Scholastic Affairs

By Oppswalla.


An array of colors littered the sky as a gust of wind scattered the paper like a splash of warmth across everything. The dropping leaves this time of the year were spectacular in the small town.

Worsec University was a small liberal arts college nestled in a little town that seemed like a portal to an earlier time. The quaint streets and grid of sidewalks were adorned with pristine landscaping. The crosswalks and storefronts maintained the character of their origin. No one worried about walking late or being in an alley after dark, and probably half the town never locked their vehicles or front doors.

Professor Allen Sedgwick listened to the rhythmic tap of his shoes on the concrete as he briskly journeyed past the park and towards the campus lawn. His home was a short walk from his lecture hall, which made it pleasant to prepare for class each day.

His computer and notes were tucked into his dark-stained leather bag, which was slung over his shoulder, atop the pad of his tweed jacket. A warm cup of coffee heated his insides as he sipped it along the way.

The brick building swelled in his view as he approached, and the congestion of students increased the closer he got. The chatter buzzed amongst the students near the entrance.

A pair of eyes would catch his, and he’d nod in recognition. A smile, nod, or wave would be returned. Terry, one of his more dedicated students, stood near the door as he approached.

Sedgwick nodded as he approached the young man, “Terry.”

“Hey, Prof, looking forward to the discussion today,” the young man said.

“Oh, great! Hopefully, I can keep at least half the class from dozing off for the first half,” Sedgwick jested.

Terry politely opened the door for him, and the Professor thanked him before making his way down the halls.

The hall’s speckled flooring was edged in beautiful oak molding, and solid wood doors led to each room.

His destination was at the end of the hall. He looked forward to his few minutes of arriving in an empty room before his students clamored in to fill the seats.

On his desk, he emptied his satchel piece by piece. His laptop was placed in the center of the desk, then his handwritten notes just to the right corner, and a pen to the left of that. Sipping his coffee and opening his computer, he pressed the power button and waited for the start screen to load.

The sounds of students pouring into the halls chattered from outside the room, like a leaky faucet slowly becoming worse. The flow then trickled through the door, slowly gaining volume until there were more filled seats than empty ones.

Sedgwick peered over the nearly full lecture hall. Most chattered to their neighbors, glanced at their notes, or loaded their computers.

As his eyes crawled over the tapestry of young adults, they stopped for a moment on a set of eyes, peering directly into his. As they met, the beautiful blonde bit the bottom of her lip, as a swell of breath rose in her, almost like a light gasp. Her piercing blue eyes did not move or shift away from his, as he felt the warm flood of blood working its way to below his belt.

Sedgwick took a deep breath, happy to be behind his desk, and glanced back over his notes, hoping to cool down from the brief exchange.

The last few students filed in, taking their seats. The Professor had focused all his attention on the subject he was about to present.

“We will be continuing our dive into conditioned triggers and the physiological responses associated with them. For those who missed the lecture yesterday, we covered the process of conditioning, both in an intentional and unintentional case.”

As his eyes shifted across the room, they paused at a particular angle. Within this view, Sedgwick locked on a gaze meeting his, peering upward from her desk, the glisten of perspiration forming across her brow.

He couldn’t help but notice her soft hand, with pink polish coating her nails, was resting on her thigh. Her little skirt was hiked up a little under her desk, showing a little pink pair of panties, with a dark wet spot forming at the conjunction of her legs.

Their eyes locked for a moment, her lip curling to a smirk, before he stumbled over his words for a second, and broke from the look.

The Professor made a conscious effort to avoid looking at her section of the room as he peered across the students and spoke.

Allen sighed a breath of relief as this period’s lecture had finally arrived. Unlike the first class, his next class was filled with no further surprises, and lunch break had come quickly.

Retiring to his office, after collecting his lunch pail, he closed the door behind himself and flopped into his comfortable leather desk chair.

A ferocious appetite had overcome him, as he pounded down the simple sandwich he had made for himself the night before.

Allen turned his chair and stood up, walking to his window to watch the beautiful day for a moment. A slight breeze pushed across the terrain, students sauntered from one part of campus to another, while others sat on the grass and watched the sky or read a book.

Flashes from this morning of Mina’s wet little panties invaded his serenity, causing his member to swell once again. Luckily, he was in the privacy of his office and had time to try to redirect his thoughts before returning to the room where he’d finish out his classes for the day.

Allen had never indulged in any sort of indiscretion in his career, despite the countless gorgeous young women to whom he could have given more attention. Why this little minx had such a grip on his brain had him quite flustered.

As Sedgewick walked up to his modest house, the sundown came with a breezy chill. He was glad to step into the warmth and pour himself a bourbon.

The silence in his house was deafening, and his general sense of unrest nagged at him. Thoughts of the day passed through his mind, but the one that gripped him most was following the piercing blue eyes down below the desk…

His cock filled quickly, straining against the fabric of his trousers. Leaning back in his recliner, he undid his pants and let his aching member spring out from its confines. Spitting in his hand, he lubed his shaft and began pumping it’s length, imagining the sounds of the wet little cunt bouncing on his dick.

Shortly after starting, he erupted, blasting his seed across his chest, the post-nut clarity reminding him that he couldn’t cross that boundary.

The following day, Sedgewick, determined to focus on his lecture, found himself looking anywhere but towards Mina. If he simply just didn’t look her way…he wouldn’t notice the tight form fitting sweater, failing to hide her hard nipples peeking out from her braless tits. Nor would he noticed the black lace panties hiding very little between her spread… “fuck,” he looked.

Their eyes locked, and his brain failed him. He tripped over his words for a second. Her gaze pierced right through him as she placed the capped end of her pin to her lips, swirled her tongue around the tip, and smirked.

Looking away and walking back behind his desk, he regained his composure, continuing with the lecture and glad to hide his arousal from the entire class.

Reminded of his resolve, he continued to avoid looking her way until the class came to an end. At least that would be the end of that today.

The evening eventually came with a cold autumn downpour. The heavy raindrops smacking his office window reminded him of his umbrella hanging from the coat rack.

What a gloomy fucking night,’ he thought to himself as he trudged across the wet sidewalk towards faculty parking.

Perhaps it was the weather, but Allen thought of the meals he could make at home and just didn’t feel like making the effort. So, instead of taking his usual path home, he drove towards town.

Virgil’s was a quaint little pub with dim lighting and decent prices. A simple hot sandwich sounded good to him. Pulling up and parking on the street, he stepped out and ran under the building’s awning, trying to avoid getting drenched.

Circumventing the “wait to be seated” sign, he trod to the bar and took a seat.

A raven-haired, slender girl (likely a student in her last year or two of classes at the university) turned and smiled his way, acknowledging his entrance. Her black, collared button-up work shirt was left open at the top few buttons, displaying her delicate collarbone and teased at what looked like perfectly shaped B-cup breasts below. Her pants accentuated her round little ass that protruded from her tight body.

Sedgewick scolded himself internally for his lingering gaze. That’s the problem with university towns: eye candy everywhere, and all off limits.

