3 comments/ 46845 views/ 39 favorites Professor Sin By: juliebear823 Julianna sighs. This class just goes on forever! I mean, I love the subject matter, German Renaissance? Hel-looo. But as a night class, three hours is just too long. I take fabulous notes on the first half of the class, but the professor is a task driver and doesn't allow for a break, something we all need so we don't fall asleep. By the second half I'm bored and my brain wanders when it should be sticking to the lecture. Today is no different. After a full day at work, the last thing I want to do is come to class, but I always show up. Every week. For one reason only: My professor is hot as fuck. Tall, longish brown hair, kind eyes that can flash to wicked in the blink of an eye, and a smile that is just contagious, Professor Sin is just intoxicating. I have spent many a class imagining the many dirty things I would let him do to me. Hypothetically of course. Because it would be wrong to have a sexual relationship with a professor. At least, that's what they told me in orientation when I first came to this school. "Ms. Jurasek! Care to repeat what I just said?" Shocked at hearing my name, I glance to the front of the room at the sexiest teacher I've ever had. "I beg your pardon, professor?" "Just as I thought. You haven't been paying attention all class, have you?" "No, sir. I mean, I was but I guess I just spaced. It won't happen again." "You better hope it won't," he said, then looked away and continued on with the Germanic hierarchy, or something like that. He'd been correct. I hadn't been paying any attention. I glance at my watch. Fifteen minutes to go. I just have to make it through fifteen minutes and then I can go home, shower, and get some much needed rest. Mid-terms had been a giant bitch to me this semester. "Alright, class dismissed. Everyone have a nice weekend." Psyched that class ended early, I started gathering all of my stuff, ready to run out to my car and head home, when I hear "Ms. Jurasek, I'd like to see you in my office for a moment." Shit. Is this about not paying attention in class? About my mid-term paper? I know it wasn't my best, but with everything else on my mind and all of my other mid-terms, this one hadn't been as much a priority. There goes any hopes of relaxing for the rest of the night. Following him out of the classroom and into the History Department, I was trying to come up with an excuse for my shitty paper. My mom was in the hospital? Nah. My dog died? That'd work, except I'd admitted that I don't have a dog when we first introduced ourselves. I find him amazingly attractive and couldn't focus on anything besides having his body over mine? He might not like that one. I think. "Are you spacing out again, Ms. Jurasek?" he ordered, standing imposingly behind his desk, his arms crossed against his chest. I blinked up, not responding, and he gestured to the chair in front of me. Sitting down, he looked even more imposing, especially with that look in his eyes. If it was anyone else I'd know that look as desire. I mean, I'm not ugly. I'm short, curvy, with big boobs, and a big ass. My green eyes and my cupids bow lips are enchanting, I've been told. But it couldn't be. He's my teacher. And there goes that look. Now he looks pissed! I can tell that he knew my mind was wandering again. "Do you ever pay attention?" "Uh, yes sir. I'm sorry, it's just been such a long day and I'm exhausted. What is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" "Your grades. They haven't been getting any better throughout the semester. And don't even get me started on your midterm paper. There is no way that you spent any more than five hours on it. It was all thrown together willy-nilly. It's hogwash." I flinch. I know it wasn't my best work, but really? Hogwash? "I'm sorry, sir. It's just really hard with all of my other classes with midterms and work and..." I trail off because I can tell he's not accepting my apology or my excuse. "You know, Ms. Jurasek, there is no extra credit for this class. Your grade in this class isn't passing, and being a history teacher, I know that you need this class to graduate. Do you want to fail Ms. Jurasek?" "No! No I don't want to fail! I-I'll work harder, study more." "There's only two more papers this semester, Ms. Jurasek. Do you really think that you can pull your grade up to passing with only two papers? With the way you've been working, I don't." "Please, Professor! There must be something I can do! I can't take this class again. My parents will know that I failed and I'd never hear the end of it. Professor, I'll do anything!" "Anything, huh? Are you sure about that?" "Yes, sir." I nod, thinking he'd give me at least some studying tips, or a tutoring session or two. Something that will help me boost my grade. He walks around his desk, hands in his pockets, considering my offer. He leans against the front of his desk and I can't help but look at his tall, lean body. I slide my gaze from his mouth, down his torso, and stop, my gaze riveted, to the slight bulge in his pants. Is he turned on? For me? Oh, this is so not appropriate! "You like what you see?" My gaze shoots up to his eyes, shocked. "What?" "I see you looking at me, I can only assume you're salivating about my body." "N-no, sir! That would be inappropriate! I mean, I would never have feelings like that for a teacher!" Good! I sounded appalled, not interested. This is good. "You know, Ms. Jurasek. I just don't believe you." I gape at his words. How dare he assume that I'm attracted to him! That pompous ass! "Well I've never! It's entirely inappropriate for you to say that to me! How dare you! I'm going right to the dean about this first thing tomorrow morning!" I stand up, ready to storm out of his office in my fury when three words stop me. "No you won't." "Oh yeah? And what makes you think I won't?" "The meager fact that if you do, it's your word against mine. Do you really think they will believe you over me? Ha! It's laughable! And