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Professor Simon Idris heard the knock at the door and took a deep breath. Ever since his secretary had scheduled this appointment on his calendar, he'd been uneasy about it. Officially it was just a meeting between a grad student and her thesis adviser; however, he wondered if it might unofficially be what had transpired at the faculty party some three months prior.
Despite a somewhat undeserved reputation for dullness, the Mathematics Department routinely put together an end-of-semester celebration at each term. Although officially for the professors, the graduate students serving as teaching assistants were always invited as well. Occuring shortly after all final grades were turned in, it served as a celebration that another semester had finally concluded. Given the revelrous atmosphere and the provision of drinks at university expense, one could generally expect many of the attendees to get rather deep in their cups. So it was with Miss Barnes.
In retrospect, he should have resisted his carnal instincts. When the drunken, gorgeous grad student had brushed her tits against his arm and looked up at him with her come-hither gaze, he should have shown more restraint. The decade plus he had on the twenty-something definitely meant he should know better. Intimacy with a student -- even at the graduate level -- within his own department was ethically dicey and could potentially harm both their futures. Likewise, the golden band around his finger should have reminded him that his wife might have a strong opinion about such behavior.
But instead he'd yielded to a kiss. And to the many that followed, along with the mutual groping. By the time her gloriously full tits were bouncing in his face and his hand was inside her panties fingering her to the first of a few orgasms, any notion of common sense had long since fled.
Fortunately, they hadn't quite managed to go all the way. Miss Barnes had fished his swelling cock out. Upon discovering that it's massive girth required both her hands to encircle, she'd eagerly pronounced him the biggest she'd ever seen and began attempting to fellate him as a prelude to -- as she described it -- "destroying my pussy with this monster." But shortly after she coaxed a hefty cum explosion from him -- much of which wound up on her naked chest when her efforts to swallow couldn't match the ferocious torrent -- a noise in the next room reminded them that the risk of discovery was high.
The sobering dose of reality managed to quell this unexpected outbreak of passion. They'd cleaned up and redressed. Miss Barnes departed the party not long after and Simon made his goodbyes a suitable time later.
That had been three months ago. Miss Barnes had summer plans elsewhere, so Simon hadn't seen her thereafter. He debated contacting her, but decided that stirring that pot might be dangerous. Much as their encounter excited him, perhaps it was best left in the past. He assumed her own lack of contact meant she preferred not to talk about it. So he'd tried not to think about their passionate interlude.
But that was easy to do when she was hundreds of miles from campus. Now she was just a little outside his office door. He took a deep breath and bade her enter. "Come in, Miss Barnes."
Miss Barnes entered with a warm smile, her brunette waves cascading down her right shoulder. She wore a loose white blouse unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the slightest hint of a tan on her exposed arms. A green tank top nearly the color of her eyes was tucked into a snug pair of jeans that emphasized her long, lean legs.
But what grabbed his attention was her figure above. Miss Barnes had always had a plentiful bosom, but it had gained considerably in size since last he'd seen. At least two cup sizes, he personally estimated.
A potential explanation lurked a bit lower on her torso. The green fabric bowed out from her otherwise taut abdomen in modest hemisphere. Miss Barnes was clearly a few months pregnant.
Professor Simon Idris heard the knock at the door and took a deep breath. Ever since his secretary had scheduled this appointment on his calendar, he'd been uneasy about it. Officially it was just a meeting between a grad student and her thesis adviser; however, he wondered if it might unofficially be what had transpired at the faculty party some three months prior.
Despite a somewhat undeserved reputation for dullness, the Mathematics Department routinely put together an end-of-semester celebration at each term. Although officially for the professors, the graduate students serving as teaching assistants were always invited as well. Occuring shortly after all final grades were turned in, it served as a celebration that another semester had finally concluded. Given the revelrous atmosphere and the provision of drinks at university expense, one could generally expect many of the attendees to get rather deep in their cups. So it was with Miss Barnes.
In retrospect, he should have resisted his carnal instincts. When the drunken, gorgeous grad student had brushed her tits against his arm and looked up at him with her come-hither gaze, he should have shown more restraint. The decade plus he had on the twenty-something definitely meant he should know better. Intimacy with a student -- even at the graduate level -- within his own department was ethically dicey and could potentially harm both their futures. Likewise, the golden band around his finger should have reminded him that his wife might have a strong opinion about such behavior.
But instead he'd yielded to a kiss. And to the many that followed, along with the mutual groping. By the time her gloriously full tits were bouncing in his face and his hand was inside her panties fingering her to the first of a few orgasms, any notion of common sense had long since fled.
Fortunately, they hadn't quite managed to go all the way. Miss Barnes had fished his swelling cock out. Upon discovering that it's massive girth required both her hands to encircle, she'd eagerly pronounced him the biggest she'd ever seen and began attempting to fellate him as a prelude to -- as she described it -- "destroying my pussy with this monster." But shortly after she coaxed a hefty cum explosion from him -- much of which wound up on her naked chest when her efforts to swallow couldn't match the ferocious torrent -- a noise in the next room reminded them that the risk of discovery was high.
The sobering dose of reality managed to quell this unexpected outbreak of passion. They'd cleaned up and redressed. Miss Barnes departed the party not long after and Simon made his goodbyes a suitable time later.
That had been three months ago. Miss Barnes had summer plans elsewhere, so Simon hadn't seen her thereafter. He debated contacting her, but decided that stirring that pot might be dangerous. Much as their encounter excited him, perhaps it was best left in the past. He assumed her own lack of contact meant she preferred not to talk about it. So he'd tried not to think about their passionate interlude.
But that was easy to do when she was hundreds of miles from campus. Now she was just a little outside his office door. He took a deep breath and bade her enter. "Come in, Miss Barnes."
Miss Barnes entered with a warm smile, her brunette waves cascading down her right shoulder. She wore a loose white blouse unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the slightest hint of a tan on her exposed arms. A green tank top nearly the color of her eyes was tucked into a snug pair of jeans that emphasized her long, lean legs.
But what grabbed his attention was her figure above. Miss Barnes had always had a plentiful bosom, but it had gained considerably in size since last he'd seen. At least two cup sizes, he personally estimated.
A potential explanation lurked a bit lower on her torso. The green fabric bowed out from her otherwise taut abdomen in modest hemisphere. Miss Barnes was clearly a few months pregnant.