After taking drinks to a table across the room, the attractive young woman approached him on the other side of the bar.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“Yeah,” he paused, considering his options, “how about a shot of Jack, and juicy haze on tap. ”

“Got it,” she said, turning around and leaning down to the shelf below, her shirt rising, and exposing the black thong just above her pants line. The pants clung to her cute ass, barely hiding it’s inviting shape.

Again, Allen forced himself not to linger on the sight long. Standing back up, she grabbed a shot glass, poured the whiskey, turned, grabbed a pint glass, and poured his beer.

Taking both in her long, slender fingers, she set them in front of him and leaned over the bar. His eyes dropped for just a moment, noticing the space between her shirt and her chest, offering a delectable view of her assets. Quickly, he caught himself and met her smiling gaze.

“Are we ordering any food? Fancy a menu?”

“I think I’ll just get your tuna melt.”

“Perfect, I’ll get that in for you.”

“Thank you,” Allen said and smiled politely.

The nimble woman sped off toward the kitchen, disappearing behind a door.

He grabbed his glass and tossed the shot back, and thought to himself, ‘Allen, you really need a sex life. Something to relieve the pressure of all these students.’

His lack of relationships or sex life wasn’t due to his looks, but more so a lack of effort. Between teaching and house chores, he really hadn’t made time to get out, get involved in much, or try a dating app.

Another swig of the beer.

His food arrived shortly after.

“Everything looks alright?” The bartender asked as she placed it down in front of him.

While the food did look good, he’d much rather taste her. “Yes, thank you,” he said.

The sandwich was good enough. What could you really expect from a sandwich?

“Professor S!”

Sedgewick knew that voice, and by the time he placed it, the face that matched it was in front of him. Terry was probably about 23, with brown hair and blue eyes. He was probably about 5’8″ and pretty much a swimmer’s build. He had a cute face and a great smile.

“Terry, what a pleasant surprise.”

“I don’t want to interrupt you…”

“You’re not,” Allen said with a warm smile, ” but you will have to excuse me if I’m hungry, and may have to devour this sandwich in front of you.”

Terry chattered on about class, college life, and then caught Allen’s attention at the mention of Mina.

“Yeah, think I may have found the one. She’s beautiful, she’s smart…” Allen couldn’t help but wonder if Mina was really one to settle down, but tried to choke back the thought of Mina’s gestures in his classroom.

“Oh, that’s wonderful, Terry. She’s a very pretty girl and does quite well in class.” Sedgewick didn’t feel like trying to convince Terry of anything and felt like he should just let young romance or whatever it was run its course.

After a few more minutes of chatting, Allen paid his bill to the bartender and excused himself to head home.

Allen was glad that the next day was Friday, and he’d get to relax a little.

Not wanting to get wrapped up in his thoughts of Mina and Terry and whatever that whole thing would turn out like, he put on a show to distract himself until tiredness overtook him.

Friday started fairly warm with a gloomy light rain. Allen much preferred the sunny fall days. At least he had warm coffee to get him through it.

As the Professor readied himself for his lecture, he looked up and glanced across the room as the students filled the empty spaces. A few rows back, he could see Terry seated next to Mina. She came in with a sweater jacket over her salmon-colored tank top and a skirt. She had removed the sweater upon arrival, showing off her beautiful neck and perfectly sized breasts. Her hard nipples pressed against the fabric.

He quickly averted his eyes and looked back at his notes.

Halfway through class, as he was speaking, he again caught eyes with Mina. She let a half smile creep up as he noticed her legs open below. Her hand crept below the desk and quickly circled over the fabric of her light blue panties, then placed her finger up to her lip and flicked her tongue over it. A dark patch of blue formed along her slit.

He glanced left to see Terry just as oblivious as could be, staring straight ahead attentively, taking in the lecture.

There was absolutely no way that she was not 100% intentional in her actions. If only Terry were aware.

Sedgewick played it safe and avoided looking at Mina as he had the previous days.

As the day progressed, a cold front pushed into the area. Heavy rain was coming down and slowly turning to sleet. Allen paused at the parking lot exit, looking through the doors, and realizing he had rushed in without his umbrella this morning. Not that it would do much good with the way the wind was blowing.

Taking a breath, he pushed through the doors and hurried to his car, slipping in the door as quickly as possible as the mixture pelted the windshield.

Slightly wet, he had at least succeeded at not getting soaked. Turning on his car and letting it warm for a minute as he adjusted to the temperature, he took several more deep breaths.

The ground was not cold enough for the roads to get slick, and he made a decent pace driving. As he turned onto his street, he noticed a sopping wet figure walking along the sidewalk. Slowing down to better see, he made out a blonde in a white sweater…

Pulling up to the curb, he swung the passenger door open and hollered, “Mina, get in!”

As she turned to see it was her Professor, she ran to the car and jumped in, closing the door behind her.

“What are you doing, walking in this without a coat or…you have to be freezing.” She was visibly chilled and shivering.

Her hair was soaked, her clothes were soaked, and her nipples peeped out from behind her sweater.

“I was getting a ride with a friend, and we got into an argument, so she left me on the side of the road. I wouldn’t have ever wanted to walk in this weather without more appropriate clothing.”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, Mina.”

“I appreciate you picking me up, Professor Sedgewick.”

“My house is just down the street, we can get you warmed up and some dry clothes there. I can’t let you stay in this condition.” Sedgwick’s paternal instincts kicked in, completely ignoring his others.

He pulled into his garage, turned off the car, and said, “Let’s get you inside.”

They both hopped out simultaneously, and he opened the door while pressing the garage door button.

“Um, if you want…” he grabbed a robe from the laundry room and handed it to her. You can go to the bathroom right down the hall and get out of your wet clothes, and I’ll find some sweats or something for you to wear.

“You are a lifesaver, Professor Sedgwick.”

“Call me Allen, since we aren’t in class.”

She smiled warmly at him and then proceeded toward the bathroom.

“There should be towels on the rack you can use to dry your hair.”

“Thank you!” She exclaimed as she disappeared behind the door.

Allen made his way to his bedroom and began opening drawers. Pulling out a pair of gray sweatpants, he checked the size and was glad they had a drawstring.

Then he shuffled to the closet and pulled a blue sweatshirt with a hood from the hanger. It was going to be a bit big, but at least it was dry.

Allen was about 6’1″ and in great shape for his age. He worked out regularly and was not bulky or lanky, but of an average healthy build. A little hair was on his chest, but he wasn’t an overly hairy guy.

He had maintained a full head and well-trimmed beard that had increased in its peppering of gray.

As he stepped around the corner from the bedroom, he almost collided with Mina. Immediately confronted with her directly in front of him, he stuttered, “Oh, Mina…,” but before he could stutter another word, her robe fell open, revealing her bare milky skin.

Her B cup breasts perfectly hung on her delicate frame over her toned and slender stomach. A little mound formed just above her slit. His eyes went wide as she pressed into him and began passionately kissing him.

Her mouth opened, and her tongue invaded his mouth.

Caught off guard and feeling things he hadn’t for some time, he gave in to her passionate onslaught and wrapped his arms around her.

Seconds later, the backup alarm system went off in his brain. “You can’t do this, she’s your student. What if someone found out? And Terry? He couldn’t do this to Terry,” he heard the voice of reason in his head.

Trying to muster every bit of his restraint, he pulled away, “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t…we can’t do this.”