not only that, if you don't do as I say, you'll fail this class and just have to take it over again, with me. Now, how humiliating would that be, hm?" With that he took two steps towards me and grabbed my hair, pulling so I looked up into his eyes. "You said anything, remember?" he said before yanking so hard on my hair I fell off of my chair and onto the ground on my hands and knees, gasping through the pain. "Shh, be quiet. You wouldn't want the night crew to hear you, would you? Then everybody would know." "Know what? AHH!" I say as he yanks my hair harder, forcing my head up to meet his gaze. "Know what you're going to do for your grade." He then unbuttons and unzips his pants, allowing for his big cock to escape from its confines. I could only stare. The head of his dick was bigger than anything I'd ever seen before. I wanted it in my mouth, but I didn't want it this way. No. This way was wrong. Sick. "Suck." "W-what? No! No, I won't do this Professor, you can't ma-!" I cut off, not being able to speak with the dick he just shoved in my mouth touching the back of my throat. "Ah, fuck yeah Ms. Jurasek. Just take that dick in your mouth you dirty fucking whore. Mmm." He fisted his other hand in my hair, grabbing big handfulls and forcing my head back and forth, fucking my mouth with his big cock, making me gag every time it hit the back of my throat, tears running down my face and the brutal force my handsome teacher was giving me. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped me across the face. "Stop crying! I know that you want my dick. I've seen you staring at me, undressing me with your eyes, imagining me doing dirty things to you." Slap! "You're lucky I brought you to my office and didn't fuck you around the rest of the class." He shoved his cock back in my mouth then, thrusting back and forth, back and forth, again and again. Slowly, I get used to the movements, and I notice not only how soft his big cock is in my mouth, but how fabulous he tastes. Loving the feel of him in my mouth, knowing that I drove him this crazy made me wet, made me want to take part. I refuse to be raped, but I will fuck my teacher. I start to suck on him, moving my tongue up and down the length of his cock, sucking on his head. "Ah, shit, yeah, there you go, you bitch. Yeah, suck that dick, deep into your throat. Fuck. Get up." He pulls my mouth off of his cock by my hair and forces me to stand. He slaps my face once, twice, the sting a delicious aphrodisiac. He grabs my button down shirt, yanking down, breaking all the buttons and bearing my bra encased tits. "Take it off." He doesn't need to explain, I know what he means. Looking him in the eyes, I reach back and unhook my bra, letting the heaviness of my tits fall out. "Fuck. I knew you had big tits, but I didn't know they were pierced!" He reached down and grabbed my heavy breast in his hand, thumbing the barbell I had through my nipple eliciting a gasp from me, arousal flashing through my whole body, down my spine, and halting at my core. A fire burning inside of me to be claimed by my beast of a teacher. Slap! He slapped my right tit, creating a large hand print on my pale skin. Slap! I sucked in a breath as he slapped the other one just as hard. I felt a sudden rush of heat gather at my core, arousal soaking my panties. "Oh, you like that, huh? You like it when I slap those big titties of yours? Like seeing those big hand prints on your pale body? I do. Yeah, I like seeing the way the blood rushes to your skin when I slap you. Take off your pants. Let me see that big ass of yours too." Hands shaking, I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, slowly easing my zipper down, then pushing my hands down my hips, I removed my jeans and panties in one swoop. "We have a greedy bitch here now, huh? Just assuming that I'm going to fuck you. Just like you assumed that I wouldn't notice you checking me out during class. Lean over my desk. Now." I was so turned on that I couldn't say no. It was impossible. I wanted his cock in me so badly, my pussy aching to be filled by that big, magnificent cock. I kicked off the rest of my clothing and leaned over the desk, exposing my pussy and my ass to his gaze. It was quiet for a minute, I knew he was looking at me, at my swollen pussy lips and the slickness beneath my folds. It was so long that I was startled when I finally felt his hand caressing my ass, rubbing the skin, getting closer and closer to my core then switching to the other cheek, repeating the same process. Again and again, driving me crazy, making me writhe against the cold wood of his desk. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Four smacks against my ass, rapid fire. I could feel the heat of the sting against my skin, and it only made me hotter. I moaned. "You want more?" I nodded, not being able to speak. Six more rained down on both ass cheeks, heating the skin. Squirming as I felt a rush of wetness in my pussy, dripping down onto the floor from my bent position. "I think you've had enough. Get ready, sweetheart." I felt him get closer to me, rubbing his cock against my flowing juices and lubing himself up before he penetrated my tight, slick cunt. As he pushed in, I moaned, loving the feel of him, his hardness against my softness, thrusting into the place where I needed him to be. "Yeah, that's it. Take my cock you dirty bitch. Take it, suck it into your tightness. You feel that? That's me owning you. You're mine. MINE!" As he said those words he grabbed my hair and started pounding into me furiously. Marking his territory. Making me his. Fucking me relentlessly. It felt so good that I couldn't help but climax, couldn't help but clamp down on his big cock and scream my pleasure. He kept pistoning inside me, increasing his pace, pounding me harder and harder into his desk, forcing me into another climax. I heard him roar his pleasure at my climax, felt him splattering his cum deep inside me. Rope after rope of cum landing in my spent, sore pussy. He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing heavy, covered in sweat, shaking from the powerful orgasms. We stayed there for a while, until our breathing slowed and the sweat on our bodies cooled. He stood up straight and looked at the clock. 