He had to get home. He had a date with Bethany. Bethany was a hot little redhead that he had met at a frat party a couple of weeks ago. They had both gotten drunk enough that they ended up half naked in the back of his truck. Bethany paid no attention to the people who occasionally wandered by as she rode his hard cock like a bull rider in a rodeo. He was sure that about half the campus had watched as her full D tits bounced up and down with her wild bucking and grinding.
She wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, hell; she might even be a butter knife really. He didn’t care. He wasn’t planning on marrying her and having a litter of future rocket scientists. He was just horny and she was easy. He was looking forward to getting his dick wet again and she was a sure bet. He got home and ran through the shower, shaved and dressed in record time.
By 7:45 he was waiting in front of Bethany’s dorm. She had agreed to meet him at the truck so that he didn’t have to come into the lobby to be gawked at by the girls without plans sitting in the lobby watching “Cheaters’ or some equally retarded bullshit. Bethany bounced down the steps wearing a short tube dress and sandals. Her big tits bounced up and down with every step and Paul felt a bulge in his khaki shorts.
They skipped dinner and went to the local dive that everyone hung out at. Playing pool with some of Bethany’s friends, Paul watched as all the guys stared every time Bethany bent over the pool table to shoot. Half of them wear watching her tits graze the table and the other half were admiring the half-moons peeking from under her short dress. Paul didn’t care. He didn’t feel possessive at all. He was just looking forward to fucking her and speaking of that, it was time to order her some shots.
After several rounds of flaming tequila shots, Bethany was primed and ready to be had. She was draping herself all over him. After excusing herself to go to the little girl’s room, she returned to straddle him in his chair. As she sat, facing him, she leaned down and whispered that it was time to get out of there. Paul agreed and they paid their tab, said their goodbyes and left. They went to Paul’s apartment. His roommate had flunked out last semester and left him alone there until he could find a roommate to replace him. The privacy was nice. Especially when you wanted to get a little strange.
Bethany wasted no time. She reached around and pulled her tube top over her head, exposing that she was only wearing the pair of red thong panties the whole bar had gotten a partial view of earlier. She sat back on the couch and slid off her sandals while sliding a hand into her panties to massage the wet spot he could see forming in her panties.
Not taking an eye off of her little production, Paul began to undress himself. By the time he was naked, he was rock hard from watching her finger fuck herself. She apparently like the look of it and pulled herself forward on the couch, pulling him towards her and wrapping her lips around his cock, sucking him off. He watched her head bob up and down on his cock while looking up at him like a porn star in a video. It felt great but he wanted to fuck her.
Pulling away from Bethany’s hot open mouth, Paul pulled her up and moved her around to the side of the couch, where he bent her over the overstuffed arm. With her tight little cunt angled up towards him he wasted no time easing into it. He just drove it home with one swift move as she squealed out. He never broke stride, fucking her hard while she moaned and screamed out.
He reached around her and began to massage her clit with his finger as he thrust his rock hard cock into her wet slit over and over. He felt her quiver beneath him as she screamed that she was coming. He felt her come several more times between the fingering and the pussy pounding he was dishing out to the little nymph. She was dripping wet and so fucking tight. He felt an orgasm welling up inside him. He was going to come. Right when he was about to explode, he pulled out and flipped her over, jerking off all over her big tits and flat belly.
Damn, that was fantastic. He dropped onto a nearby chair as Bethany gathered herself up and went to the bathroom to wash up. Once she was dressed, he ducked into the bathroom to tidy himself up as well. He got dressed and came back out to find Bethany passed out on the couch already. He tossed a blanket over her and went to bed. Probably a dick move but he didn’t really care.
The next morning, he awoke to find that Bethany was already gone. He tried to call to make sure she had made it home okay but just got her voice mail. He just assumed that she did and got ready for class. He had classes all day today and then practice this afternoon. It was going to be a long day.
As Paul took practice swings at the side of the practice field, he noticed someone sitting on the nearby bleachers. It was Professor Aldridge. What was she doing here? He’d never noticed her here before. He motioned for the pitcher to stop and stepped over towards the fence close to where she sat. She was reading something and didn’t seem to be aware of his presence. He noticed that she looked sad.
“Hey, Professor Aldridge. You were thinking about trying out for the baseball team?” Paul quipped. She looked up, seeming disoriented for a moment and Paul noted that she looked like she might have been crying. “No,” she laughed nervously. “I, I...well, I was just sitting her looking over some documents” she continued. Paul smiled at her and tipped his cap towards her, “Alright, I’ll let you get back to it. See you in class” he finished. She nodded and smiled and began packing away whatever she was reading into the portfolio she had lying next to her. He watched out of the corner of her eye as moved off the bench and up the hill away from the field.
There was nothing abnormal about the next session of English Literature other than Professor Aldridge seemed a bit out of sorts. She lost her place a couple of times and once seemed to lose her train of thought altogether. She quickly picked back up and continued though, so it still didn’t seem too odd. Mary Beth, who sat behind Paul leaned forward and whispered, “Man, she seems like she is taking it pretty hard doesn’t she?”
