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I lean backward as I explode, my cum shooting into her eager
mouth, covering her tongue. The creamy white liquid slides down to the back of
her throat and she swallows it effortlessly.

Fuck, yes.

She grins up at me as I help her to her lovely, bare feet.

“Well, I must say that was quite unexpected.” I grab two
tissues from my desk to wipe off any residual fluid from myself and then pull
my boxers and pants up in one move.

Elizabeth has moved back to the student desk and pulled her
panties over her slim dancer’s legs.

She grins back at me as she gathers her things. “Yeah, I’d
say.” She slings her purse over her shoulder and heads toward the door she
nearly walked out a half-hour previously. She leaves, then pops her head back
in.

“Oh, Professor….? Monday, we fuck,” and with that, she exits
the room.

What. The. Fuck. Just happened here?

I’m not sure if I can make it through the weekend.

Chapter Two

Monday

The weekend passes in a blur. I spend most of it at the
local beach with my buddies. The hot bodies of nearly naked women almost keep
my mind off Elizabeth and her promise of what Monday would bring.
Almost.

I was tempted a number of times to share my crazy experience
with the guys, but I don’t want my memories to give my friends pictures to beat
off to. I’d rather keep them safe in my own spank bank. Being the fuckers they
are, they probably wouldn’t have believed me anyway, nor would I be able to
fully trust that one of them wouldn’t run his mouth about it in an attempt to
brag. Obviously, with any sort of friendly locker room talk, if it got back to
the wrong person, I could kiss my career goodbye.

Annoyingly, Elizabeth’s class is the last of the day. An
exam in every class leaves me hours to do basically nothing but think. I’d
normally use that time to fuel my fantasies for the remainder of the summer,
but I’m too distracted to notice any of the girls. Okay, well, I do notice some
of them. How could I not, with most of their skin on display? But none of them
entice me with thoughts about what my time with Elizabeth will bring, as none
of them had gulped my cum as if it was the last ounce of water in her water
bottle on a ninety-five-degree day.

I’m uncharacteristically out of my seat and greeting
students at the door when Elizabeth’s class enters. I figure most will consider
it last-day excitement, although I’m certain Elizabeth will surmise
differently.

She’s chatting with a friend when I see her coming up the
hallway. She’s wearing tight yoga shorts that hug the curves of her ass. She
has the top of them rolled down a few times, allowing a peek of her flawless
stomach. Her bright-pink tank top is layered over a white cami, both cut low,
revealing the top of her tits.

Still talking to her friend when she reaches my door, I wait
for her to look at me, but it doesn’t happen. She ceases her conversation with
her friend and enters my room without even glancing at me.

Hmmm. What the hell is that all about?

She sits at her desk, taking out her notebook and pen,
actually studying for a test I know full well she does not need to study for.
Her classmates are all shooting the shit about what—and who—they did the past
weekend. Elizabeth ignores them, as well, not that any of them try to include
her in their conversations.

Class begins and still not so much as a single glance from
Elizabeth. I walk past her to grab the exams from my desk and stand next to her
when I give the directions and still get nothing. She doesn’t even give her
usual “thank you” when I hand the exam to her. She simply takes it without
looking up and begins to place her pen to the paper, allowing her bubbly
handwriting to decorate it.

Dejected, I head back to my desk.

I am fucked. And not in the way I had hoped. More like in
the “the hot chick I had hoped to bang has gone home and spent the entire
weekend deciding what a bad idea it is” kind of fucked.

I spend the majority of the class staring at her, trying to
decipher what is going on in her head. She stays mainly still, other than her
pen, which is writing at a pace that would make secretaries using shorthand
jealous. Looks as if she is trying to get out of my classroom and my life, as
soon as she possibly can.

I’m momentarily distracted as the students begin to finish
their exams and hand them in to me, then leave. A few whisper goodbyes and even
fewer thank me for being a great professor. I try my best to acknowledge them,
but keep glancing at Elizabeth to see if anything causes her to look up from
her paper.

It doesn’t.

There are three students left in class when Elizabeth stands
and comes to my desk to turn her paper in.

Yes. This is it! She will definitely have some sort of
interaction with me when she hands me her exam.

Wrong. For the first time ever, she puts the paper on my
desk and neither looks at me or says a thing.

Fuck.