10:00 p.m. "Well, there's not much choice now. Get dressed. You're coming back to my house where we can finish what we started." I could only nod. After all, if you'd just had the best fuck of your life, wouldn't you go back for more? Professor Smith Although some small details have been changed, this is a true story. I would really like to hear other similar stories from the female student's perspective and fantasies from these students. By the way, I'm convinced that my attitude is similar to those of most male professors. I'd been a professor for about 8 years, teaching political science in a small college town in the South. During that time period, I went through the tenure process, published, and taught a variety of courses, predominately to undergraduate students. My colleagues and I agreed that one of the perks of the job was the new female talent in each and every class. I always made a mental list on test days, ranking the girls from hottest all the way to down to barely fuckable. Yes, it was juvenile, but to this day I still compile that ranking on exam day. My wife would sometimes get jealous when reading the comments on ratemyprofessor.com and other student evaluations. Many of the comments mentioned that I was 'hot' or a 'fox.' I'm really kind of an average looking guy: average height, slender build, with dark hair that has started to gray at the temples. There is just something about the stereotypical professor that attracts impressionable, college females, I suppose. You hold them captive in a windowless room for months, leading discussions over topics in which you are a complete expert. No question can stump you. You rule the classroom and this power is noticed by these young women. Eventually my wife and I drifted apart. Although she put on a bit of weight in her early thirties, I still found her attractive. Our sex life was good, we got along well in most ways, but simply fell out of love. With no children, divorce was an easy out. But even now I can still picture many lingering details about her body, although we've been divorced for several years. I can still picture her getting dressed every morning; standing naked in front of me, her chatting about the details of the upcoming day while rubbing lotion over her body. I still remember the look and feel of her body. It is funny the little details about a person that stick with you. She has one of those really meaty pussies, for lack of a better description. Although somewhat self conscious about it, I especially enjoyed going down on her, exploring the many nooks and folds of her labia. She particularly enjoyed the slow and careful insertion of the tip of an index finger into her asshole right before she came from oral sex. But these are stories for another day. About three weeks after the divorce was finalized, I was still a bit 'down in the dumps'. My co-workers took notice and dragged me to a local watering hole. It's a small, loud place, with a mix of faculty, townies and some students. On that particular day the bar was packed; it was a Thursday, which for both many students and faculty had become the new Friday. We found a small table in the corner of the room and one of my coworkers grabbed a pitcher of beer and some glasses from the bartender. We attempted to make conversation over the din of the bar, but it was almost impossible. "I think that girl is staring at you, Scott," one of my colleagues practically shouted to me in order to be heard over the noise. I turned and focused on the girl, and immediately met her gaze. She abruptly looked down, and I knew that she HAD been looking at me. I tried to remember where I had seen her. It must have been an intro to Poli Sci class, the past Fall term, I thought to myself. Kendra, Kelsie, Kassidy? What was her name? "Yeah, former student, I think. Nice bar choice, Jim," I replied sarcastically to my coworker. None of us really liked to mingle with students, even if we had no problem discreetly eyeballing them in class. As the minutes passed, we drank beer, and did what most faculty do when in groups of two or more: complained about our students. I could feel the beer buzz and eventually the need to use the restroom. And on my way back to the table, there was Kendra/Kelsie/Kassidy blocking my way. "Dr. Smith...I thought that was you. I'm Kailee, I was in your Intro to Poli Sci class last Spring. I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed it. It's my favorite class so far in college!" "Of course, Kailee, I thought that was you," I replied. Kailee, of course, I thought to myself. She had been a good, enthusiastic student, always sitting in the front row. "Well, I'll let you get back to your friends," and with that she returned to her table, where three girls and two frat boys were sitting. I returned to my table, and scrutinized Kailee's table while pretending to listen to my coworkers. She was a very pretty girl, always at the top of my 'rankings.' Kailee was probably 5'6", maybe 115 pounds with long legs and a thin figure. Her long blonde hair was probably not natural, and her tan had likely been manufactured in a tanning bed. She had an unusual combination of smarts, and the typical undergraduate girl's obsession with meeting society's concept of beauty. On that night she was dressed in the uniform of a college girl in my part of the country: a tight tank top and very short khaki shorts, with flip flops. As the night wore on, I watched everyone at her table become increasing inebriated. Eventually shots were ordered, and everything went downhill for Kailee and her four friends. They got louder and louder, and Kailee because increasing obnoxious, grabbing for her female friends' chests and slapping at their asses when they got up. Occasionally