Paul turned a little and raised an eyebrow, “Taking what pretty hard?” he asked. Mary Beth responded, “My Mom said her husband left her for his administrative assistant and that he filed for divorce.” Paul looked at Mary Beth incredulously. Someone was leaving a woman that seemed so damn perfect to him? What the fuck was his problem he wondered. “Damn” was all he said, as he turned back around to look at the professor again.
Later that evening, Paul arrived at the library for his study group. Once again, he was the only one there. He waited for the Professor, who arrived just moments after he did. “Well,” she said solemnly as she entered the room. “It appears that it will just be the two of us again today, Paul. Apparently, no one is interested in learning more than what I can offer them in class.” She looked so sad. Paul felt the urge to just hug her but knew it was inappropriate.
“Okay, I guess so then” said Paul. He picked up his stuff and moved over to the table they had used last week and waited for her to take a seat beside him. She sat down beside him and said nothing. After a moment, she began talking about the material they covered that day and asked if he had any particular questions. The whole time she looked as if she were on the verge of tears. He asked her about the symbolism in the actions of the man character because it was always a question on pop quizzes and eluded him.
She began to answer but then paused. “Paul, I’m sorry. I just don’t think I can do this tonight. I know you need the help but I just have too much on my mind. Would you mind if we stopped here for today?” she asked.
“Sure, “Paul offered. He continued, “Look professor, I know I shouldn’t say anything but a classmate told me about your husband and obviously he’s a complete fool. I can’t imagine how anyone could be as great a catch as you.”
She looked at him and unexpectantly burst into tears, sobbing quietly beside him. Paul wasn’t sure what to do. As if by instinct, he put his arm around her and pulled her head onto his shoulder in a hug. She lay against him like that for a moment, crying before suddenly realizing what she was doing and pulling away. “Oh God, Paul. I’m sorry. This is so inappropriate of me. P
lease forgive me. I shouldn’t be crying to one of my students” she said.
Paul looked at her and reached up, brushing a bit of hair from her eyes. “It’s okay. There is no one here but us and I won’t tell anyone that you are human” he said with a slow smile. She chuckled and looked back at him. Then, she didn’t know what came over her; she leaned forward and began kissing him. It was a long, slow kiss that he felt all the way down to his toes and he pulled her in to kiss her more deeply. They sat there like that for a few minutes, just kissing like two long lost lovers. Thank God the reading room had blinds all around.
Suddenly, she stopped. “Wow, no…this can’t happen. I don’t know what possessed me to do that” she said. “I’m not complaining” Paul said as he leaned forward and kissed her again. “I’ve wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you in class” he told her. She hesitated for a moment and then thought to herself, “What the hell…I need this and he’s of age”.
“Paul, can we go somewhere else? This is a little too public and we can’t go to my house but I really don’t want to be alone tonight. Would you just spend the evening with me? Nothing has to happen, I just want the company” she said. She knew it was a lie. She knew that if she were alone with this hot young thing, she couldn’t resist her urges. She knew it, but she didn’t care right now.
“Sure, “Paul said. “We can go to my apartment. I live alone and none of the students I know live in my building. You can follow me and come in separately. No one will know who you are visiting. Apartment 38.” he finished.
Rebekah wondered what she was doing as she followed Paul’s truck to his place. She talked herself in and out of this a dozen times along the way and ultimately decided that she was doing this. She waited for a few moments as Paul disappeared into the apartment building before getting out of her car and following him to apartment 38.
She was surprised by his apartment. It was not the typical college flop most of the students lived in. It was actually a very nice, well-kept apartment with nice, if somewhat sparse furnishings. It didn’t look like a 20 year old man lived here, that was for sure. Paul was watching her look around and get her bearings before speaking.
“You want to watch a movie? I have several or we can pull something down from the cable pay per view. I have some wine too if you’d like a glass,” Paul offered. This sounded great to Rebekah. She had not had a simple relaxing evening like this in a very long time. Paul directed her towards his movie stash and she began to thumb through them while he went to fetch the wine.
As they kicked back on the couch and drank their wine, they put in a movie called “The Night is Young”. Neither was really paying attention to it. Rebekah began to tell Paul about her sad situation with her husband, grateful that there was someone to listen and dismissing the fact that all of this was so unprofessional.
After three glasses of wine, both were fairly loosened up and Rebekah was feeling better about her situation. She was also feeling incredibly horny sitting here cuddled up on the couch with Paul. She stopped talking and looked over at him, noting that he was looking at her in a way that seems to mirror her own thoughts. Without further discussion, she reached down and began to unbutton her blouse. Paul just watched. He never said a word as she slid it off to sit there in her camisole. She leaned over and began kissing him again and she felt herself getting moist as his hot young tongue explored her aching mouth.
Paul pulled her up off the couch with him as they continued kissing. He moved with her as he guided her to his bedroom and laid her back across his bed. Bending down, he slowly slid off her shoes before sliding his hands up along her long legs to remove her stockings, pulling her panties down along with them.
With one fluid movement, he pulled her hips toward the edge of the bed allowing her skirt to slide upward so that her crotch was fully exposed to him. He positioned himself between her legs and began exploring her sweet pussy lips with his tongue. She squirmed and moaned as he sucked her clit and pussy lips into his mouth and teased her gently.
