Taught

Taught

Jenna
Owens

Dr. Collins has always fantasized about the female students
in his college classes. He never expected one of his students, a sexy girl
named Elizabeth, has fantasies of her own in which he plays a starring role.
Now Elizabeth wants the real thing, and like the saying goes…some of those who
teach, can also
do
.

An
EC for Men
erotica
story from Ellora’s Cave

Taught

Jenna Owens

Chapter One

Friday

Damn, it’s a hot one.

I continue to lecture my summer English literature class at
the local community college as I pry open the window, hoping a breeze will
sweep through and breathe some refreshment into the stifling heat of my
classroom.

Although the architecture of the old college is beautiful,
the building itself, though they have tried to renovate it, seems luddite-like.
Almost as if the building has a personality, it rejects any attempts to add
modern amenities—like air-conditioning. Custodians can’t explain it and many
have tried to fix it, but the air-conditioning always fails to remain in
working condition for longer than a week.

Around the class, students are using their notebooks as
pseudo fans, hoping to alleviate the torrid heat brought on by this unrelenting
August weather.

Oppressive warmth aside, spring and summer are my favorite
seasons. Of course I enjoy spending time in the sun and all of the outdoor
activities that come along with the warmer weather, but that’s not the reason I
enjoy it so much.

What I love about those two seasons in particular is that
girls begin to peel off their sweaters and long pants and trade them in for
shorts that barely cover their firm asses and shirts that allow me to see the
majority of their tits as they spill out of their tops. More often than not, I
can even catch a glimpse of brown or pink areola peeking out of their bras.

Big, clunky Uggs are swapped for flip-flops, allowing my
eyes to devour their taut, tanned legs from their slender, freshly pedicured toes
up to what peeks out from the bottom of their shorts. When the girls are
seated, it’s not difficult to imagine them not wearing anything at all on their
lower halves.

Admittedly, part of my decision to teach humanities in the
first place came from the knowledge that, typically, the classes have a female
majority.

Today, especially, with the temperature as high as it is,
the girls are in tank tops and shorts barely longer than underwear. Many are
wearing bikini tops underneath their undersized shirts, as the girls are
planning on hitting the beach as soon as class lets out.

One, however, has gone completely braless under her thin
white tank top and I am able to see her dark nipples pebbled under her shirt.
As the heat continues to rise, Elizabeth begins to glisten with sweat and I
continue to sneak glances at her chest as she becomes my very own wet-t-shirt
contestant.

Her nipples are hard and so is my cock.

Elizabeth’s rack is not porn-star huge. In fact, her boobs
are my ideal size—perky and small. They would barely fill the curve of my palm
if I were to cup them. So many times I have pictured taking her nipples between
my fingers and gently pinch and pull them as she throws her head back in
ecstasy.

She is wearing a dark, breezy, short skirt that just barely
covers her ass as she sits, legs varying positions from crossed to open. I’m
able to see almost all of her inner thighs, although not quite able to get that
Sharon Stone
Basic Instinct
shot.

I casually stand with my notes in front of my lower half as I
walk around the room, glancing at the exposed skin any of the females are
showing. A few of them have nearly two inches of bare ass that is not hidden by
their shorts or covered by their miniscule shirts. I imagine running my cock
along their cracks, filling them as I shoot my load.

There is nothing like the smoking-hot bodies of eighteen- to
twenty-one-year-olds to awaken my carnal desires.

I have pictured fucking each of them in some way during the
semester, even the ones I find less desirable. I would fuck them from behind so
I didn’t have to see their faces, of course, but hell, I’d still fuck them.

Of course, fucking any of the girls from behind would be
awesome. Doggy style makes the pussy tighter and gives me full view of their
ass as I fuck them raw.

Class officially ends at three o’clock, but I let the class
leave a half-hour early so they can head to the beach or find some
air-conditioned area.

Elizabeth seems to linger, slowly gathering her things after
all of her other classmates have left. She drops her pen as she rounds the desk
and when she bends to pick it up, her t-shirt falls completely away from her
chest, allowing me a full view of her tits.