she would glance in my direction, but was careful not to stare. Eventually, my colleagues and I decided to call it a night, perhaps around 11:30. We paid our tab and headed towards the door. I was somewhat drunk and a little preoccupied about the drive home. I was the last of my group to exit the bar, and felt a hand on my shoulder as I opened the door. "Professor Smith.....Hey it's me Kailee." "Hello again, Kailee." "Look, I need a biiiiiiiig favor. I'm reaaaaaaaaaaally drunk and can't drive home. My friends are ditching me for those two guys, and I need to get home now...I'm reaaaaaally wasted." "Well, Kailee I can call you a cab, or maybe the college's drunk driving shuttle service?" "You don't understand, Dr. Smith. Those last two shots of Jaeger really got me. I gotta go now." Although I was a bit worried about driving myself, I eventually acquiesced and led Kailee to my car in the parking lot. She was quiet most of the way to her apartment, only giving me an occasional driving direction. I can't lie, my mind was racing. Was this girl trying to take me home? Did she want to fuck? I had no idea, and no plan. I occasionally glanced at her, eyeballing her body, her legs, hips, waist, bust and face. By the time we arrived at her apartment, she had almost passed out and I had to lead her to her apartment door, with her arm draped over my neck and shoulder. "Do you have a roommate that is around that can help you?" "Nah, I don't think she's home yet. Come on in, grab a beer." She seemed to perk up. Perhaps she wasn't as drunk as she had led on. This was the point of no return; what kind of a person follows a clearly inebriated girl, almost twenty years his junior, into her apartment late at night? I guess I am that type of person. We chatted for a while on her couch, me nursing a cheap beer from her fridge; she had a glass of what looked like chardonnay. Finally she stood up, stretched her arms and looked me straight in the eyes. "I want to have sex. It has been, like months, and I really want to have sex. Do you want to have sex with me?" And that was all it took. She led me to her bedroom, strewn with clothes, makeup, and schoolwork. She cleared a spot off the bed, turned a lamp on, and while facing the other direction peeled her clothes off, including her bra and panties. She turned around to face me and I took her body in. Tight. That is really the only word to describe her. Tight legs, tight stomach, tight ass. I had been right about the tanning. Looking over her body, there were no signs of tan lines. I had not expected the nipple piercings. I had not expected the small star tattoo just below her panty line. I was hoping for a cleanly shaven pussy and was not disappointed. We moved toward one another and met at her bed. I tugged awkwardly at my clothing as she licked and sucked on my neck. Immediately after removing my shoes and pants, she was on me. She pushed me onto my back on the bed, forced my boxers off, and then lowered her head to my crotch. "I really love sucking cock, Scott. It's my specialty. You don't mind if I call you Scott, do you?" I shook my head no, and Kailee went to work. She started at the head of my already erect dick and started to lick, moving slowly, teasing her tongue down my shaft. I continue undressing, removing my dress shirt and undershirt. I was now naked except for my socks, which I couldn't be bothered with removing. Only after several minutes of teasing and licking did she begin actually suck my cock. She slowly lowered her lips over the head, lower and lower down the shaft. I began to moan and I could tell this excited her. As she knelt in front of me, I began to massage her moderately sized breasts, focusing on her pierced nipples. It was her turn to moan, I could feel the moans through my cock as she continued to slowly bob up and down on it. The moans grew every time I tugged on the piercings, putting pressure on her now erect nipples. "This is making me really wet, Scott. God, I love sucking cock." Occasionally she would stop her movements down the shaft, moving towards my sack, licking and caressing it while staring into my eyes. Knowing I couldn't take much more stimulation, I abruptly pulled Kailee's head upward and flipped her over. It was amazing how easy it was, but again, this girl was a very tight package. "Oooh, are you going to fuck me from behind, Scott?" She tossed her long blonde hair back playfully, smiling slyly. "Not yet," I replied grabbing a cheek in each hand, spreading her ass and examining what lay beyond. Her pussy was the opposite of my ex-wife's. Unlike the generous thick and grayish brown folds of my wife, Kailee's pussy was tight like the rest of her body. It was perfectly shaved and very pink, with external lips barely protruding from the rest of her slit. A white mucous was beginning to form and hinted at her excitement as my mouth moved towards her. With Kailee still on all fours, I tasted her pussy, slowly flicking my tongue the length of her slit. I stopped just below her asshole which was tight, brown and puckered, and appeared to be virgin. "Scott, your mouth feels so good. God, I'm wet." She began to massage her own nipples, her face now buried in a pillow. Eventually, I flipped her over onto her back and raised her legs high in the air. At this point I was not licking so much as I was burying my mouth in her pussy, my tongue focusing on her clit. Her moans became shorter and faster, and I could feel her close to coming. "Scott, I need your cock. Fuck me. Please. Fuck me. " "Do you have a condom?" "Uh....I don't think so, but I'm on birth control." That was all I needed to hear. My mouth moved slowly up her body, first licking her stomach, stopping to lick and tug at both her nipples, a short stop at her neck. Finally we kissed, her tasting her own wetness on my lips, licking and biting my lower lip. With her legs still high in the air, I entered her, expecting to easily slide in, due to her wetness. But she was deceptively tight. Every inch of my cock met resistance, but also led to deeper moans from her. Finally I was in, her thrusting back at me from below me. "Your dick feels soooo good. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me....." She bucked back at me harder and faster, controlling the rhythm of my thrusts. At one point she stopped me, pushing me on my back and again sucking my dick, massaging my balls, making careful to maintain eye contact. But mostly she wanted to be fucked, and I complied. She returned to her back and I fucker her slower. My body pressed firmly on top of hers, I kissed her deeply while thrusting slow and hard into her. "I like it hard.....fuck my cunt hard. Fuck me hard," she said in between kisses. Finally, I could feel her coming and after one final hard thrust her body spasmed and her moans become faster and very high pitched. "Eee eee eee eee eee......Come in me...come inside me.....Scott....fucking come in me." And I did, the waves of pleasure enveloped my body as her lips met mine. Three or four long spurts of come and I collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of her. "That was pretty fucking good, Scott," Kailee said, with my dick still inside her. "Yep," was all I could say. Eventually I slid out of her, and she cleaned herself up in the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth and wiping down my shaft and sack. We fell asleep spooning, although I got up very early the next morning and left without her stirring. Before leaving I look one more look at her sleeping body. I hadn't noticed the night before, but a layer of very blonde peach fuzz covered most of her body. She had an additional small tattoo just above her ankle. It's funny about those little details. Hung-over and slightly embarrassed, I left her apartment and never spoke to her again. Occasionally over the next year I would see her on campus and we would share a quick smile in passing. On one instance, I could have sworn that she winked at me. I still imagine her tight little body and pussy when I compile my 'list' on exam day. I wonder if young, nubile Cindy/Stacy/Samantha's little body is like Kailee's? Does she have her nipples pierced too? Maybe young Deborah fancies herself an expert in cock-sucking too? Professor Speech! This is a true story for adults over 21 only. If you are younger, beat it! Why do men get a bit whacky when they approach their 50th birthday? Mid life crisis they call it, but maybe at that age guys just found the nerve to do what they really want to do! Some guys can't stop eyeballing anything in a skirt, some divorce, and some start to drink like crazy. Well my story is a bit different but one that you may like, I just turned 50 and it make me think of an incident that happened in college, this is a true story so please enjoy. In was Joe average in college, I dated a few girls, had a few fun parties, and played on the baseball team. I enjoyed college and had really great professors, but my favorite was my speech professor. He was fun to talk with and always made us laugh with a few quick jokes! Professor Speech as we called him was a short guy, balding, and wore glasses, but a GREAT guy. After class one Friday afternoon the professor and I were bantering back and forth about public speaking. I had to go but offered to meet him for a beer at the end of classes that day if he dared. To my surprise he agreed but only if he could buy, as a poor college student I was delighted...free beer! As planned we met at the campus pub called the Rathskella. I had not been to the "RAT" before and when I arrived I realized that this was one of those great old college bars, lots of babes and horny guys. It was also very smokey and neither of us smoked, so when he suggested that we leave and go to his place for THAT beer I said that it was okay by me. When we got to his apartment you couldn't help to notice that it was incredibly clean, too clean for a single man! His place was so cool, nice TV with a bar next to it, warm colors on the walls and a great overstuffed chair where I sat right away. Prof got me a beer and put on some music, he said that he was going to get a shower because he hated the smell of smoke on him, I fully understood the feeling. I sat back in that chair and took in the atmosphere as I sipped my beer for a long neck bottle. When he got out of the shower Professor Speech came back into his living room wearing just a towel and cracking some joke about saving money on shampoo his balding head. As I looked up I saw him standing there in his towel, not much different than when I was with the baseball team in our locker room. That was until I glanced down and saw the large bulge under his towel that was very noticeable. I suddenly felt very hot all over as I looked at his bulge from across the room, now it was my turn to make a joke because I knew that he caught me starring at it. "Is that a salami hidden under your towel or are you happy to see me?" I said as I tried to smile. This is very hard to explain because it never happened before this moment, but i felt like I was having a HOT FLASH! My professor looked right through me or so it seemed, he stayed focused on my eyes as he walked towards me. I tried my best to keep eye contact but once again as he got closer I stole a peak at his bulge and I knew right than that I was busted! He walked right up to the chair where I was sitting he reached down and took hold of my hand and lifted it to his stomach. My hand had a mind of it's own as it caressed his abs and belly button. I turned in the chair to face him better and put my second hand on his chest and felt his hardening nipples. Here he stood with his hands on his hips, his legs spread, and his head back as if he were looking at the ceiling, he swiveled his hips and the towel fell to the ground. I'm sure that he heard my audible gasp as I looked at his bulge, it was beautiful. Although he was small in stature my professor had an incredible body complete with a chiseled chest, and tight abs. His thighs and legs were so toned that he looked like a runner, his ass was to die for. As I looked up I saw him looking down at me and smiling. I no longer cared what he thought, I had to feel his bulge, the thing that caused my hot flash just before. As I looked I felt my mouth open wide in shock, he had the fattest cock that I ever saw in my life. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't abnormal, he was just larger that anyone I had ever seen. His balls were a work of art, they hung very low and quite large. I wasn't sure what to do, I had never had those feelings before, but i wanted to taste his sexiness and I was hoping that he wanted it also. "Mike, if you Like what you see go ahead and touch it, it won't bite but i may spit " he laughed. I took it in my hands, one holding the shaft and one cradling his balls and just stared at it. His shaft was much thicker than mine and the head looked like a fat mushroom, I was in love! "It's so large, I never would have guessed that your cock was this big" I told him. "I think that you just learned the secret of the short man" he said When he said that I remembered that my math professor was shorter than him! Hmmm. "Is it okay for me to hold it like this, you don't mind me doing it do you"? He looked at me and continued to smile as he inched closer to where I was sitting. " I want you to do more than hold it, I'm hoping that you will suck my cock for me tonight...and any other time that I want you to"! "Many of us shorter guys have longer thicker cocks than most men, and as for me I love having my cock sucked". He never asked if I had done this before or if I wanted to do it now, maybe the look on my face told him what I wanted. I opened my mouth and let the head of his cock slip past my lips. It was a great mushroom head and I loved the feeling of running my tongue all over it. I did this for a while and than I started to lick his shaft from top to bottom to get it very wet. While I was doing this he told me what to do next, he had me lay down so that he could put his balls in my mouth while I stoked him off. He hair was neatly cut around his balls and i was able to suck them into my mouth without much hair getting in the way. "Oh yea, suck my balls for me my little cock sucker, I'm going to fill your mouth with the cum that's in them pretty soon" he told me. As I continued to suck his balls he continued to tell me how hot I was. I noticed that as I pumped his shaft his precum was now leaking out and making his shaft very slippery. I was never so excited in my life, I wondered if I was born to do this? We changed positions a few times and when it seemed like he was going to cum he would hold back and cool off for a minute. This may sound selfish on his part, but I loved it because it gave me all the more time to play with my new toy. Things got very hot as he was getting ready to finish... I was on my knees looking up at him while his large cock slid in and out over my lips. He looked tense and was sweating, but still smiling at me. At that moment I wondered how any woman could possibly say that she didn't love doing this to a man. The faster and deeper that he went into my mouth the wilder he looked, I could feel that the time was coming..and I was making it happen! "Oh, use your tongue more on the head", said Dr.Speech and he sawed back and forth. "Hold my ass for me while I fuck your mouth, God you are good", he said. I reached back and grabbed his ass cheeks to pull him in as far as I could. As he pumped my face his balls would hit my chin and swing back towards my neck, I loved it! As he did this he took each of my ears in his hands and held them like a handle, it must have looked funny! He finally held my head still and kept his cock all the way in as he just swiveled his hips to make his cock jump in my mouth. "Try to swallow my cock head for me baby, that will make me cum so fast", and I did. I sensed that he was about to cum and reached down and took his balls in my hand and rubbed them. If they were full I wanted to feel them start to pump his cum into me. This sent him over the edge and as he held my head and starting to shoot into my mouth he started moaning. "Here I cum, take my load you cocksucker", he said. I'm happy to say that at that exact moment I shot a load in my pants, win win I figured. When he shot a few squirts in my mouth most went right down my throat, the remaining drops I got to taste and loved it. I held his ass tightly so that he would not pull his cock out until it was soft. We talked later that night and made plans to make this a regular event. "This isn't about grades," he said. "Not at all I agreed, this is about my power to please" I said. We did meet for fun a few more times before I graduated and I loved it each time. I learned much more from him outside the classroom that I did in class! All feedback is welcome! Professor Spotsworth Professor Sheila Spotsworth awoke to a light tapping at her screen door. She was careful not to wake her older husband Daniel while she slipped her red silk robe over her light blue bra and panties. Sheila is 39 years old, red haired and extremely athletic while her husband is 55, and unimpressive. She moved swiftly to the top of her stairs and sucked in her breath at the sight of two shirtless, very muscular young men at the door. She recognized them as two of her freshman students Kyle and Ian. She was offended by this bold intrusion and rushed to the door to tell them to leave or she would call the police. When she got to the door she said "You two have to leave." Sheila admired the young men's fit bodies and decided to take a look at their lower halves which were blocked by the metal lower half of the door."mmmm" she muttered at the sight of Ian's derrier, which high and muscular. Ian was the taller and more muscular of the two, he was facing away because he had heard a car pass. She passed her eyes over to Kyle and was disappointed at the sight of his small flaccid penis. The sight refortified her