“Allen, we can do this, no one has to know,” she said as he suddenly felt her hand on his stiffening cock. ” I’ve watched the desperation in your eyes for me, pleading with yourself to keep looking, while trying to rip your gaze away.. I know you need this. I need this,” her lips met his again. Her hands placed his on her breasts then returned below his belt, tracing over the head of his cock through his trousers.

Her mouth began nibbling and sucking at his neck, as she caressed him, causing him to gasp in pleasure.

Her hand grabbed his and placed it on the opening of her folds.

“Do you feel how wet I am, Professor? Do you feel how much I want you? I know you probably come home each night and all you can think about are my wet little panties. I know you’ve been pumping that luscious cock of yours wishing you could be here, doing this…”

His last bit of resistance was fading quickly as his finger was coated in her juices.

“But Terry…”

“Don’t you worry about Terry,” she said as she undid his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor. Then Mina pushed his jacket off his shoulders and began unbuttoning his shirt. Pulling it open, she ran her hands along his firm chest and leaned forward, taking a nipple between her lips.

“Oh fuck,” Sedgewick groaned.

Giving in to his desires, he pulled her into him, lifted her by her perfect little ass and carried her into the bedroom. He gently laid her down on the bed and kicked off his boxers.

His cock, aching and hard, came into view. His cock was a good 8.5″ and thick, covered in large veins and a fat mushroom head protruded from the tip. She cooed when she laid eyes on it.

Allen took a handful of one of her breasts, leaned over her and began sucking on her nipple, grazing it with his teeth occasionally, and swirling a tongue over the hard little nub.

“Do you like my breasts, professor?”

“Mmm, they are so perfect,” he responded between sucking on her flesh. Allen shifted his efforts to her other perfect slope, before kissing down her stomach.

“Oh god, yes, professor,” she exclaimed as his mouth slowly made its way over her hip and along her inner thighs.

Mina’s glistening, wet pussy begged for his attention. Only a little patch of hair, neatly trimmed, adorned her mound. Her pussy was beautiful. Like a little hill between her legs, lips peeking out from the middle. His kisses teased along the slit, his tongue carefully and occasionally dipping between her folds.

Her clit was a bit larger than some. An engorged nub, like the tip of a pinky, protruded out of the cloak of her hood. It was substantial enough that he could draw it between his lips and really suck on it.

She cried out as he swirled his tongue around it, then sucked gently at it.

“Fuck yes, eat my wet little pussy, Professor! It’s all yours. You like sucking on my clitty professor? Oh fuck…”

“You have the perfect little pussy Mina,” he said, taking a breath for a moment before diving back in to lap at her hungry hole, circling his tongue around her entrance and then sucking at the slips of her sex, before returning to her glorious nub.

Sedgewick could feel her body trembling as he savored the flavor of her juices flooding his mouth.

“Ooooo, oooo, that feels so fucking good…”

He began to part her opening with his two large fingers as he greedily slurped at her pleasure zone. Sedgewick felt her hand rest on the back of his head, and shove his face harder into her pussy. He furiously picked up his pace, fingers pistoning into her as he flicked his tongue over her nub, slips sucking at it all in rhythm. Her hips thrust against her mouth as squeals carried through the corridor.

“Fuck yes, oh fuck, eat that hungry little pussy. Oh god it feels so good, ooooohh-oooh, fuck, your mouth is so good!”

Her thighs tightened around the sides of his head, “don’t fucking stop! Oh fuck yes! YES! YES! ”

She practically rode his face, as her whole body gyrated, wails filling the air. A wave of flavor filled his mouth as her convulsions ripped across every muscle of her body, spasming, shaking, and moaning.

As her body slowly came down from the wave that had crashed over her, she bit her lip, opened her eyes (glazed from pure bliss) and whispered, “that was so fucking amazing.”

She grasped at him, pulling him up to her lips, kissing him deeply, savoring her juices coating his mouth. His cock resting between her folds, dripping his leaking precum and making her already wet pussy even more so.

Her body shuddered at the feeling as he gently and slowly shifted his hips, teasing between the lips of her swollen mound.

She sucked at his tongue, seemingly enjoying her flavor.

She broke the kiss, and her small hands pushed against his shoulders, signaling him to lie on his back.

Climbing over his pelvis, and pert little tits jiggling below her, she took his throbbing cock and ran her tongue up the shaft, swirling over the head and bringing her lips over it. As she pulled off the mushroom tip, a long thread of precum stretch between it and her mouth. Crawling up him, she shoved her tongue into his mouth. He sucked at her tongue tasting the saltiness he had leaked on her. Then she crawled back down and fondled and sucked at each of this large balls. Cupping them gently and lightly rolling them in her palm, she gazed up at Sedgewick.

“My, what a nice big dick you have for me, Professor. You like seeing my work on it with my pretty little lips and tiny little hands,” she said before plunging her mouth over the head and sucking at it. Her tongue swirled round between sucks and then pressing herself down further, sputtered as she deepthroated down his fat shaft several times.

As she came up for air, she said tauntingly, “Terry would be so jealous of a nice long thick cock like this.”

The image of a sad, pathetic, small dicked Terry beating off popped into his mind briefly, and surprisingly (to him) made his cock jump a bit.

Glug Glug Glug! The wet sounds of her bobbing on his dick, stealing glances up towards him was driving him crazy.

Again, she came up for air. “He could only dream of doing what this big fucking rod is going to do to my pussy. Do you want to wreck my pussy, Professor?”

“Oh god, YES!”

“You want to stretch your sexy little school girl students, tight, soaked cunt?” She bobbed and swirled her tongue again.

“Fuck,” he growled, “I want to plow that little hole so bad.”

“You going to claim my hot cunt and spread me, baby? Make sure I earn my grade?”

Pulling her mouth off his cock, another drip of precum trailed from her lip. She crawled up his body, hovering over his rock-hard member and staring directly into his eyes. Leaning over, she kissed him again, the saltiness of his arousal flooding his mouth.

Sitting back up, with one hand she guided him into her folds, rubbing his cock head up and down the crevice of her pussy lips.

Then she pointed it against her opening and slowly shifted her weight down on him, crying out, and fondling her right breast as she did so.

“Holy fuck, professor, it’s so big and girthy.”

Her tight cunt squeezed, resisting it’s intruder, and he gasped at a lightly she was wrapped around him. A few times, she raised slowly up an inch, and then pushed herself down further along his length until bottoming out.

“Is my pussy tight enough for you professor?” She asked, knowing quite well that her pussy was very tight, especially for him.

“God you have such a tight little pussy Mina”

“Yeah, does that young school girl pussy hug your cock so good?”

“So fucking good.”

She raised her hips again, to the tip of his cock, squeezing purposely at his head, and lowering us a little before rising back up, now her hand circling her clit. The other hand gripped his cock has she pulled herself off of it, then quickly plunged again. His cock bottomed out in her, as she began frantically riding him.

“Oh professor, you’re going to make me cum again!”

She sped up and bounced with complete abandon on his dick, her body tensing up for a second time, about to go over a cliff of ecstacy.

Her hole pumped at his rod, spasming around it, sending him to the edge as well.

