Honour Student (Closed)

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View attachment 2058419 Jennings slumped back against the thick cushioning of the large powder blue winged-back chair in the far corner of her office next to the window after the final student had closed her textbook and departed, leaving Avery in relative silence. The rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall was the only thing that shattered the quiet. It was Wednesday and that meant that her last class of the day (Pathophysiology 1204) finished at seven in the evening.

It always seemed that it took forever to funnel out the last of the stragglers when they came to her with questions about the subject matter despite not having any office hours on Wednesday evenings - no, those were Tuesdays and Thursdays; one to four in the afternoons. Occasionally, during mid-terms or exam times, Avery did offer one extra day per week for students to come see her and discuss any questions or concerns they may have, but classes had only been in for about five weeks now and except for a few smaller assignments and chapter quizzes, those extra sessions were not necessary just yet.

One might think students had better things to do than to hang out with me until 7:52 Avery thought sardonically, as she eyed the clock critically. She reached for the thick elastic that held her hair up into a sleek, black waterfall of ebony tresses even as she pondered this. When her flat-ironed hair finally settled over her shoulders, the thick mane hung just above her admittedly hefty breasts. It was such a relief to let it down for the day because her scalp was starting to itch where the elastic had been straining to contain the full-bodied weight of her hair and that ache almost immediately faded into sweet relief as she relaxed for a moment, gathering herself after her longest day of classes.

After she rested for a couple minutes in the chair, green eyes shuttered and body blissfully limp, she was startled back to reality at the chiming of her cell phone from her desk. She raised herself onto her feet and smoothed her navy pencil skirt, calmly taking her time on her stride over to the desk. Unconsciously, her pouty lips turned into a frown at the name on the display.

Allan it read simply, and Avery spared a moment to be dismayed.

I swear she internalized, if I'm not home by eight o'clock to make that man dinner you would think the world had ended! He knew Wednesdays were her late day, but still, she got no slack. He "expected" things done a certain way, after all.

Avery and Allen had married twelve years ago. Avery had been a young impressionable sweet 16 when this suave, sophisticated man rode in on his white horse and stole her breath with his chivalrous manners and strong moral compass (not to mention his then very athletic body). They had been high school sweethearts and had tied the knot when Avery was 24 - Allan was two years older than her. Now, at the ripe age of 38, Allan was nothing like the man she had married.

When he'd once been very physically active in school and throughout his university career, now Allan's only exercise was the short walk from the couch to the fridge and back to get himself another bottle of beer in the evenings. That was on the rare occasions when he was willing to do it himself; frequently he expected Avery to wait on him hand and foot, never extending his goodwill to help her around the house despite her many time-consuming obligations.

By the time Avery returned home Wednesday evenings it was usually getting on in hours and she was still expected to make dinner, throw a load of clothes in the washer so that Allan could always have his favourite tie or dress-shirt ready in the mornings, bathe and play and ensure that their seven-year-old son Brody was tucked up in bed in short order with no less than two stories. Allan didn't seem to care that he finished work every day at four and was readily equipped to have some of those chores done for his lovely wife - he just had no desire, even when it came to their son, unfortunately.

Allan didn't seem to care about much these days. Even their sex life was negligent now, more of a "task" they had to accomplish rather than anything they did for pleasure. Allan still expected it several times a week, but lately, Avery found her stomach churning at the thought of him rolling on top of her and pumping away until several thrusts later he was covering the inside of her thighs with a sticky load of cream. She never got off unless she did the job herself, and many a night found her retiring to their spare bedroom to sleep without hearing his obnoxious snoring in her ears or hidden away in the tub with the waterproof vibrator she kept tucked in the tampon box under the vanity.

Allan couldn't be bothered to listen to her anymore. He couldn't be bothered to help her anymore. He couldn't be bothered to even pleasure her anymore. He couldn't be bothered to love her unless he was balls deep inside her, and even that only lasted a minute or two these days.

Whole lotta good he is she thought in disgust.

It was hard to admit, but Avery had been having treacherous thoughts lately. She wasn't physically attracted to her husband any longer, and everything he did seemed to annoy the shit out of her. Avery was beginning to suspect she was falling out of love with him or had a long time ago, but to admit that would be to admit her failure. It wouldn't do to admit that her mother had been right when she'd quietly shaken her head and said "You're making a mistake, darling," all those years ago when Avery had first announced their engagement so excitedly.

Avery's manicured fingers curled around the cell phone tightly, turning her knuckles white with the strain of it. By the time she was done reminiscing about the sad state of her marriage, the mobile device was quiet in her hand. She sighed, gathering up her briefcase and turning out the lights before she began the short trek to her SUV.

She had no plans to call him back. She'd see him in a few short minutes, and honestly, the reprieve from listening to his whingeing (a daily occurrence now) was much needed.