I watch her ass dance as she leaves the room, picturing how
it looked, naked and being fingered on my desk.

“Dr. Collins? Dr. Collins?” I break from my trance and stare
at the student in front of me.

“Yes, Vanessa?”

“I was just saying that I hope you enjoy the rest of your
summer. Thanks for being such a great professor.” I am unable to say anything,
so I just nod my head.

She looks at me with disbelief, clearly expecting me to say
something complimentary in return, and then storms off when I remain silent.

I sigh and begin to stack the papers as I look out the
window, watching the thunderheads grow over the hill nearby, when I hear
someone rush in. I figure Vanessa has returned to give me an earful, but when I
look up, I see Elizabeth standing on the other side of my desk, eyes dancing, a
smirk playing on her pouty lips.

“Hello, Elizabeth.” I say, smiling.

“Is there any way I could have my exam back? I need to add
something to the last essay.”

“Well, generally I don’t allow students to leave the room
and come back to…”

She narrows her eyes and mouths, “You are
kidding
,
right?”

I search through the stack of papers on my desk until I find
her bubbly handwriting and hand her paper back to her.

She sits at the desk closest to mine and tongues her pen
playfully as she rereads what she has written.

Natalie, the other remaining student, hesitantly walks to my
desk. “I think I did okay. Do you think I did okay?” She twirls her hair and
bites her nails on the other hand.

“I am sure you did just fine, Natalie. I will have the
papers graded and posted by Wednesday.”

She gasps and looks close to tears.

“Although if you are that anxious, I could grade yours this
evening and email you your grade.”

She looks about ready to collapse with relief. “Oh my gosh,
thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“No problem. Have a good summer.”

Natalie rushes from the room in her characteristic frantic
way, and I know without even glancing at her paper that she has received an A,
just as she has on every other exam and assignment she has ever completed in my
class, and most likely accomplished throughout her entire school history.

When I start to turn my attention back to Elizabeth, she is
already standing at my desk. She places her paper on my desk and slowly runs
her finger along mine, sending an electric shock straight to my cock.

“Do you have keys to your office on your keychain?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Good. You’re going to want to lock your door this time.”

I’m up before she finishes her sentence; key in hand, dick
immediately rock hard.

Fuck, yes.

As we both walk to my office, I check the hallway to ensure
that it is clear, as I expected it would be after the last class of the
semester. We reach and enter the room, then
click
lock the door and pull
it shut.

Elizabeth’s shorts and shirts are around her feet when I
turn around. She is wearing a lacy, lime-green push-up bra that creates little
mounds of her tits. Her underwear is the same color of green. I can easily make
out her lips and see the small wet spot begin to grow darker.

I reach her before I have time to blink, but then I’m not
sure if I should touch her or not. I’m close enough to feel the heat from her
breath against my neck.

She leans forward and brushes her lips against my neck, then
my ear. I hear her breath quicken as she presses against me and feels my hard
cock against her crotch. She pulls her face away from my ear and looks me in
the eyes.

“Take your clothes off,” she instructs me.

I begin to loosen my gray tie, thankful for the release and
let it drop to the floor. As I unbutton my shirt, I stop and take a step back.

“Hey. I just want to be sure…”

She raises her eyebrows. “Be sure of what?”

“That, you know, that you want this. That you want me.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Are you forgetting the whole
masturbating on your desk thing?”

“Well, no…but…”

She moves in closer to me. “And the whole swallowing your
cum thing?”

“Obviously I couldn’t forget that. I guess what I mean
is…what are you looking for here? The semester is officially over as of now,
and…”

“Oh my God! Do you mean…are you asking if I want to date you?”
She laughs.

I take another step back.

“Oh my God. Okay, I don’t mean that the way it must have
sounded. It’s not that I wouldn’t, I guess, it’s just…I just want to fuck you.
Are you okay with that? I’m on the Pill. I’m not trying to have you get me pregnant
or something.”

“I just want to be sure. Other girls would…”

“I am not ‘other girls’, okay? You’re hot. I’ve fantasized
about you nailing me all semester. You know, guys aren’t the only ones who
fantasize about fucking people. It’s not like men hold that place in the
market. That’s really all I want from you.” She steps forward and presses her
body against me.

“I want your cock inside me. I haven’t stopped thinking
about it since I saw it on Friday.”