“Oh fuck, ooooohh fuck I’m gonna cum,” he growled as he struggled to push her off him, immediately confronted with the risk of…

Amidst her moans, she cried, “god yes, fill my little pussy with your cum, professor. I want all of your cum,” and she went hog wild on his cock,

It was too late for him to resist. Her cunt had him powerless as jets of hot jizz flooded the cavity of her sex.

The smell of sweat and cum lingered in the air as they both slowly came down, and she flopped to his side.

“That was fucking amazing,” she said as she wiped the sweat from her brow.

“I shouldn’t have cum in you,” post nut clarity was now filling his mind with guilt on what he had just done.

“I’m on birth control, and I wasn’t going to let you cum any other way, professor,” she chided. “I do think, however, I should get back so my roommate doesn’t think something horrible happened. I’m supposed to study with her in a little bit.”

“Oh, yeah…uh…yeah, we should…probably get you back.” She climbed out of bed, her perfect little ass swaying as she grabbed the robe, the sweats, and made her way to the bathroom.

Allen sat up, gathered his clothes, and began dressing. Then went to the kitchen to wash his hands and face.

The car ride back to Mina’s dorm was silent. An air of awkward shame hovered above Sedgewick. He had crossed the line he had never crossed before—the line he said he never would.,

As he pulled up to the curb by her building, she looked over at him with her big blue eyes, leaned in, and kissed him.

“I had a really good time, Professor. I’m looking forward to the next time.”

Allen prepared to state how this was something he couldn’t ever do again, but before he could open his mouth, she dashed out the door.

*****

Terry hunched over his desk, looking over his notes from class over the last several days. He had always maintained the discipline to keep up with his studying and achieve good grades. It also helped that Jake, his roommate, kept busy with extracurricular activities, leaving their dorm room empty and quiet.

Leaning back and stretching his arms for a moment, Terry picked up his phone. Still nothing from Mina. That was odd; he at least expected to hear something by now. Fighting the urge to text her and seem too needy, he set his phone down and focused back on his notes.

A knock at the door caught Terry off guard, and he almost fell out of his chair. The noise was in stark contrast to the almost silent room.

“Come in,” he said, standing up.

As he approached the door, Mina, wearing an oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants, stepped in. Without a word, she stepped up to him and immediately locked lips with him. While kissing, he gently shoved the door closed and turned the lock. Then, he found himself pushed against the wall.

“Mmm, I’m sorry, I’ve just been really horny this evening and wanted you,” Mina panted as she pulled away from their kiss. Her hands were trailing over his chest.

Guiding him to his bed, she pushed him down on it. Knowing better than to offer anything but compliance, he threw his shirt off over his head, revealing his sculpted torso. Leaning over him, she hooked her fingers on the waistband of his sweats and yanked them down. He was going commando, so his dick sprang up as it was freed from the sweats.

His penis was already on it’s way to full mast, albeit unimpressive. It was 4.2″, and not really thick. The head almost came to a point, a little smaller in circumference than the skinny shaft.

Of course, Terry, like most guys, was a little self-conscious of his little dick, but he had never had problems with girls, and currently one of the hottest girls on campus seemed quite delighted to use what he was packing.

“Mm, it looks like little Terry is happy to see me, too,” Mina said, wrapping her fingers around his throbbing pole.

For a second, Terry wondered about that choice of words, but dismissed it as nothing to worry about.

Her lips wrapped around his head as she gently pumped, and then swirled her tongue around its head. After a few bobs of her head, she pulled him out of her mouth, letting her saliva coat his member.

“I want you inside me right now,” she practically growled. Shucking off the sweats, she revealed her beautiful, almost naked form. She peeled down her panties and set them on the bed next to Terry as she crawled up his body and hovered her glistening, wet sex just above his.

Terry couldn’t help but noticed her very wet, red puffy pussy, and wondered if she had been masturbating just before now.

Taking hold of his erection, she lowered herself onto him. As his dick split open her cunt, he was amazed at how wet she was. He also couldn’t help but notice the lack of resistance he usually felt from her very tight, very little hole. But again, who knows, she could’ve been playing with a toy before deciding she wanted to come over and feel the real thing.

Her gaping pussy gobbled his dick easily, as she went straight down, him bottoming out, without easing on to him at all. Usually, she’d stretch herself slowly over him.

Terry let out a little moan. Sure, it may not be the tightest he’s felt her, but no young guy was going to turn this pleasure away.

At first she rocked her hips, grinding against his pelvis, his dick as deep as it could go. The sloppy noises squished from her very wet cunt.

Like an animal, she dug her nails into his chest and began riding him frantically, bouncing fast and hard.

One hand crept to her clit as she began furiously circling it, and slapping it, all while riding his cock. His hands grasped her perfect breasts, and he began thrusting his hips into her.

“Fuck, you must’ve been horny,” he said as this wild woman went crazy on his dick.

“Oh god, I was so fucking horny Terry. I needed to feel you inside of me.”

Her walls squeezed around his dick, still not offering the grip he had come to love.

“Fuck me hard Terry, that’s it, pound my little pussy,” she wailed.

That was all it took to push Terry over the edge. His body tensed, and then in an almost effeminate tone, moaned out, “I’m gonna…I’m cumming.”

“Oh fuck yes Terry, fill that pussy with cum,” she exclaimed as it caused her to bounce faster and harder.

“Oooh” he pathetically cooed as his dick spurted, painting her insides with copious amounts of cum. She slowed her bounce to a halt as his orgasm came to an end, still quickly petting her clit, until she shuddered on top of him,

“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming too.”

While it wasn’t an earth-shattering orgasm for her, and it was brief, it was still an orgasm.

His rapidly softening prick, slipped out from her vagina, as cum started spilling out on to his shrinking member.

“That felt so good,” Terry groaned in post coital bliss.

“Mmm, so much cum,” she said as she traced her pussy with her fingers.

“Would you do something for me?” She asked Terry

“Anything, babe, what is it?”

“Well, it’s just this thing that kind of turns me on and I’ve always wanted to try it…”

“You don’t have to be shy with me, Mina.”

“I want to ride your face while you eat my pussy.”

“But I just…”

“I know, that’s the part that turns me on…”

“I’ve never tasted my…”

“Can we try? If you don’t like it, we can stop. For me?” she asked, making a pouty face.

“I’ll do anything for you, Mina.”

With that she shimmied up his body, grabbed him by the hair and shoved his face into her sloppy cum filled pussy. Grinding her hips into his face, she was nearly smothering him.

He lapped and sucked, as the salty remnants coated his mouth, tongue, cheeks, chin and lips. The flavor wasn’t exactly bad, and in fact, Terry found it better than expected. He also was surprised at how much he must’ve cum. It seemed endless, the white liquid that was pouring out from her spent hole.

“God, yes, Terry. Eat that cum filled pussy. God, yes, that feels so good. I’m going to have you loving this, because i want to do this every time you fuck me now…” she exclaimed, her body once again tensing.

He worked her opening with his mouth as hard as he could, flicking his tongue, sucking at her extended lips and clit. All of it coated in jizz.

“Oh god, fuck,” her thighs tightened around his head, he could barely breath, as she shook and ground into his face with a stronger orgasm than before.