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That night, as she lay there with her panties around her knees and the substantial weight of her husband on top of her, Avery wondered what her life had become. Realistically, she knew she was worth more than a few quick strokes of him inside her and his non-stop bitching about "how frigid you are these days, baby", but Avery couldn't work up the nerve to say anything. She had always been a people pleaser, and to speak ill of her husband would be so against the way she had been raised.

Her inner monologues and list of complaints was only a far-away dream to keep her mind busy. Although sometimes she thought of what could happen if she took Brody and walked away from her loveless marriage, Avery knew she was only setting herself up for disaster. She would never be able to tolerate the stigma and poisonous looks she knew others would direct at her. She would never be able to take the shame as a 36-year-old single, aging mother. She wouldn't know the first thing about living on her own.

No. She couldn't say a word.

As Avery laid there staring blankly at the ceiling, she allowed herself to cry silently for the inescapable circle of regret that her life had become. Brody was the only good thing Allan had ever given her, and he would likely be the last. Allan didn't even notice that Avery was unhappy - he lived day to day like nothing was wrong, and even on those nights when he whispered how much he loved her after sex (because he never bothered any other time, these days), Avery always used the excuse that he'd fallen asleep before she had the chance to say those words back. He was none the wiser.

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Her classes on Thursday were much more laid back. She had Intro to Biology at eight and then her next session was a two hour lab period where she issued a quiz that only reflected participation - if students bothered to read the chapters they were assigned and followed the step-by-step instructions in the lab manual, they were guaranteed full marks. Students could stay the full two hours for practice if they chose but they were also free to leave as soon as they'd demonstrated their competency with that week's subject matter while Avery flitted around the tables and observed.

She had a quick lunch at a cafe on campus with a couple of her coworkers following that and then it was time for office hours. Depending on the day, Avery could see one student, or she might have a handful come through those doors. Every day was new and unpredictable, but Avery genuinely loved helping her students puzzle out a topic that had been giving them trouble and seeing the understanding dawn on their faces. Today, there had only been two students and it was already nearing the end of her predetermined hours. She had spent the rest of the time working on marking papers for her third-year class and she was proud to say she'd got a good bit of the way through them already.

Even though it was almost time to go home, she was made aware of the sudden need to empty her bladder. She made her way down the hall and did her business, but when she returned to her office she was surprised to find the door slightly more ajar than when she had left it. Peeking inside, Avery noted a male student was sitting in the chair in front of her desk looking curiously around the inside of the darkened, wood-furnished office space, but especially at the pictures that covered her desk (mostly Brody and Avery smiling goofily for the camera - Allan tended to make himself absent on family outings, you see).

She hadn't met this one yet, but she recognized his face from her Molecular Genetics lecture on Monday and Friday mornings. He always seemed to be sitting alone near the middle of the auditorium and he never seemed to be distracted by his phone or peers - he always paid attention and seemed to follow the subject matter quite well, nodding along or making frequent notes. She didn't know his name either since Avery never bothered with taking attendance, and she didn't honestly know if he was a good student, could only guess at that, but her attention always seemed to get drawn back to the fixated way he watched her throughout the lectures.

If she was honest, he was fairly attractive, too (okay, so "fairly" might not adequately cover it), but she always shook that thought off as quickly as it came. He was her student. It wouldn't do for her to think about him in such a way, even if it was just a harmless observation.

Here, sitting straight in that chair with his back to her, Avery realized he was quite tall. His figure, though lean, was still imposing. His legs stretched for miles and she could see the definition of muscle underneath the sleeves of his shirt, and she couldn't help the curiosity inside her: was he defined everywhere, or was this only a trick of her eyes? It had been so long since she had been able to unabashedly admire true masculinity (he hadn't seemed to notice her yet) since her husband now claimed a beer-belly as his most defining feature, but Avery couldn't help the girlish part of her that whispered fuck, but he's lovely. What I wouldn't give for him to...

No - you're married, you crazy bitch! The angel on her shoulder screamed suddenly in her head, breaking Avery free of her daze.

She cleared her throat, trying to mask the pounding of her heart at those traitorous thoughts, and that seemed to startle the student out of the chair, rising to his full imposing height smoothly, turning to face her. Her eyes traced his figure up and up and up until her green eyes caught his intense glance, much closer than they'd ever been before.

Avery smiled sweetly, extending her hand, praying that her expression didn't give away what she was thinking: he IS beautiful. Fuck. Control yourself Avery; he's a student. You're married. He's not here for some old biddy to pant over him like some stupid bitch in heat!

Her words were surprisingly even as she said, "Hello. Welcome to my office. What can I do for you today...?"

 

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Simon looked in the slightly open door to Professor Jennings office. No professor, but her desk lamp and computer screen were still on. He leaned back out and double-checked the sign posted on the door. Yes, she still had office hours for the next 20 minutes.

Simon shrugged and stepped inside. If her door wasn't locked, that probably meant she was coming back. Having trekked out to the Life Science building, he might as well wait to find out.