resolve "I am going to call the cops on you." she said. A moment later her heart skipped a beat as Ian turned forward and she feasted her eyes on the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Ian's cock was rock hard, uncircumcised, perfectly straight and at least 11 inches long. After a long silent stare she strengthened her resolve, fighting her moistening crotch enough to weakly utter "go." She looked up at the two boys to drive her request home. Sheila was floored by the sight before her. They were kissing! Now sheila opened the door and ushered the two horndogs into her library and shut the door for quiet. "Do it again." she insisted as she rapidly discarded her robe and lingerie. She fingered her pussy as the boys tongue kissed. She massaged their firm asses and enjoyed the view. She dropped to her knees and began sucking Kyle's now hard cock. Sheila then turned to Ian' monster dick. She could barely work it into her mouth as it was probably twenty times the size of Kyle's overall. Then she rubbed the two dicks together as she got a naughty idea. Pulling down on Kyle's arm she looked into his eyes and could tell that he knew what she wanted and was not amenable. She pulled on Ian's arm and he dropped to his knees in confusion. Sheila gently stroked the back of Ian's hair then grasped a clump of it. She thrn held Kyle's cock in front of his mouth and softly whispered "suck it for me." Ian turned his head away and Sheila kissed him hard while directing Kyle's dick to the center of their kiss. A magical feeling came over her as the cock slipped into Ian's mouth. She felt amazing that this stud would give his buddy a blowjob just for her pleasure. Kyle moaned and started to cum. Sheila held Ian;s head firm whispering "swallow it." He did and now Sheila needed to get fucked. She hopped on a couch and spread her legs exposing her swollen and shaved pussy. His cock slipped in surprisingly easy because she was so horny. She came super hard in just a few strokes. Then Sheila went into a drawer and pulled out her digital video camera. She ushered Ian, know in her complete control, to bend over the couch while she filmed. Kyle was hard again and she ordered him to fuck Ian up the ass. Ian squinted as Kyle rammed his dick into him. Sheila caught the action on the camera as Kyle pulled out and jizzed all over his face. It was the best night of Sheila Spotsworth's life. She simply must share it with her colleagues A week later she arranged for her closest three friends to meet her in an abandoned classroom at four in the afternoon and expect a treat. The three women looked bored before Sheila waved Ian in. He was completely naked. Dr. Tracy Yun's mouth dropped and her eyes widened at the sight of the handsome young man's cock. Sheila giggled when she saw Dr. Cindy Hines rush forward and stroke Ian's massive unit. Dr. Karen Bruni kissed his chest while massaging his firm ass. The three women kissed and licked all over his body before focusing on his beautiful wand, which had plenty of room for all three to share. As her friends were distracted Sheila ushered in the other three nude college boys. The women gratefully welcomed Kyle and Ian's two buddies Trevor and Adam with kisses to their unimpressive dicks. The professors looked on in confusion as Spotsworth pulled Ian to his knees then collectively screamed in shock and lust as he engulfed Adams dick. Adam came immediately and the women cooed as he swallowed the load. They stripped nude as Sheila led Ian to bend over the desk. Kyle and Trevor took their turns fucking him in the ass as Sheila smothered his face with her pussy. The erudite women looked on in wonder when thetwo blasted Ian in the face with their jizz. Finally the four teachers got fucked one by one as Ian made them cum in just a few strokes with his giant cock. Sheila Spotsworth rejoiced as she took her paramour's sizable load to her face. A good time was had by all. Professor Summers Teaches A Lesson I taught an art class at the local school around the corner. You wouldn't think I'd have many male students in my class but I did. I had twelve students in total, eight of which were male. I had heard the female students bitching about it how it was only because I was twenty-three and had a slim body with full busty breasts and an almost perfect hourglass figure. I always smiled at this comment. I kind of felt flattered rather than upset. My class was on the third floor with my office adjoining the room. When I entered the room the class fell silent. I locked the door. "Okay class I would like someone to help me with a class project. Since you are all over eighteen, then you can decide whether you want to do it for yourself. Its a bit more risqué than you would normally do but I think you will all enjoy it. I will be the female form but we also need a male one. Is anyone willing." Of course all the guys hands lifted. "There will be nudity involved." Three hands fell. "Nudity of you guys." Three more hands fell. Two remained. Jean-Luc and Cody. Both of them had trim taught bodies. Cody had soft brown hair in a bowl or mushroom cut and clear grey eyes. Jean-Luc's hairdo often resulted in spiky blonde tips with black re-growth and brown eyes. "Come here you two." They stood and joined me out the front of class. "I think we will have to vote on this one." I turned to each boy. "Turn around you two so you can't see your votes. Okay people, hands up for Cody." Five hands reached into the air. "And Jean-Luc?" The other five hands flew up. "Damn." I cursed silently knowing I'd have to break the tie. Whichever one I didn't choose would hate me. "Professor Summers, how about tossing a coin, if you can't make up your mind." One of the girls piped up. I smiled relieved. "I have a coin if you want to borrow it." I nodded. "Thanks Amber." She tossed me the coin. "Call it." Each said a different one. "Cody is heads and Jean-Luc is tails." I flipped the coin. Everyone watched it go up. The world seemed to slow down as the coin