Carefully, she raised herself off him and rolled to the side. Terry’s face was coated in a thin layer of their mixed juices.

“That was so fucking hot,” Mina said, laying on her back and stretching out. Her body, beautifully displayed.

“I’m glad you liked it, but I’m gonna go wipe my face off really quickly.”

It didn’t take long for Terry to return clean-faced. He lay down next to Mina, still fully exposed. Mina turned over on his side and ran her little fingers over his chest.

“Did you enjoy eating cum out of me?” She asked without reservation.

“Uhm…it was different. I didn’t dislike it. I do like that it got you off. I guess that’s what matters.”

“You’re such a good boy,” she snickered, ruffling his hair.

Mina smiled and glanced down, seeing Terry’s now deflated dick, turtling, the small package barely presenting an inch and a half from his small balls tightly held in the sack that had retracted due to the cool air.

With two fingers, she gripped the little shaft and laughed, “It’s a good thing you’re a grower. It’s amazing how small it gets when it’s soft. It’s looks more like a clit like this.”

Terry felt a ‘little on the spot’ glancing down at his shriveled boyish prick.

“Yeah, um, I guess I’m definitely glad it gets bigger than that…,” he stammered.

“It’s so cute,” she responded, pinching it in her fingers.

Three words no guy ever liked hearing from the girl they just fucked.

A sleepy haze came over them, cuddling in the cool air of the room, as they drifted off naked in Terry’s bed.

*****

Saturday morning was a breath of fresh air, as the sunlight danced on the drapes along Allen’s bedroom window.

He was delighted to wake up and see that the rain and its accompanying gloomy clouds had broken up, leaving a sense of warmth and welcoming light into the day.

The morning had brought with it the much-anticipated wood, leading his brain down a path of replayed images from the evening before.

He shouldn’t have given in. He should end this now. But holy fuck, she had an amazing body.

The Professor shook his head and tried to push the thought of Mina out of his mind. Rolling to the edge of the bed, he placed his feet on the wood floor, took a breath, and shoved himself out of the bed.

His robe hung conveniently on the door to his closet, located directly next to his bed. He slung it around himself and began his morning ritual.

Not much later, he found himself at the marina, walking to his dock. The sun glinted off the white fiberglass of the boat. It was probably the one thing with which he had spoiled himself.

It rocked gently to a mild breeze. The water clapped against its side.

The downpour stained the water slightly, but not much. The lake’s large size and sand bottom helped to reduce the stain.

The smell of the lake and the blue sky littered with puffy white clouds made his head feel clear.

Allen skipped across the water as the midday sun rose to its peak. As the boat moved further away, the trees, buildings, and cars faded into the distance.

Here, Mina would leave his brain alone, even if temporarily. Here, he wouldn’t be checking his email like a needy puppy to see if she had sent him anything. Here, he could leave his phone silenced. Here, there were no desks, a lecture podium, or young women trying to seduce him. Just water and air.

The sun’s position in the sky forewarned that the temperature would be steadily dropping soon. Allen’s peaceful cruise would need to be wrapped up. Turning his vessel towards shore, he made a quick return to the slip, tied off, and placed his feet on unwavering ground.

Next to the marina was a dock bar that tended to be popular amongst the lake folks. Sedgewick decided it may be a good way to end a day on the lake.

The joint was large and airy, with wooden tables and a handcrafted bar at one end. Most of the tables were filled with a mixture of boaters, regular patrons, some families, and a few university students.

Placing himself at the bar and looking at the big screen on the wall, he waited for service.

A short brunette with large doe-like brown eyes and a nicely curved but trim body approached.

“Hi, how are you?”

“Not too bad. Beautiful day on the water at least.”

“It’s definitely hard to complain about this time of year, she replied. “Would you like a menu or just ordering drinks?”

“Not sure about food yet. So yeah, give me a menu, and how about a martini to begin with.”

“I’ll have that right up,” she said, eyeing him up and down with a flirty little smile before turning around and (what seemed like) purposely swaying her ass as she walked away.

She looked like she may be in her late twenties, and Sedgewick couldn’t help but think how he could absolutely be down with bending that over.

A minute or two passed before she returned with his drink and a menu.

“Here you go. Anything else I can get you right now?”

“I think I’m good for a few.”

“Great, I’ll check back in a little bit.”

“Thank you.”

He scanned the menu, decided on a salad, waved the bartender down, and ordered. She looked cute—probably a little closer to his age. Her smile was endearing. Perhaps something had awoken in him.

She leaned over the counter, looking him in the eyes. The kind of look that makes your body shift.

“I’ll get that out in a few,” she said, turning around and taking deliberate steps. Her ass looked quite nice from Sedgewick’s view.

Trying not to stare, Allen glanced across the bar. Nothing stuck out. A sea of faces, postures, food, and drink filled his curiosity.

As he turned his head back toward the bar, it hit him in a way that froze him. He probably looked stupefied for a moment there. A group of students sat around a table covered in food and alcohol. Close to the corner of the table sat Mina and Terry.

Allen turned away from them quickly and sipped his drink. He tried to think of the bartender, but his brain begged his eyes to look back, and at the same time, the opposite.

He intended to steal a glance, but when he did, he saw Mina kissing Terry passionately, her eyes closed…but then her eyes opened and were gazing directly into his. Her bright blue eyes could’ve burned holes right through him as he watched her tongue wrestle her clueless boyfriend. His back was turned away from Allen. Her eye contact was direct, unrelenting…as if she was now putting on a show for him.

“Fuck,” Allen muttered to himself breaking the staring challenge and took a swig of his drink.

It didn’t take long for the bartender to return and place it in front of him.

“Everything look okay?” She asked.

Trying to shift his mind away from the scene playing out behind him, he looked at her and over her, then answered, “Yes, everything looks quite nice.”

This caused her to chuckle and wink a little, “Enjoy your salad. Did you want me to grab another drink?”

“How about the lager on tap?”

“Coming right up,” she said, turning around and heading toward the tap.

Sedgewick felt his phone vibrate with a text. Pulling it from his pocket and opening the Home Screen, he almost spat out his food.

Professor, did you like my little show? I was thinking of you while I kissed him. That’s what got me so hot.’

Allen’s head spun. This girl was trouble…sexy, amazing…but trouble.

Should he even respond? Should he tell her that they shouldn’t be doing this? He looked back, seeing that Terry was not at the table. Mins was, and was looking at her phone.

Mina, we can’t be doing this, especially with Terry right there,’ he texted.

He put his phone back in his pocket and took another bite of his salad.

The bartender approached again, beer in hand. She placed it on the counter.

“Salad okay?” She asked, perching her elbows on the counter and looking softly at him.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Is this your first time here?” She asked.

“No, but it has been a while since I’ve been in. Usually, I go home after boating around, but with the cool air hitting quicker and the sun dropping earlier, it sounded like a good idea.”

“That makes sense. I just don’t remember seeing you here before.”

“Well, with such amazing service, maybe I should come more often,” he said with a snicker.

She smiled wide and raised her eyebrows. “You probably should. I don’t want you missing out on the best bar service in town,” she said, then laughed.

Allen found her banter helpful in turning his thoughts away from the firestorm brewing behind him.