Besides, it wasn't like he had anything better to do on a Thursday night. The campus was mostly deserted by now. Since 9-5 adults typically did their partying on Friday nights, college kids started on Thursday when places were less crowded. Two weeks ago, Simon would have been out there with them, not waiting around a professor's office to talk about genetics.

The thought reignited some of the lingering turmoil. Dammit! It wasn't supposed to be this way!

It wasn't that bad high school had been terrible. It's just that he'd been a bit of a ghost for most of it. He'd been a short, scrawny, unathletic kid with glasses. A lot of the girls were his height or more freshman year. So he'd become that quiet studious kid that barely got noticed. Even when he finally developed some height, he'd become so practiced at fading into the background that it was hard to change the impression.

College seemed the opportunity to remake himself. He changed his hair, got a more refined pair of glasses, started dressing a little better, etc. He even put in some serious time at the gym; while he didn't have the physique to put on significant mass, his lean and wiry build did look pretty good without a shirt. And as soon as he hit campus, he sought out social opportunities trying to become somebody people liked and remembered.

Initially, it went okay. He started to become a regular at the campus social scene. People learned his name. A couple of the older frat guys said he seemed cool and should consider rushing next semester. And he even got to make out with a few girls.

Then it all went to shit at the Delta party.

The evening had started out well enough. The beer was flowing and Simon had been having a good time. Things got even better when he wound up talking to a cute blonde junior named Amanda. Over the course of an hour, they went from flirting to kissing to Amanda inviting him upstairs. A drunken makeout session on her bed escalated until his hand was cupping her panty-covered crotch while she ground herself to orgasm against his palm.

Amanda had looked at him through half-lidded eyes and reached for his belt, slurrily declaring it was his turn. He'd been nearly beside himself with anticipation as she pulled his jeans down and freed his cock.

Her reaction was not what he expected. In retrospect, he wasn't sure what exactly he'd been hoping for. Lust maybe? Or at least some enthusiasm? But definitely not that.

It was testament to his inexperience that he initially thought Amanda's sudden gasp, wide eyes, and cry of "Holy shit!" might be a good sign. However, her subsequent words put soon put that fiction to rest.

Amanda stared at the throbbing pillar and then began babbling and giggling. "Oh my God, dude! Get the fuck out of here with that! No fucking way I'm going anywhere near that! Fucking break my jaw trying to blow that! . Jesus Christ, what kind of freak are you?! Get that fucking thing away from me. No fucking way. I mean, Jesus, what woman could take that?! Fucking impossible! No fucking way, dude."

Even with the titter of laughter accompanying her words, Simon soon recognized that she was not joking. While she continued to swear and gesticulate and nervously giggle, Simon pulled up his pants and fled in red-faced embarrassment.

Would that had been the end of it. But within a week, he'd noticed the sidelong glances and whispers from others. It took him another day to get someone to tell him what was going on. Apparently Amanda's retelling of her drunken escapades, nothing had happened because Simon had been "a freak". The rumor mill hadn't known quite what that meant, but the general consensus was that it must be something not good. Simon's efforts thereafter to chat up sorority girls went absolutely nowhere.

After a week, he sought out Amanda. She'd semi-apologized for her behavior, but she refused to take action to correct the rumor. She feared -- probably correctly -- that it would only make her the topic of choice and she didn't want that kind of notoriety. "Just let it blow over," she advised. "In a month, no one will remember."

Easy for her to say. Going back to being an outsider again was a hard cross for Simon to bear. But what choice did he have?

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Simon swiveled to see the source of the voice as Professor Jennings entered. She closed the door behind her and crossed to her desk, taking a seat in a thick burgundy leather chair.

Simon had only interacted with Dr. Jennings from afar the past several weeks. He sat in the middle of a class of few dozen, so she was a figure in the middle distance most of the time. Consequently, he'd been generally aware that she was short, voluptuous, and attractive.

However, the effect from close-up was unexpectedly more pronounced. Dr. Jennings' standard teaching attire was a bright blazer and matching skirt over a silk blouse, but that blazer currently dangled from her coat rack. Uncovered, the jiggle of her breasts beneath her blouse was entrancing. Moreover, the absence of the blazer revealed just how slender her waist was relative to her hips. Unlike most of his female classmates, Dr. Jennings had a full, well-formed backside.

Perhaps most different at this proximity were her eyes. The emerald orbs peered into his and seemed to penetrate to his very soul.

It took Simon several seconds before he realized that he'd just been sitting there silently all that time. "Simon!" he squawked at last, his voice high and tight. He cleared his throat, returning to something more like his normal rumble. "I mean, my name is Simon, Professor. Simon Idris. I'm in your Genetics class."

Her green eyes continued to gaze placidly at him as she settled into her seat. He wasn't used to this kind of direct attention. Certainly not from girls and especially from beautiful ones. They usually didn't notice him. But not her. Dr. Jennings clearly saw him. For these brief moment, he had her full attention. It felt . . . amazing.