She stands and gives me a little wave as she exits the room,
seemingly unaware of the effect she has just had on me.

As I watch her leave, I know that I’ll have to jerk myself
off or else I’ll continue with a raging hard-on for the remainder of the day. I
grab some papers to grade and walk to my office. My dick is in my hand before I
reach the seat behind my desk.

There are two student desks I requested to have in my office
in addition to my own desk for my tutoring sessions. These also help to obscure
view of my desk and any activity I may be doing behind it.

I leave the door open. My desk is mainly hidden from view in
the back of the room, so I know I have time to slide my chair under the desk
should someone walk in. Listening to the girls whispering and giggling in the
hallway makes my rock-hard cock tense even more in my hand.

Before I’m able to complete twenty strokes, Elizabeth enters
the room. Our eyes meet. I nonchalantly roll myself under my desk and try my
best to look relaxed, green correcting pen hovering over essays in the hand
that seconds earlier held my cock.

“Hi, Elizabeth. Can I help you with something?”

She sits down on top of the student desk facing me. Her
short skirt allows me to see the bright flowered pattern of her panties even
though her legs are closed. I realize that I am staring, so I force my eyes up
to her round, flawless face. Her brown, doe-like eyes fill with tears.

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve always thought I wanted
to be a nurse, but now I’m thinking that I should go for education. I think
I’ve made a terrible mistake. I feel like I’ve just wasted almost two years of
my life!” She sobs.

“Hmmm…what made you change your mind?” My erection wanes as
my cock decides it will not get the chance to erupt, as it typically does when
I masturbate in my classroom.

“I don’t know. I guess the thought of being a nurse isn’t as
appealing anymore. I don’t want to deal with the crazy hours and working
weekends and holidays for the rest of my life. I don’t want to have to come up
with a million believable excuses trying to get them off.”

I snicker a little at her “trying to get them off” comment,
but do my best to keep my face masked with concern.

She eases herself off the desk and walks around behind mine,
hoping for comfort.

I feel panic rising up through my entire body, thoughts
instantly wild as I frantically speculate if there is some way to cover up what
she is about to see.

There isn’t.

For a moment of stony silence, Elizabeth is rooted to the
floor, staring wide-eyed down at my semi-hard cock lying across my lap. After a
few seconds, each one seeming to take an hour, she lets out an audible gasp.
She jumps away from my desk.

“Oh my fucking god, were you jerking off?”

She sprints to the door, but hesitates before leaving,
looking back at me. Her hands are on the ancient wood doorframe as if she is
trying to forcibly yank herself out of my room.

Yet she doesn’t leave. Her full lips are set in a natural
pout and her large eyes dart between me and the door.

“Elizabeth, I—”

Her eyes widen farther when I speak. Horrified, I stop
talking immediately. Knowing the other professors and students are about to
vacate classrooms, and that the professors will be making their way back to
their own offices, the scream of this young woman would be sure to attract
unwanted attention.

I’m imagining myself in front of the dean as he explains to
me how I will be let go with no benefits or severance pay and end up penniless,
alone, eating Ramen noodles for every meal.

Elizabeth stands and stares at me for what seems like an
eternity. The clock beats on the wall like my heart against my rib cage.
Debating my next move, I remain frozen as a deer in headlights.

So we stare at each other, each unsure of the next move to
make. I move my hand down to put my now-limp dick away.

She takes a short breath, her expression softening, open
mouth closing into a seductive smile.

And closes the door.

“Show me,” she demands.

“Wha…what do you mean?”

“I want you to show me how you jerk off, Dr. Collins. I want
to watch you.” She struts back to the desk across from me, pulls her skirt up,
sits down and places her well-manicured hand down inside her panties. She does
not begin moving them.

I’m staring at her, stunned into inaction. Of course I had
fantasized about this thing, but now that it really is happening, I’m not as
confident as I’d been when it was all played out in my head. In fantasy, I had
control over what was going on. Right now, I have no idea what is going to
happen.

Elizabeth pulls her hand out of her underwear and looks at
me impatiently. “Do you want to watch me work my pussy or not?”