Standing upright, she said, “I’ll let you focus on that salad and come check on you in a moment,” before heading down the bar to check on another patron.

A few bites into his salad, he was interrupted.

“Professor Sedgewick! I keep running into you everywhere!” It was Terry, of course.

“Oh, hi Terry. Nice day, huh?”

“Yeah, it was. That’s what made us decide to come out to the lake.”

“Same here, it seemed like a good day for a boat ride.”

“Oh, you have a boat? That’s super cool. Wish I had one.”

“I enjoy it. And who knows, maybe one day you will.”

“I’ll stop bothering you, but I thought I’d say hi.”

“It was good seeing you, Terry. Have fun, but be safe.”

“I will.”

No sooner had Terry walked away than a text buzzed Allen’s phone again.

He’s like a clueless little puppy,’ Mina texted.

You really should be nicer to him,’ he replied, then pocketed his phone again.

Arriving at the last bite of his salad, he took a deep breath.

His phone buzzed again. He chose to ignore it for now.

The bartender, seeing he was finished, approached.

“How was it?”

“Exquisite,” he chuckled.

“Well, I did put the order in myself, and told the chef that it best be the most delicious salad he’s ever made.”

“Well then, I definitely have you to thank.”

“Care for another beer?”

“I’m trying to decide if I should.”

“I think you should. In fact, given the compliment you gave me, and the fact that no one at my bar has any personality, I’ll take care of the next one.”

Considering she was definitely cute, not his student, and closer to his age, “My arm is officially twisted.”

“So… based on the student that approached you, and the group of them at that table, I’m guessing you work at the university?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m a professor there. Psychology.”

“Oh, so I better be careful or you may mess with my head.”

“They say it’s a common issue.”

She laughed, looked across the bar, and gestured before heading over to take care of the new patrons.

Allen pulled out his phone to look at the time, now faced with something he had put out of mind for a short period of relief.

Mina’s text displayed on his phone as it unlocked. ‘Terry said you have a boat. I’d love to take a ride on your boat,’ it said with a kissy emoji.

Another had followed.

I know you’re talking up that girl at the bar, trying to pretend that it’s not my pussy you are actually craving. Just admit it, Professor, you want my tight little hole squeezing and bouncing on that nice big dick of yours.’

Fuck, this girl is something,’ Allen thought as his cock began swelling down the leg of his trousers. He could still imagine her gorgeous frame bouncing off his hips…

He placed his phone in his pocket and shook his head as if it would cause the thought of Mina to fly right out of his ear. This was not successful.

His line of thought was broken by the glass of beer being placed in front of him.

Big, beautiful doe eyes sparkled at him.

“As promised,” the bartender referenced the beer, “I have come to deliver.”

“Perfect timing!”

“I’d like to think I’m pretty good at being ‘right on time.'” She smiled.

“Pretty and punctual,” he decided to flirt back a little.

“Oh, I’m pretty now? You forgot, ‘professional.'”

“I also left out ‘persuasive.'”

“Ooo, taking an interest in how persuasive I can be, huh?”

“As a professor, I’d like to think I’m a very curious person. Speaking of which, how long have you worked here?”

“About a year now. It has its perks. It’s not seedy, and I typically make really good tips.”

“Best bar service in town.”

She laughed at his reference to earlier.

“You know it.”

“Would you like a certificate?”

“Actually, yes, I would. Could you provide that?

Professor?”

Was it strange that the title made his heart pump blood to all the right places?

“With a little time, I could whip up something.”

“Best get on it,” she said, giving him a flirty look as she raised herself upright and turned to go check on some other patrons.

He sipped his beer, feeling quite happy with his situation. He could imagine bending that nice ass of hers over the bar, as he watched it move across the room. She gave a glance back, catching him in the act of checking her out. She winked.

His thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of several more texts on his phone.

The first was a picture of Mina’s purple lace panties, soaked with a dark spot covering her pussy.

‘Look how wet I am, Professor. My little pussy is so hungry for that big dick. I’m so horny right now.’

His cock strained in his pants, his mind reeling, but his brain was putting a valiant effort in.

Mina, we really can’t be talking like this,’ he texted.

I know you like it, and I know you don’t want this to stop. I bet that big, long pole of yours is aching from the thought of me.

She was not wrong.

“It’s just Terry’s little dick doesn’t do what yours does. He can’t fill me the way you do. The only way I’m getting off him is if he uses his mouth. I’m sure you can just imagine it. His useless cock, assaulting my little hole, pumping into it hard, trying to reach the places I need touched and failing so hard.”

The image of her lying on the bed while an unimpressive tool tried to fill her, filled his head.

Fuck,’ he thought, again trying to shake the vision out of his head. ‘This is so fucked up,’ he told himself despite how his cock was leaking precum against his leg. He knew he shouldn’t even respond.

He felt horrible for Terry, but it also turned him on. He placed his phone back in his pocket.

This time, he took a solid gulp of his beer instead of a sip.

The bartender returned shortly.

“So, what kind of plans does a professor make on a Saturday night?”

“Well, unfortunately, this professor did so much planning all week, he forgot to plan anything exciting for Saturday night.”

“That is unfortunate,” she said, taking a few steps away and filling another glass. Turning back, she placed it next to the almost empty one in front of him. “Well, I guess you have plenty of time for another and to keep a cute bartender company.”

“My lack of planning is turning out to be not so unfortunate.”

“I like that change in perspective.”

“So what about a cute bartender? Do they make fun plans for Saturday nights?”

“Well, that’s the hang-up. On Saturdays, cute bartenders usually have to close. So instead of making plans, they try to chat up some nice-looking professors while they work the other customers for cash.”

“What time does this place close?”

“Typically not until midnight. So, I’m pretty tired by then.”

“That sounds like quite the hang-up. What nights do you normally work?”

“Most weeks I’m on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday evenings. Sometimes it shifts a little”

“So you’re usually free on Fridays and Sundays?”

“Oh, do inquiring minds care to know?”

“Professors are curious people.”

She giggled, then went back down the bar to check on some other patrons.

The beer was making him feel quite warm and fuzzy. He wasn’t drunk, but the pleasant buzz had definitely washed over him.

He knew he should probably go before he found himself crossing that line into inebriation.

He swallowed down the rest of his beer glass and fished out his card from his wallet.

A few minutes passed, but his gracious beer attendant returned.

“I should probably settle up and head home before I find myself having to call a cab.”

“That’s probably wise, despite my being sad to see good company go.”

Allen looked at her chest, and her cleavage was adorned with a name tag. It read, ‘Evelyn.’

“Trust me, so am I. It’s been a pleasure, Evelyn.”

She took his card, swiped it on the handheld, and gave him the merchant copy. Taking her pen from her apron, she scribbled her number and name on the customer copy.

“If you are not overwhelmed or even interested, give me a call sometime or come find me here again.”

Allen smiled warmly as he read her number and said, “I think I just might.”

He scribbled an absurd tip and stood up, “I’ll catch you around.”

“I hope you do,” she said sincerely, looking at him with an edge of sorts. She pulled her shoulder-length, dark brown hair from her face and placed it behind her ear on one side.

The ride was pleasant, the sky aglow, some old soul playing on his radio.