"Uh, I had a question from the reading for Friday and sincr I was at the library studying, I thought I'd stop by during office hours to ask you about it. If that's alright

 

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As Avery settled into her seat folding one knee over the other, her forearms rested on the smooth mahogany finish of the large desk. Having this solid boundary between them gave her a clear reminder not to cross any lines. His meeting would be over in a short period of time and Avery could go back to pretending she had never had inappropriate thoughts about this student.

Simon Idris.

That name did ring a bell. It actually said a lot.

Simon was one of her best students. His work was always immaculately done and she usually had little to critique him on. His arguments and papers had always been well-researched with very few holes for Avery to tear apart and question him on. It was clear he followed the readings and put forth effort into his classwork. That student who fixated on her from the middle row really was as good of a student as she had wondered he might be. Now she had a face to the name.

Simon had also pushed her to question herself, too. He often posed queries both in class and in his written work that put Avery through her paces and made her do her own investigations in order to adequately answer them. She was kind of surprised to see him here, admittedly.

Now he said he had questions about the reading? She just hoped she could actually answer them and not embarrass herself the first time she met one of her top tier pupils. She wasn’t going to admit that to him or give him any idea that he kept her on her toes and made her so self conscious, but that nervous tingling was buried underneath the layer of spontaneous arousal he seemed to inspire in her. How could it be that such a beautiful mind was encapsulated in such a perfect physical package? To have both brains and beauty just wasn’t fair, but Simon had both in spades.

She nodded, setting aside the papers cluttering her work surface, gesturing for him to dig out his textbook and make himself comfortable.

“Of course, Simon. I’m happy to do everything I can to help you. Which part of the readings are you struggling with?”

They went over the chapter together, and Avery clarified any bit that Simon seemed to be unclear on. Through the course of their discussion, she had circled the desk to better read through the textbook sections with him. She pulled up a chair next to him, leaning in to better see what he was looking at, displaying her cleavage more obviously from where it strained against the buttons of her bright red blouse.

From this close, Avery realized that he not only looked good, but he smelled delicious as well; it was some sharp tangy aftershave that coated her nostrils but didn’t overwhelm her at all. It was spicy but she couldn’t identify the exact scent. Considering it was late in the day and his cologne had probably faded quite a bit, Avery could only imagine Simon fresh from the shower in the mornings.

She almost moaned.

Instead, Avery sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and focused on calming the tingle between her thighs. She rubbed them together nervously, eager to move away and get him out of her personal space before she lost herself completely. God help her, but she was thirsty for this young man. He was a prime example of the kind of man who set her blood on fire and made her tremble like a silly little girl. Her husband didn’t come close to encouraging these feelings in her, but Avery played it off as her frustration at her dying marriage and less than stellar sex with said husband. Still, she couldn’t help but want.

Simon seemed to notice she was losing focus, and when she looked up to meet his eyes they were piercing straight through her. Her brain was spinning dangerously out of control. She was so close to just straddling his lap and...

She couldn’t. That would be unethical. Unprofessional. Simon would be disgusted with her.

But sex with a boy almost half her age and looking half as good as Simon? It would be the chance of a lifetime. Allan wouldn’t even have to know - probably wouldn’t even notice Avery’s clinging guilt if she followed through with it and fucked around on him. Her needs would be met and she would never have to speak about it again. Just something to scratch the itch...

Avery’s thick eyelashes fluttered and brushed her cheek. She took a deep breath and flicked her eyes to the rose gold watch on her wrist. Office hours were over and she couldn’t bear to say goodbye just yet, but that was probably for the best that he leave her.

“So, it seems like you really do understand the underlying concepts. There were just a couple things that I needed to clarify, but you probably could have managed without me - you do phenomenal work, Simon. I’m eager to see what you come up with in the future and of course if you have any questions you know where to find me. Now, if there’s not anything else I’ll let you go,” she finally said quietly, moving to stand up.

Simon began to pack up his things, nodding agreeably, and Avery watched carefully every purposeful, smooth movement of young masculinity. Just as he raised his backpack over one shoulder, she caught the strong flex of his biceps and the dam holding her self control burst open.

She had to know. Maybe he wasn’t interested, but Avery had been watching him in classes for weeks now, so quiet and self-involved. He was so soft-spoken and unassuming, so Avery didn’t worry about rumours of her coming onto a student being spread - he was naive and likely not about to say anything to his classmates. She could quench the fire inside her without getting into too much trouble and move on once she’d gotten it out of her system. He might not have that much experience under his belt, so he might even jump at the opportunity for such a curvaceous woman like herself basically throwing herself at him.

Tentatively, despite her impulsive decision, Avery reached out and curled delicate fingers around Simon’s wrist. She didn’t say anything too overly flirtatious, but she tilted her face up to meet his questioning gaze, his impressive height towering over her short 5’2 stature. If he rejected her, Avery wanted to be able to play it off as a misunderstanding.

His skin felt hot under her fingers. Avery was sure she was quite flushed at the taboo nature of what she was about to do.

Her tongue darted out over her painted red lips to moisten them and bely her anxiety.

“Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to... help you... with the subject matter at all. I’d hate to find out that any of my students weren’t getting all the tools they needed to thrive in my classes, especially one of my best.”

Maybe Simon would be naive to Avery’s hidden message, but maybe, just maybe, he’d give her some subtle sign that he wasn’t completely turned off by her and might potentially welcome her advances. Or maybe he might run screaming.

Well, nothing ventured nothing gained, right?

 

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Simon was able to calm down a bit once they started talking about genetics. It was easier to ignore how attractive she was when he could focus on taking notes and trying to keep up with her questions.

Well, perhaps not totally ignore. Every time she leaned forward to point out something in the text, the underside of her breasts pressed against the table, causing the immense orbs to strain against her blouse. That in turn threw her equally impressive nipples into sharp relief. Even when he kept his eyes strictly on hers, he found he could still notice the shift beneath the fabric at the corners of his vision.

Even when his eyes were on his notes, he found her presence quite palpable. His experiences thusfar with sorority girls had mostly involved smells of sweat, beer, and vaping pens. Professor Jennings smelled of lavender and honey, with a bit of baby powder underneath. He couldn't explain why those smells should now prove so arousing, but he could feel warmth pooling in his core with every whiff.

Fortunately, he'd had quite a bit of practice learning to control such primal urges. It'd become a necessity in high school where raging teenage hormones and a plethora of nubile teenage girls made potential erections a daily hazard. Simon's aroused endowment had been large enough to notice quite readily through his pants even then and had only become more obvious as it gained in magnitude. Consequently, he'd learned a few tricks that would sidetrack those lustful impulses before they could physically manifest.

Simon was therefore able to rise from his chair with confidence that there was no embarrassing bulge distending the left leg of his jeans. It hadn't been easy, by any stretch, but he'd managed it. "Thanks, Professor," he declared as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. "This really helped. I think I've got it now."

But as he turned to leave, he felt a tug on his wrist. He looked down to find her fingers resting lightly against his inner wrist. A diamond glittered from a ring on her finger. Her fingers felt cool, but then perhaps he was running a bit warm.

“Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to... help you... with the subject matter at all. I’d hate to find out that any of my students weren’t getting all the tools they needed to thrive in my classes, especially one of my best.”

Her gaze seared into him. Her pupils seemed larger than before -- dark pools that seemed to swallow him up. For that moment, he felt like the absolute center of her attention, as if nothing mattered more to her in the world than his success and well-being. It felt . . . incredible.

Wow. Did she make every student feel this way? Surely he couldn't be that special. He was just a freshman.

But there was something more here. He couldn't fathom what. But he was missing something. What? A surge of uncertainty began to counteract his bliss. He didn't want to look foolish in front of her.

"Uh, sure," he stammered. "I'd like that. I mean, I will. Let you know, I mean."

Was he babbling? Simon tried for forge ahead with greater coherence, but felt it begin to slip away almost immediately. "I mean, you've been so helpful already and I really, really appreciate it. Oh! And if I can do anything for you, of course. Just ask. Glad to help. Whatever you need."

 

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Bless him, but she almost wanted to giggle out loud at his sudden uncertain stammer. Simon wasn’t quite sure exactly what it was she was putting down, but it was enough that he sensed something in the air and wasn’t running full speed for the door. Avery was encouraged.

He looked out of his element, dark blue eyes wide and confused, but his feet were firmly planted and his posture still looked confident despite his shaky words.

She stepped in a bit closer and her breasts brushed his side.

This time, when her mouth formed words, Avery could see the positive reaction of his body even if his mind still hadn’t fully wrapped around her meaning. Something was getting the message, and the sudden anxious bound of the pulse in his wrist gave her enough confidence to follow through on her initial plan. So far, she hadn’t repulsed him. She just needed him to catch up. And fast - the valley between her thighs was aching at the thought of having him venture inside to explore.

“Good boy,” she practically purred. “I expect good things from you Simon, but I hope you understand that you can always find a helping hand (here, the fingers twisted around his wrist and slid upwards to feel that strong heft of his forearm a bit better and squeezed firmly). I’ve been told I give very good lip service, too, so I should be able to put that to use for your benefit if you need it.”

There.

There was no way he wouldn’t understand her meaning now, was there? Although she hadn’t flirted in years, had no need for such trivial behaviour, and generations had changed, Avery was still sure that physical contact while she talked about using her mouth on him might give him a pretty good idea without being too forward. Simon was a smart boy, but whether he understood the intricacies of dealing with women was another story she had yet to discover.

But of course he had to have watched porn - no almost 19 year-old boy hadn’t. Right?

She felt a bit embarrassed that her words were a throwback to old school cheesy porno movies playing on Skinemax, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. This was something she wanted, and unless he turned and walked out that door she intended to at least go home with a hot load of teenage cream in her belly, if not leaking from other places.

