alone in his office. She loved to lean over the papers they were discussing, allowing more and more of her cleavage to peer out through the top of her low-cut dress as they went over the class' latest assignments. Vinci never seemed to notice, even when she was sure he had a full view of her pink, pert nipples. Tabitha's long nail tickled her clit, flicking against it gently. Her breath quickened as she pinched her nipple, the heat of her arousal causing her face to flush gently in the cool October air.

The doorbell rang. 

"Shit," she breathed. Tabitha held still a moment, planning to let whoever it was give up and go away; however, the chance that Tom might have received her phone message and arrived without calling first made her roll out of bed and pad across the floor to the front door. Staring through the peephole, she caught her breath. It was Belen Vinci. "Tuesday," she thought, "of course—he's here to drop off today's assignments."

"Hold on a second, Belen," she called, reaching to grab a chenille robe from the closet. Her hand paused in midair as a devious thought entered her mind. How would he react? The sexy stockings, the sheer chemise, no panties... She knew she looked unbelievably tempting. Before she could lose her nerve, Tabitha threw back her gorgeous dark-brown curls and opened the door.

Belen Vinci wore expensive jeans with carefully ripped knees, leather boots, a fitted black t-shirt and a very surprised expression. Tabitha gently took the pile of student papers he held and walked back inside her apartment, saying casually, "Thanks, Belen... Why don't you come in for a second?" He followed her and she felt his eyes raking up her form, from the rich curve of her ass to the round outline of her areolas through the delicate mesh chemise. 

"Tabitha."

"Yes, Belen?"

"What are you doing?"

"Belen. You're an attractive man. I've come on to you at least a dozen times and you've never so much as reacted to it."

"Don't you think that might have something to do with our position?"

"I don't recall you ever putting me in a position, Belen."

"You're my graduate assistant. No matter how attracted I am to you or how your skirts seem to be getting steadily shorter as the semester progresses, I am not supposed to fuck you."

Tabitha set the papers on her kitchen table and turned around deliberately. Belen Vinci was standing in her doorway, his intense grey eyes concealing a spark of mischief. She smiled. Vinci stepped into her apartment and casually shut the door behind him as he spoke. "However much I might be tempted to."

"Tempted to what?"

"Fuck you. In the office, during a lecture. I can't stop thinking about how good it would feel to be inside of you." The sexy Spanish lilt and deep, smooth voice made Tabitha's face flush slightly with desire and anticipation. Belen stepped toward her and she could see the hard bulge of his cock through the expensive jeans. She swallowed.

"I had no idea. I thought you didn't notice—"

"The way you hang your breasts in my face? How you bend over in my office, showing me your tight little ass and those amazing nylons you always wear?" He reached out and took her thigh in his hand, squeezing hard, letting his thumb rub over the soft fabric of the stockings. "I noticed, Tabitha." His hand suddenly rose under her chemise to her wet slit, and, after one exploratory caress, Tabitha gasped as two of Vinci's strong fingers entered her pussy forcefully. His other hand circled around her ass and pulled her close to him as she moaned with pleasure. His fingers slipped in and out, hitting her g-spot expertly with every stroke. She ground against him as he added a third finger, moving his other hand up under her lingerie to cup her firm, naked ass.

Just as Tabitha began to ride the brink of a colossal orgasm, Vinci removed his fingers and half-carried her toward her bed, throwing her onto it and pulling off his black t-shirt with one powerful movement. She helped him unbutton his jeans and soon he stood in front of her wearing nothing but sleek, tight black shorts that showcased the enormity of his rock-hard cock. Tabitha trailed her nails along the smooth sides of the sexy shorts, enjoying the way her fingers slipped over the cool black fabric. Once she felt the hardness of his giant bulge, however, she couldn't wait any longer. Slipping her fingers underneath the waistband, she dropped the shorts to the ground and exposed the largest cock she'd ever seen. Tabitha wrapped a hand around it and brought her lips to the head, tasting, letting her tongue play with the tip. Impatient, Vinci grabbed her hair and pushed his cock deep into her mouth, groaning with pleasure as she eagerly began to deep-throat him. He fucked her mouth slowly, wrapping his fingers around her hair so he could manipulate her and ensure she was taking him deep enough with every suck.

Tabitha had waited long enough. She let go of Vinci's dick and fell back, intentionally causing him to lose his balance and fall on top of her because his fingers were still entangled in her hair. When they fell, she immediately wrapped her stocking-clad legs around Vinci's tight ass and pulled his pelvis to hers.

His cock moved across her clit and parted her pussy lips, hovering at her entrance as he positioned himself above her. Not bothering to remove her chemise, he merely pulled it up over her breasts and took one in each hand before entering her hard, his huge cock forcing itself into her wet, waiting cunt. She cried out with the intensity of the sensation, which hovered between pleasure and pain. Vinci fucked her faster and faster. His hands squeezed her breasts and his eyes closed in ecstasy as his dick moved in and out of Tabitha's pussy, harder and faster with every stroke. She spread her legs and held on to his shoulders as they moved toward climax. Tabitha's head spun and tingles shot through her body; she cried out, feeling Vinci thrusting hard against the back of her cunt. He grabbed her breasts and came, pumping rapidly as he grew impossibly hard inside of her. She went over the edge and lost all sense of time as her orgasm rocked through her body. They collapsed, shaking, Tabitha contracting against Vinci's still-throbbing dick.

After a minute or two Vinci pulled out of her and stepped into her tiny bathroom, emerging seconds later wearing the smooth shorts again. He dressed rapidly as she watched from the bed, still recovering from the earth-shattering orgasm she'd just experienced.

Vinci paused with his hand on the door. "I'll see you Monday in class, Tabitha." 

She smiled coyly and fluffed her chemise. "Yes, Professor."

"And Tabitha?"

"Sir?"

"You'll want to wear stockings again. They'll be necessary later... In my office."

"Yes, sir." He was gone. She lay back, elated, her breath only now returning to normal. Less than thirty seconds had passed when the doorbell rang. Tabitha stood and walked to it curiously, wondering if Vinci had somehow forgotten something in her apartment. Through the peephole, she saw Tom's blonde hair, deep California tan and athletic build and smiled. This was going to be a good night, indeed.