I nod.

“Then you’d better get going. Fair is fair.” She stands and
slides her flip-flops and panties off. I see her round, firm derriere as she
turns, then sits back down on the desk, naked ass slapping against the wood,
her feet on opposite corners so I have a view of her perfect pussy, glistening
and slightly gaping. Her fingers hover above her cunt, almost, but not quite
touching herself.

I slowly bring my hand back down to my reawakening cock and
wrap my fingers around it. It begins to grow and stiffen as Elizabeth begins to
flick her clit with her brightly colored nails. Her eyes are wide as they
bounce between studying my face and watching my hand move up and down my thick
shaft.

Once my dick realizes that this is really happening, it
swells and hardens, the head glistening with pre-cum. I bring my hand over the
head, using the slippery liquid to make my cock slick. The sound of my wet hand
sliding over my manhood fills the room.

“Mmmm. I love the way that sounds.” Her eyes close
momentarily. When she opens them, they are heavy with pleasure. Her face, neck
and chest flush the color of a hooker’s “fuck me now” lipstick. Her chest
heaves as her breath quickens.

Her knees fall farther open and I groan with delight as she
inserts her fingers into her slick slit. She begins just by putting the tips of
two of her fingers in, then three. She works up to four, then slides her
fingers deeper inside, moving her hips forward to welcome them.

Our eyes lock.

“Can I come and sit on your desk?” Elizabeth pleads.

I nod.

She walks over and clears the papers off my desk with one
sweep of her arm. Sitting on my desk in the same position she was in on the
student desk, she takes her fingers and puts them in my mouth so I can taste
her sweet juices.

I gently suck her fingers, and she takes them out of my
mouth and puts them back on her clit.

Her pussy is mere inches from my face and I smell her
muskiness and feel the heat she is giving off. She spreads her legs wider,
doing almost a full split on my desk.

In my fantasies, there were no thoughts about consequences—only
hot, savage sex. Now, in reality she is so close to my face, yet I refrain from
touching her. I am suddenly concerned about what this scenario could do to my
career.

Not that masturbating with a student would grant me tenure,
but it would be far less likely to be career ending than the possibility that
Elizabeth could claim that I made her do something she did not consent to.
However, Elizabeth could never claim that she was not fully consenting to the
activity taking place on my desk at the moment…

Suddenly, she changes positions and is on her knees, doggy
style, her ass and pussy at eye level.

Elizabeth wiggles against her hand as she uses three fingers
deep inside her slit. As she fucks herself, she moans quietly. Students are
passing by my office and any loud commotion could cause curiosity and curiosity
from others is not something we need at the moment.

The thought of someone entering my room to this scenario
both terrifies and excites me.

Turning so she is on her back, spread-eagled on my desk
again, she pulls her glossy fingers out of her pussy and puts them in my mouth.
I suck the juices off her slender fingers, using my tongue to ensure I have
gotten every bit.

When she brings her hands back to herself, she begins to
flick her clit with her middle finger. She throws her head back, exposing her
neck. She presses her middle finger more firmly against her clit and massages
it quickly, bringing her head back up so she can look into my eyes.

“I’ve wanted to do incredibly naughty things to you from the
moment I saw you, Dr. Collins. You’re who I fantasize about when I fuck myself
before I go to sleep every night.”

I can tell by her breathing that she is about ready to
climax. Her finger presses her pink button harder. “I want you to watch what
you do to me. I want you to watch me come for you. Because of you.”

Her finger works vigorously. Small drops of sweat and her
juices drip onto my desk.

“Oh. My. God.” Her eyes widen as she peaks, then close as
she comes, her finger slowing, chest convulsing with small, arrhythmic gasps. I
watch her pussy clench and release with each aftershock.

My motion changes as I sense that I am myself moments from
blasting my load. Elizabeth watches my facial expression through half-closed
eyes.

My hands slow and stroke the length of my cock, curving over
the head, becoming slicker on each pass with the clear fluid that pools at the
tip.

Still panting, she slides off the desk and kneels on the
floor in front of me, arms behind her back, mouth open, tongue extended.