flipped. I could actually see the coin face. Heads. Tails. Heads. Tails. Then the world started to go in fast forward and I lost count of the spins. It hit the ground and bounced. It bounced onto its side and rolled away under my low desk. "Damn." The boys help push the desk away. Heads, I let out a silent relieved sigh. I actually wanted it to be Cody if I had to choose between the two. "Heads. Congratulations Cody. I'm sorry Jean-Luc." He shrugged and sat back down. "Okay people while I discuss it with Cody here I want you to draw the vase of flowers." A few groans. "Now, Cody, follow me." I took him into my office to explain exactly what we were going to do. "Until the class gets used to us we will start with clothes and slowly take them off or wear less. So it make takes a few weeks. We will also try different positions like standing and kneeling and sitting down among other things. Different objects and stuff will be involved as well. I may also incorporate costumes in various themes. Today we will continue with still life and next lesson we will move to us being models. Though I would like to talk with you after this lesson so we can get more acquainted before we actually start this." He nodded obediently. "So do you have any questions?" He shook his head. "Good. Well I think we can get back to class now." I walked around the rows of easels and observed everyone's pictures. Everyone did well. None of my students were untalented. They could all draw and sculpt and whatever else we were doing so I knew that the new experiment would be good. Maybe even real enough to be pornographic. I could feel myself getting wet over the thoughts of being naked with Cody. I paused behind Jean-Luc and rested my hand gently on his back and looked at his picture. "Very nice. Good job." He nodded, turned and smiled at me. I then moved to others in the class. Handing out similar comments to them all. As the bell rang the class packed up their belongings and left. Cody packed slower than the rest. I walked behind his easel and looked at his progress. "Beautiful Cody. Just wonderful." I touched his shoulder. He thanked me. "Can you wait in my office? I just have to do something quickly. He walked in and I smiled to myself. I locked the classroom door and opened and closed a few drawers pretending to busy myself with something important as I pulled off my panties and hid them in the bottom drawer. I then entered my office and quietly locked the door behind me. "So Cody, would you like to know anything about me?" I sat on the front of my desk in front of him and seductively crossed my legs. I hitched my knee length skirt up my legs a bit and looked at him. He shifted a bit in his seat when I did this. I smiled. "Don't be shy. You can ask me anything. Even something personal." I looked into his stunning grey eyes. "Or maybe I could start. I'll go easy on the personal questions for a bit if you want." He shook his head. I pulled my chair around in front of him and sat down on it to face him. "N-no. I can g-go first if yo-you want." He stuttered. It sounded strange. He had never stuttered before. I placed my hand on his knee and laughed. He stiffened under my touch. I pretended not to notice and acted like it was natural to have my hand there. "It's okay. You don't have to be nervous. Pretend like its we're in class, just a normal conversation like in class." He nodded dumbly, speechless for the moment. "So what's your first question?" I moved my hand slowly up his leg a little. I watched him watch my hand. He then looked up at me. I looked down at my hand and moved it another inch. And watched a tent start to form in his pants. I smiled at him. And looked into his eyes again. "So what's your first question?" I prompted again. He looked down into his crotch. I slowly pushed my hand further up his leg. He gave a small gasp. "I..." He started. "You..." He tried again. "Um..." He stared blankly at me for a second as though gathering his thoughts. I giggled and pulled my chair closer so our knees were less than a centimeter away from each other. I put my hand back on his leg and slid it further than before. His cock seemed to be straining in his pants. I could feel my pussy glistening wet. He moaned softly as my fingertips brushed his cock head. He half thrust into my hand. "Professor..." he moaned thrusting into my hand again. "We shouldn't..." I nodded feeling myself getting wetter. "Tish. Call me Tish." I slid into his lap and started to undo his zipper. "I know we shouldn't but can you stop now?" I knew that I would probably be soaking into his pants with my wetness. He bucked up before I could touch his cock head. I unleashed his nine incher and watched as his pre-cum oozed out. I wanted to taste him so I bent forward and licked it. He was salty, musky and creamy all at the same time. I ran my fingernail from tip to base to tip again. He shuddered and bucked again under me. I stood then positioned myself over him. I lowered onto his cock and it filled my tight hole and penetrated deeply. I moaned with him. I bounced up and down in his lap as I fucked him. He moaned louder as I bounced. He thrust in unison with me. "Oh god Cody!" Cody gripped my ass cheeks and bounced me. Bringing me harder down on top of him. I started to cum. "Tish! God! Tish!" He screamed my name. I came harder as he called out my name. "God, I'm cumming." I could feel him try to push me off his lap before he exploded into me. I kept bouncing. "Tish-" He started. "Professor-" I kept going. "I don't want to-" "I want you to Cody. Cum into my Cody. Fill me with your seed." I bounced harder and refused to move. He couldn't hold back and filled me with his sweet hot cum. I rode him till he was soft then climbed off him. I kissed him deeply, my tongue probed into his mouth. "Thank you Cody. See you next lesson. Remember to wear something sexy." I winked and turned to leave the room leaving him gasping in the seat. "Don't forget to lock up when you leave." He nodded at me and I left.