He might not have had women at all, but she doubted that he’d ever had one like her throwing herself at his feet. She truly hoped he took the invitation for this bout of no-strings attached fun, and admitted to herself that she would be quite disappointed at his rejection. At least she didn’t have to force herself to sit there and spend hour upon hour week after week in the same room with him if he did spurn her - it was his class credits on the line, not hers. He would be the one penalized if he couldn’t bear to look at her any longer and dropped the class, though the thought of potentially forcing him to go through so much trouble did give her pause.

But what did she have to lose in this whole scenario?

Only my job she thought dully, concerned for only a moment. She was confident that no teenage boy would turn down the blowjob he must now realize was on offer.

Red hot fire spread through the same elbow she was gripping his arm with as his large palm eclipsed the bony joint and gently, hesitantly touched her own skin through the thin material of her sleeve. He stepped in to meet her just a little and the glimmer in his eyes told her he was definitely into it but still very unsure as to just where this was going or how much he could push her (if at all).

Her fears melted just as quickly as the distance between them after that. She pressed herself against his front, hand winding even farther up his bicep and over his shoulder to curl around his throat with her thumb stroking the ridge of defined jawbone. Her other hand clasped his far shoulder and gave her a more solid support base. The soft press of her tits and tender nipples against his chest already felt so good - this close, she could feel that his chest and abs were just as well defined as the rest of him seemed to be. She couldn’t wait to find out what hidden treasures were waiting for her questing hands under his waistband.

For now, she was content to feel him out. Her eyes followed the movements of her hands as they migrated over his skin, but when she raised them to meet his blue orbs once more, her gaze was fierce — heady.

“Tell me, Simon, are my suggestions amenable to you? Tell me what you want and I promise I’ll do my best to make that happen. Open communication between my students is something I pride myself on, but our mutual collaboration is important, too.”

 

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Dr. Jennings didn't respond at first, giving Simon time to stew in his own anxiety. Had he said the wrong thing?

Then she leaned in closer, the silk of her blouse grazing his cotton T-shirt. Admittedly, that wasn't a significant distance given the prominence of her bosom. Maybe it was just a natural hazard of having a huge rack, so he shouldn't read anything into it.

But then with her eyes still on his, she took a step forward. A firm, pillowy pressure against his ribcage became unmistakable as her immense breasts collided with him at slow speed.

Collided, and remained. Dr. Jennings didn't back up. Simon started to, but she squeezed his wrist gently. No. She did not want him to move. This was no accident. She wanted this direct contact.

Good boy,” she practically purred. “ Her fingers left his wrist as she spoke. Her hand slid along the muscles of his bare forearm almost to the elbow before sliding gradually back towards his hand again.

"I expect good things from you Simon, but I hope you understand that you can always find a helping hand."

Simon inhaled deeply through his nose at that. Dr. Jennings' speech rate had become languid, drawing out the words. Particularly "hand", which had somehow seemed to acquire a couple more syllables as her pink tongue wrapped around it. And meanwhile, she was stroking his forearm . . . .

Was she talking about giving him a hand job?

The very idea kicked his heart rate up. Warmth crept into his extremities, radiating outward from the burgeoning fire in his belly. His mouth felt dry.

But logic crawled back into the fore. No. She couldn't possibly mean that. She was a grown woman with a husband and a job; she wasn't going to hit on stupid freshmen students. He was reading his own fantasies into this. She was just one of those touchy-feely types who liked to hug people; that didn't mean she wanted to touch his dick. He crept back from the edge of that emotional cliff.

Something changed in her expression. A shift in her smile? Or maybe it was her eyes? Something, though, because he got the briefest sense that she knew exactly what he was thinking.

Her ruby lips parted and her pink tongue flashed briefly. "I’ve been told I give very good lip service, too," Dr. Jennings purred.

Her eyes then left his for a full beat as she stared down. But not at the floor. No, the angle of her gaze was aimed more at his midsection. Like perhaps his groin. Or maybe his dick.

Simon's heart began to thud in his chest. Okay, maybe it hadn't been his imagination. Maybe she really was talking about his dick. Maybe this really was happening. Maybe his life really was turning into a porn scene.

The last shreds years of restraint clung desperately to that possibility. Super hot professor comes onto student. After a few cheesy lines, she unfastens his pants, marvels at his cock, then loudly begins sucking it. Then she's half straddling the desk while he pounds into her. Then they finish with her kneeling in front of him while he blows his load onto her face. That's how the porn scene would go.

Except Simon was also knew porn was pretty fake. Having viewed many, many hours on the Internet as a horny boy, the stilted dialog and cheesy premises became pretty evident as artificial. Real people didn't talk like that. And given how uncomfortable and bored the performers often seemed, he hoped real people didn't fuck like that either. Also, rumor in junior year was that Heather Perry broke up with Jeff Baxter after he tried cumming on her face, so Simon was pretty sure that finishing move was another porn lie.

So what was this? Was he vastly misreading the situation, trying to turn it into some fantasy from his high school days? Or was this too good to be true scenario actually real?