It felt good to make a genuine connection. ‘That bartender was pretty hot,’ he thought as he drove home.

*****

Terry opened the car door for his girlfriend. While he had drunk a few, he was taking the role of responsibility as it pertained to him and her.

After getting in the driver’s seat and latching his seatbelt, Terry looked at Mina and asked, “Did you have fun?”

“It was fun, it was good getting everyone together.”

“Yeah. I definitely agree.”

He placed his hand on her thigh as the car made its way down the street. Her breath hitched, and she felt millions of electrical pricks crawling across her body.

Mina was so fucking horny. Throughout dinner, all she could think about was Professor Sedgewick burying his fat cock into her tight wet pussy, but instead, here she was.

“Did you want to go to Sal’s party tonight? I heard there’s going to be a lot of people there.”

What she wanted didn’t seem to be happening at the moment, so she replied, “It might be fun for a little bit.”

“We don’t have to stay super late,” considering he already was involved with one of the most beautiful girls the campus had to offer, and he’d prefer to get laid tonight, “but we can at least have a few more drinks and chill.”

They stopped at a gas station to pick up some alcohol before going back to her place to get a few things.

*****

Allen opened the door from the garage and stepped into the entryway. He hung his jacket on the hook, kicked off his shoes onto the mud tray, and walked towards the kitchen. He hit the switch for the kitchen light and made his way toward the fridge.

Given that he had already switched to beer, he grabbed one off the shelf and opened the cupboard to retrieve a glass. Tilting his glass, he deliberately poured the contents of the can into it.

He turned glass, glass in hand, leaned back against the kitchen counter, and sighed.

How had his life become so quiet in the evenings? They had become so drab. There was a time, he felt, that almost every night offered some grand adventure, or just something, not sitting in one’s house alone, questioning what to do with their time.

Sure, ol’ Sedgwick had hobbies, but he hadn’t been, recently, disciplined enough to focus on them lately. He needed something. Something with conversation, something with passion, intimacy…

Memories of flings, relationships, and sincere love often swirled in Allen’s head. The ones he could have been more supportive of, the ones he could’ve followed to Georgia, the ones he could’ve…all of them, it made sense why they didn’t work out in one way or another.

As far as social life, he generally kept to himself outside of school. He’d occasionally grab coffee or a drink with a colleague, catch up with old friends on an intermittent weekend, and attend a party here or there. Most of his old friends had kids who were busy with soccer games, dance recitals, etc.

He gulped down a mouthful of beer.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and set it on the counter. Then it occurred to him: He had the receipt.

He fished the wadded piece of paper from his pocket and unwrapped it. Examining the number, he punched the corresponding number in the text addressee column.

‘So maybe this makes me seem overeager, but I was wondering why I came home when I could’ve conversed with you longer.’

A minute passed, then his phone vibrated.

That’s a good question. Not only is the bar the best service in town when I’m running it, it also turns out I’m the best thing you had going on tonight.’

Given I’m standing in my kitchen, alone, and texting you just proves your point, I suppose.

A minute passed, so the Professor considered what he’d do next.

There’s a special little drawer filled with a glass utensil, a jar, and some delightful stuff. He opened the jar and placed the contents into the utensil.

Allen made his way to the patio. His yard wasn’t large, but it was cozy and private. Flicking a lighter, he sparked it into the utensil and held it for a few seconds, and let it out.

The phone alerted him to another text: ‘Well, if you had stayed longer, we’d probably have needed to call you a cab. Also, you know what they say about absence, despite the fact that I would’ve enjoyed your company longer.

*****

Terry and Mina had stopped by her place, gathering some supplies, before walking to Sal’s place. It was only a few blocks away.

The party had already started with a good turnout. A mixture of familiar and new faces flooded the large house where several of the students roomed together. Music hummed through the floorboards and walls. The living room lighting was dim from the faint glow of cheap string lights.

The kitchen was stocked with kegs, bottles of liquor, mixers, and just about anything a college student may desire for a night of debauchery.

Mina didn’t mind the eyes gawking at her throughout the night. She was hot, and she knew it. Not that she wanted any of them, but being admired definitely felt good.

Terry skipped through the interactions like the social butterfly he was, drinking quickly along the way. The more he talked, the quicker he downed the alcohol.

*****

Sedgewick sat relaxed in his patio chair, his previous activity doing just the trick. His beer sat on the table next to him as he gazed into the night sky.

He had solidified a plan to meet up with his newfound interest the following Friday. The thought of her nice little ass swaying played on repeat in his head. At least, sexual thoughts of hers came with no guilt, no worry of being discovered, and no cheating on her boyfriend, as she didn’t have one that he was aware of.

*****

Sal’s party was hopping at this point, and Terry had definitely had a few more beers than he should’ve. He wasn’t sloppy, but a couple more and he’d be there.

Mina decided it was time she best pushed to leave. Walking over to him and grabbing his arm softly, she said, ” Terry, I’m ready to go.”

” But babe, we were just about to play some pong.”

“Sweety, you are kinda drunk, and I was hoping to get some time for us tonight.”

Terry knew what that meant, and suddenly beer pong didn’t sound so important.

“Okay, let me at least finish this beer and say my goodbyes.”

While Mina accepted the concession, she also knew that he’d get distracted and sucked back in, so she decided to stay close to keep the momentum going.

While she had some and had a pretty good buzz, she didn’t want to go any further before getting back.

Terry, being the socialite he was, felt the need to make sure he said goodbye to each and every one of the attendants.

She took notice of the effects of him finishing that last beer, while finally shuffling him out the door.

As he stammered down the sidewalk with her, he slurred his speech every so many words. “Wassssnt that a blaaast? I’m sooo glad we went.”

“It was nice seeing friends.”

Terry wobbled closer and slapped her ass. “You just wait till we get back.”

Luckily, the stroll wasn’t long and the air temperature was moderate.

Upon arrival, Mina unlocked her door and cast it open.

Terry clambered in and immediately shed his clothes down to his boxers. His dick was soft and barely made an impression in his boxers.

Mina stepped forward and traced the outline of his shaft over his underwear. “I was hoping,” she looked directly down at his minuscule bulge, “that you had a little… something to give me.”

His member started to swell from her touch. Mina had looked over his browser history in the past. He wasn’t necessarily good at hiding his tracks, and she definitely knew how to use that to her advantage, especially since he was drunk.

She took hold of his shaft, and her undulating movements caused it to grow.

“Mmmm, you like that.”

“Mmmhmm”

“My pussy is so wet.”

“Yeah?”

“You have no idea. I’ve been thinking about having a big cock fill me all day.”

“Oh yeahhh?” Terry said.

She pushed him back on the bed. She took off her top, unclasped her bra, and tossed it on the floor. She shimmied her skirt off and lowered her panties as well. Climbing up over him, upright on her knees, she felt powerful looking down on him, panties still in hand. Wadding the underwear up, she shoved it in his mouth, pressing in with two fingers.

“Shhh, baby, I just want you suckling at my wet undies for now. You taste me? Do you taste how wet I am?”

“Mmmhmm,” a muffled sound came from Terry.