With that, her lips are upon mine, frenzied and hungry. Her
tongue darts into my mouth, finding mine, tracing my teeth and the inside of my
lips. She pulls away with my bottom lip gently between her teeth.

Her words finally hit me and the dam that had been holding
me back breaks and I’m upon her as if someone who has found a field of French
fries after not eating for a week.

I kiss her, taking a fistful of her hair in my hand and tug
her head back, exposing her slender neck. I lick along the length of her neck,
feeling it throb against my tongue. I bring my free hand up to cup her tit
through the lace of her bra and feel her nipple hard against my palm, so I roll
it gently between my fingers.

I reach behind her and unclasp her bra, uncovering her perky
boobs. I stare at them for a moment, reveling in their perfection, then put her
nipple in my mouth.

She moans softly and slides her hands down the front of my
shirt, unbuttoning the remainder of the buttons, then slips it off my shoulders
and onto the floor. She rubs her hands along my chest and stomach, which I
consciously suck in a bit.

I keep her pebbled nipple in my mouth, sucking and twirling
my tongue against it. Her hands reach down and stroke my cock through the
outside of my pants. I can feel my boxers getting wet from my pre-cum.

I pick her up and put her on my desk. I bend down, my mouth
on her panties. I’m sucking on the wet spot, as I run my hands up her smooth,
muscular legs. She moans. Her eyes are closed. I can taste her sweet juices
through the lace, but I want more. I want to feel her lips against my mouth, my
tongue. I want to stick my tongue inside her and retrieve more, taste more.

I reach the top of her underwear with my hands and try to
pull it down, but they won’t move.

So I rip them off her.

Fuck, yes.

Her pussy is freshly waxed. Her clit is peeking out,
imploring me to suck it. She raises her hips, but I don’t put my mouth on her
clit. Yet.

My arms are wrapped around her thighs. I pull her ass toward
me so I have a better grip on her, more control of her.

I run my hands up her thighs and nuzzle the inside of her
legs. She moves, trying to force my mouth on her cunt, but instead I run my
tongue alongside it.

She groans with what I can only assume is mock frustration,
so I place my lips against her pussy, but do not apply any pressure. I open her
legs wide and run my tongue along the length of her cunt. I slip my tongue in
and out of her slit, varying the pace and direction of my tongue.

I move to her clit, hovering over it and gently humming. I
flick it with my tongue and put two fingers deep inside her, loving how wet I
have made her. I take her clit in my mouth, sucking gently, then harder as I
feel her begin to shake. My fingers move more quickly as she rises against my
mouth, her pussy clenching against my fingers as she comes. I press my tongue
along the underside of her clit, keeping my lip on the top and bury my fingers
deeper inside her.

After her breathing slows, I pull out my glistening fingers
and Elizabeth slides off the desk and drops to her knees on the floor.

Still shaking, Elizabeth’s hands find my leather belt,
undoes it and my pants and boxers drop.

With her mouth just inches from my cock, there is no hiding
how much I want her. Her tongue flicks forward to lick the pre-cum off the end
of my dick. She closes her eyes as if savoring it. When she opens them, she
looks greedily at my cock and tongues the sides of it, avoiding the head.

I grin. She is playing my teasing game and I love it.

She covers my entire dick with her tongue, licking under the
ridge of the head. She moves along the length of my shaft and then reaches my
balls.

No one I have ever been with has known how to handle my
nuts, but so far so good.

She licks my left ball and then takes it into her mouth,
softly sucking on it while tickling my right ball with her fingernails. She
then slides the right one into her warm mouth and gently sucks and uses her
tongue to twirl around them.

The head of my cock pools with pre-cum and she stops
tea-bagging me to lick it off, swallowing it like a reward.

Hovering her mouth over my cock, she looks up at me, her
wide eyes watching my face. She traces the head of my dick with her tongue and
then puts my entire cock inside her mouth. As I hit the back of her throat and
feel it tighten as she silently gags on my length. She holds me there and her
throat relaxes against me.

She pulls part of me out of her mouth so she has room to
slide me in and out, cupping and tickling my balls with her left hand, as she
uses her right hand and mouth in unison, working the entire length of my cock.
Her tongue swirls my head while she gently twists her hand back and forth on
the shaft.