He dared not walk away. What if it was real? This might never happen again. What if this was the only opportunity like that he ever got?

But what if it wasn't? What if he was just lonely and horny and desperate enough to twist this into something it was not? Or what if it was just the universe deciding to fuck with him again? One incident with a sorority girl might get him some side eye suspicion for awhile, but a second incident with a female professor? He'd become the campus pervert, assuming they didn't boot him out of school.

The fear gave him the emotional strength to hold back his libido. He stamped on the mental brakes so hard he was standing on them, but it worked. His groin felt warm and he could feel his balls felt like big lead weights, but his cock remained dormant.

It wouldn't last, though. Too much stimulus in the system. He could probably a few minutes before it was beyond control. Enough time to find a bathroom stall to hide in for 20 minutes till the feeling passed. Undignified, but better to bear his shame in private than to lumber across campus with a massive, embarrassing bulge in his pants like done kind of pervert. So best figure this situation out quickly.

"I," he began. He swallowed, his mouth feeling dry as cotton wool. "I think that would be . . . good," he ventured. Every word felt like he was creeping across frozen river, listening to the ice creak beneath his feet.

"I mean, I think I could use a hand . . . from you. I mean, I know you have to help yourself, but sometimes you need it from someone else . . .? Right?" Beads of sweat began to dot his hairline. Was he responding in kind or just babbling again?

 

[Cum_Inside]

She did giggle, then.

It was clear that Simon was out of his depth but at least his timid response made it clear that he did understand what was going on, even if he still didn't fully believe it.

Well, it was time to solidify her offer and show him that she was serious.

Avery stepped away to take purposeful steps over to the door. It was later in the afternoon now, nearing supper, and most professors' office hours were long finished by now but Avery couldn't take the risk. She'd shut the door and flicked the lock within a span of a few seconds and then cast a coquettish look back over her shoulder at him, offering him another reassuring smile.

She didn't want him to be nervous. She wanted him to enjoy it. Sex was only as good as your partner made it, and having partners who weren't comfortable or even willing to participate never was any fun. She knew that for a fact based on the entire last two years of sex with her husband.

She'd never had a virgin, though, and Simon was definitely giving her that vibe. It made her curious as to why that would be so since he wasn't exactly ugly by any stretch of the imagination, and that combined with his intellect made him an excellent choice in a lover. She realized that some university girls could be quite shallow, but there were diamonds in the rough out there too, into guys like Simon. She wasn't exactly sure why some pretty little freshman girl hadn't scooped him up already.

Of course he was nervous, but that was to be expected; he was in close quarters with a woman twice his age and she was coming onto him pretty obviously. Said woman was also in a position of authority over him and had the capacity to end his university career in a heartbeat. She didn't blame him one bit about his timidity, but especially not if he was virginal on top of that.

But Avery had no plans to do anything to negatively impact Simon Idris.

She was fairly confident he would end up enjoying what was about to happen. Now, she just needed her own burst of confidence to follow through with it - Avery was not everyone's choice of sexual partner, her age creeping up there and her figure more curvy and voluptuous than seemed to be the norm lately, but some guys liked that, right? The way Simon's eyes kept dragging over her breasts informed that he did like that. Very much so.

She took a deep breath and leveled her shoulders.

Turning to face him, Avery's steps back into his personal space were slow and measured which gave him enough time to put a stop to this and run if he wanted to. He had to be sure. There was no going back from this, so she really needed him to be on the same level. His last comment implied that he was, but maybe he was still in shock and disbelief.

"Oh Simon, I know all too well about helping ones' self and that's not on your agenda for tonight."

Her white painted fingernails caught the bottom hem of his shirt and she smoothed her hand up his chest to splay her fingers over his pounding heart. It was thudding against his chest so hard she almost expected it to burst free. Good. Simon was excited. She hoped there was an intense throbbing in his jeans, too.

"Don't worry Simon. It's not a test. Let's just... go over the material together," she breathed, leaning up to press her red lips against the underside of his jaw. Simon let out a broken little gasp, and she was clear that any rationalizing he had been doing was over now. He could "brush off" the accidental grazing of her tits against him, could "brush off" her invasion of his personal space as true concern for her students and her desire to encourage him to feel comfortable talking to her, but he couldn't just "brush off" the locked door and touch of her mouth.

This was happening.

As much as Avery wanted to feel the clumsy slide of lips against hers, something about that felt too intimate. She couldn't explain it, felt silly even thinking it, but there was something intrinsically wrong against kissing a strange man with the same mouth she would offer her husband later that night. It felt a lot deeper than a quick, casual fuck and flee with a student.

Avery loved kissing. If Simon kissed her, Avery might have trouble controlling herself and she had to keep a tight handle on this encounter. She had to guide him in the direction she wanted, and if he was as inexperienced as she thought, that task should not be too hard, but he couldn't kiss her. Avery only kissed the man she loved (or didn't? Whatever - moral of the story was that she only kissed her husband).

Simon's backpack fell to the floor with a heavy thud.