“Is somebody going to give me a biiiigggg cock to stretch my hungry little hole?” She asked as she took hold of his now aching prick. As she squeezed, precum beaded at the slit of the head.

A muffled moan came out from behind the fabric.

“I just don’t think I can wait,” she teased as she lowered her sex and began sliding him between the lips of her vagina.

Mina always got so wet. It was a major turn-on for him.

“Oh, how could such a moist little thing be so thirsty?” She teased as she let his little cock head poke into her opening.

“Mmm,” the moan came from beneath the panties.

She slowly pressed her hips down, albeit not far, until her pussy had completely engulfed his length. He gasped.

“Awww, does my little boy like that?” She teased. While he had never talked about it, she had seen in his browser history that he had a fascination with cuckold porn, as well as the occasional small penis humiliation. It would be littered into the other expected videos that were less taboo.

Perhaps he realized that he wasn’t as endowed as he may have liked to tell himself, which is also why he never mentioned it to Mina.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, “if only you reached just a little deeper…” she pushed her weight down on him, trying to make every bit count”…it would feel so fucking good.”

The comment threw Terry off, but the plethora of alcohol he had consumed dulled its effect, and he didn’t go down a rabbit hole of thought from it. She had never talked to him like that before.

To keep it from hitting too hard, she picked up her pace, grinding her hips down on him.

She could feel his member straining inside her. She considered pushing him further into that fantasy headspace.

“I should probably get a nice big dildo if I want that. Would you like that? You want to see my hungry snatch devour a nice big dildo?” she said as she tightened herself around his shaft.

He moaned, “Mmmpmmm,” from behind his gag.

“But what if it stretched me out? I might be too loose for you.”

She felt his cock twitch inside her.

“OH,” she placed her finger on his lower lip and dragged it down his throat, over his chest and down his stomach, freezing her hip movement, circled his navel and continued down towards where her sex rested against him, ” that got you harder, didn’t it?”

He didn’t respond. His head was spinning, he was drunk, and he couldn’t believe what his girlfriend was saying to him, but yes, his was even harder.

“Maybe we should’ve brought your friend Jack back here with us. I’ve heard he has a thick long cock with a nice big head,” she said as she squeezed herself on his shaft again.

He didn’t have a friend named Jack. Realizing it as some kind of roleplay, he began to accept it. Terry’s intoxicated brain swirled as he felt partially humiliated at what she was suggesting, and also more turned on.

“Would that get you hot? Thinking about his fat cock pounding this little hole? Would you want to see that? Would you want to hear how I moaned…”

His brain felt turned upside down as the blood left it for his other center of thought, as he squirmed below her.

“I bet you’d get so hot watching him ride me from behind, as I tell you how he reaches places you can’t. Maybe he’d even leave his load in me for you to use as lube for sloppy seconds…”

The trigger had been pulled, and Terry began bucking, as he pumped cum into her. The whole thing had only lasted a few minutes.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry,” he said, after spitting out her panties, dissapointed he couldn’t last longer.

“Don’t worry, baby,” she consoled him, running her fingers through his hair, before dismounting him. She grabbed her panties, slipped them up her legs.

Mina finished dressing as Terry passed out. She chuckled to herself, “That didn’t take long. Fucking pathetic.” He hadn’t even stayed up long enough to pull his covers over himself, as deflated penis retracted in full display.

*****

Professor Allen Sedgewick, having just taken a few more tokes from the apparatus and a good amount of sips of booze, was in an absolutely pleasant state.

The university town was small, and the light pollution was limited. That made the view of the night sky a bit shy of perfect, but other elements seemed to make up for that.

The sound of the front doorbell made Sedgewick jump from his lounger and almost spill his drink.

“Who the fuck, what the fuck?” Was his mental response as he almost tripped over the chair?

Allen took a moment, second-guessing whether he heard the doorbell. Deducing that he did, he had to ask himself, ‘Do I really want to answer the door? Should I pretend I’m not home?’

The doorbell rang a second time.

That was enough to demand his attention. He opened the sliding glass door and made his way to the front door.

Peering out, he could see Mina.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What the fuck is she doing here?” Allen’s head screamed. “I’m going to regret fucking opening this door…But I can’t just not…”

He had no idea how long he had frozen in front of the door with glass cutouts, or how long she had seen him there thinking, even if it was a millisecond or minutes.

He unlatched the lock and opened the door.

“Mina, what are you doing here?”

She looked down at her feet, then back up, into his eyes, and stepped forward a few inches. “Can I come in, Professor? It’s just getting a little chilly out here…”

The red flags rising in every corner of his mind gave way to his empathetic nature, ” Come in,” he said as he opened the door more and stepped out of the way, his hand welcoming his visitor. He closed the door behind her. She looked slightly disheveled and somewhat needing.

Mustering his best professional tone, “What can I do for you, Ms. Hartley?”

“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since the other night, and…” She adjusted her skirt as she spoke. “The way you made me feel…”

“Mina, we can’t do this, you are my student.”

“But we’ve already crossed that line, Professor.”

She wasn’t wrong. He had crossed that line with her. He couldn’t help envisioning every inch of her body.

She leaned in, her hand on his chest. “I’ve wanted you so badly.”

“Mina, I could lose my job over this!”

“I could lose my scholarship, so we both have something to lose. I see no reason anyone needs to know.”

Her other hand wrapped itself around his waist. She spoke softly and slowly, “I’m not asking for anything other than just enjoying this moment…” She leaned in to kiss him, and he was a slave to his arousal, so he leaned in as well.

The taste of alcohol on his breath hid it on hers. Their tongues intertwined, their hearts thumping in beat, and then for a moment, Sedgwick grasped at reasoning, “I can’t do this to Terry.” It was the last plea to his senses.

“Terry would probably jerk off his little pecker to the thought of it.”

Allen found himself turned on by her words, but not sure why exactly.

“Terry doesn’t please me. He couldn’t give me what I needed. You do, Professor.” Her words barely left her mouth before he felt her delicate hand wrap around his length.

“THIS, PROFESSOR, can definitely give me what I need.” She squeezed.

The Professor moaned from her grasp on his cock. The intoxicants he had consumed had left him vulnerable to her touch, and all the safeguards had crumbled.

Again, their lips locked as he pressed her against the wall. His hands ran up her stomach, the soft presence of a fit but not sculpted set of abs. They continued to feel her rib cage, in pursuit of her perfectly shaped breasts, fondling gently at them gently as their tongues swirled.

She began furiously unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it open, and pressing her hands against his chest.

His mouth nibbled and sucked up her collarbone to her neck and then to her earlobe.

She could feel him swelling even more against her. Mina took hold of his face and guided him back to her lips, invading his mouth with her tongue. It was a moment of power she exuded on him, and he was like putty in her hands. A sealed deal was in place as she grabbed his raging cock and gripped it firmly.

“You know he fucked me…He tried so hard,” her hands stroking along his length over his pants, “but he couldn’t fill me the way you did…he couldn’t please me the way you did, Professor,” she unbuttoned his pants, and slipped her hand down inside his boxers.

Allen moaned in response to her delicate hands wrapping around his shaft. She gave a few gentle pumps before he pulled her hand out of his pants, hoisted her legs over his hips, and carried her to the bed.

 

The End.

 

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