He felt her movement on the bed as she began pulling off her camisole and bra so that she lay there naked on his bed with this face buried in her sopping wet pussy. Feeling her buck against him as she came all over his lips and face, he lapped up her juices and began kissing his way up across her stomach, sliding his fingers inside her and slowly moving them in and out. She continued to moan as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, gently nibbling and sucking it before moving up to kiss her open mouth.
As Paul gave her a taste of her own juices with his kiss, he slid his hard staff inside her waiting pussy. He began to pump in and out of her slowly and deeply, feeling her tight pussy walls milking his cock as he fucked her. God, this was better than he had imagined. He couldn’t believe it was happening. He could hear her whimper each time he reached her center with his hard cock. He was nothing short of eight and half inches, not to mention his girth and her tiny little slit was packed full of his hard meat.
“Fuck me, Paul. I want you to fuck me so hard I scream.” she belted out. Paul was so turned on and hearing his professor beg him to fuck her like this was just driving him over the edge. He was very willing to accommodate the request.
Paul slid back off of the bed, repositioning himself so that he was standing on the floor with his cock buried in her pussy at the edge of the bed. Draping her legs up over his shoulders, he grabbed her by the waist and begins pounding into her so hard he was afraid he might hurt her. She was screaming his name and begging for him to fuck her harder. “God, yesssss…fuck me. Ram that big cock of yours in harder” she screamed out. Damn, he didn’t expect this. It was so hot. He obliged and fucked her, slamming his hard cock into her over and over while she screamed and begged some more.
“Jesus, I’m coming” Paul moaned out. With one last thrust, he exploded inside her like a rocket. He moved her legs off his shoulders and climbed onto the bed beside her, facing her and catching his breath. “That was insanely intense” he said finally.
She reached out to touch his cheek and smiled. “I haven’t been fucked like that in so long I had forgotten how great it feels” she said. ‘You know, I know you need an A in my class and I could use this kind of attention on a regular basis. What would you think if we skip the study classes from now on, I just give you a decent grade and we keep doing this instead? I’m a little rusty, but I think I have a few tricks I can teach you that you’d like. It will be mutually beneficial” she said.
Paul beamed at her. Finally, something that he was good at in school. “I think that sounds like a great plan. I’m looking forward to the rest of the semester”.
Professor Gets It
Kevin licked his lips and brushed his hair off his forehead. Class started in minutes and he still wasn’t prepared. He scrambled to stuff his materials into his leather satchel. Teaching history to a group of college kids definitely had its challenges. He thought the position would be a walk in the park when he was hired. He’d been working at Brooks University for a little over six months. Not having to make kids sit still or pay attention in class seemed like a dream. He had left an exhausting career as a high school history teacher for Brooks, but sometimes he wished he’d gone into another profession altogether.
After walking through the doors of the classroom, Kevin laid his satchel on his desk. He looked up to a sea of young, bright faces. The ones in the front were smiling, ready with their pencils. They were eager to do well. The students in the back were slouched over or frowning. Some were even asleep. Kevin cleared his throat and began. The topic was the Civil War and he was ready to wing it.
For the next hour, Kevin lectured on how the war began, a few events early in the war and Abe Lincoln’s opposition to cessation. He was reminding the students of next week’s exam when he caught a glimpse of a young lady in the front row. She was wearing a skirt and her legs had parted open. Had she done it on purpose? Kevin stumbled over his words briefly, and then quickly got back on track. As the students were filin
g out, he glanced back over to the girl wearing the skirt. She was still sitting at her desk looking at him. Her knees were apart and he could vaguely make out a swirl design on her pink panties. Kevin swallowed hard and looked away. He was both excited and ashamed. Had she seen him? Had she done it on purpose? He wasn’t sure.
She waited until everyone had left the room, then she stood up. She was very pretty. She had shoulder length, dark brown hair. Her skin was olive colored and her eye’s were bright blue. Kevin swallowed hard as she approached him. Kevin knew he was average looking at best. He stood 5’10” and had short dark hair. He was pale, scrawny and had dark brown eyes.
“Hi, I was wondering if you could give me some tips for how to study for the test next week,” she said giving him a warm smile.
Of course, she just wanted help. Kevin decided to take his brain out of the gutter for a minute.
“Sure, reread the chapter and highlight the big events. Also, study the notes I’ve given in lecture. If you do that, you should be fine,” Kevin said effortlessly.
She thanked him and walked toward the door. Kevin turned around to gather his materials. He heard a shuffling of feet behind him. He turned around to see her standing there. This time, she looked a bit nervous.
“Um, my name is Shelby by the way,” she said extending her hand. “I know a lot of professors don’t know their students names, especially in big lecture halls.”
This introduction excited Kevin slightly. Was she looking to make with him to get an A in class? No, he decided it was just him latching onto a fantasy.
“Right, and I’m Kevin, Professor Walker,” Kevin said as he shook her hand. “If you need more help, my office is down the hall to the right.”
“Ok, I’ll keep that in mind,” Shelby said with a devilish smile. She quickly turned and walked away.
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