Avery hoped there was no laptop in there, but that thought was gone in a flash as she took in the overwhelmingly thick scent of him once more directly under her nose. She slid that up along his cheek until it bumped against his earlobe, where she pulled back just enough to whisper, "sit back down in your chair Simon, and I'll show you exactly what I meant about that lip service claim - our chosen field values empirical evidence above all and not just hypotheses, after all."

Okay so that was obnoxiously cheesy (even Avery admitted it), but Simon didn't seem to mind at the sudden moan he let out against her cheek at her words. Avery thought her quip had been reasonably clever, actually, and it just so happened that it lightened the situation a bit and broke the ice. It helped him to relax.

She was just a typical woman who laughed at her own ridiculous jokes - nothing to be scared of at all. She didn't take herself as seriously as her students might imagine she did with her impeccable dress code and hair always tightly bound in some kind of updo or braid for professionalism. Avery wasn't as stiff as all that; she was generally pretty laid back at home, to be honest.

Simon stumbled over his feet to comply with her demand, impossibly long legs only taking one stride before he was falling back into the chair, knees pressed together. He was sitting pretty straight again, nervous energy palpable in the air between them. She reached out and grasped one knee in each hand, green eyes locked on his as she applied gentle force and encouraged them to spread without ever saying a word. Stepping in between them, Avery carded a hand through soft brown hair, rubbing the strands beneath her fingers, one wicked thought crossing her mind: how lovely that will feel as I bury my hands in it and direct you how to eat my pussy.

But it wasn't her ultimate intention.

She suddenly fisted her hand in his hair and tugged his head back a little sharply so that his eyes raised from her now eye-level heavy breasts. She knew he could see her engorged nipples straining against the fabric of her blouse. Maybe Simon still wasn't sold on this encounter, but Avery was in charge. She watched his reaction for any sign of regret or hesitation; anything that would signal she needed to take a step back. She saw nothing like that in his expression, but still, she said very softly, "tell me, Simon. Do you want me to prove my claims?"

 

[saedo]

Simon thought he'd blown it when she stepped away. Clearly he'd misread the situation or said something wrong or missed her message or something. An apology started to bubble up from below, trying to make his insensate tongue work again.

But then Dr. Jennings locked the door. When she turned to him again, she had a look in her eyes that looked much like the one Amanda had leveled at him weeks ago. At least, before Amanda has his pants off.

Dr. Jennings, though, acted with far more purpose. She strode back to him without hesitation and put a hand on his chest. In heels, she was just able to reach his face with her lips. These pressed against his jaw midway along the right. Her lips lingered for a rather intimate stretch of time, his carotid pulsing just beneath.

When she drew back, dumped his backpack unceremoniously on the floor to free his hands. At least he knew this part of it. All those makeout sessions with half-drunk sorority girls had taught him a few things that he was eager to try out.

But Dr. Jennings turned away as he bent his head, causing his lips to graze her cheek. She instead placed a hand on the opposite side and held him close while she whispered instructions to him.

The raging libido in his groin subsided like a barking dog suddenly silenced by a smack on the nose. His lust slunk back in confusion while he tried to piece out what had just happened. She kissed him, but she didn't want him to kiss her back? Was kissing not part of the process? Or had he done something wrong?

He numbly complied with her directions, stumbling in his haste to take his seat. . Whatever was going on here, it still held the promise of being really good for him. But since he apparently did not understand the rules, he had to tread carefully. What if Professor Jennings decided to stop because Simon didn't know what he was doing? He clung to the hope that following her instructions would prolong the encounter.

Dr. Jennings came in closer than before now. Her eyes glittered with excitement . . .or was it amusement? With him seated, she had the height advantage. She stood inched from his chair between his knees and leaned forward till he was looking sharply up. She suddenly grasped his hair and bent his neck back even farther. "Tell me, Simon. Do you want me to prove my claims?""

Force of will had held back his libido earlier, but now it was anxiety and intimidation that kept him the thick flesh soft. Events were moving not only fast, but sideways. He felt like he was at least a step behind already and at risk of falling back even further if he didn't get a handle on this.

Prove her claims. That meant have her do something to him, right? That was good, right? So say yes. Or did making her prove it mean he doubted her skills? That was a bad thing, so maybe say no? Or was it just playful teasing, so sounding critical was merely poking fun? So say yes?

He opened his mouth. "Y-yes . . . ?" His tone warbled as he tried to find the thin line between sounding either too certain or too noncommittal.

 

[Cum_Inside]

He still sounded uncertain, but Avery wondered if that was still just anxiety and not any real desire to escape the situation. Simon was likely strong enough that he could force her to back off physically if he didn't like what she was doing, but maybe the fear that she might retaliate kept him prone under her hands. That wouldn't do at all, so they had to cross that bridge right now.

Though she hadn't wanted to put words to this, it had to be concisely voiced for Simon to lose his inhibitions and relax enough to enjoy it - there was no punishment if he said no to her, and she never wanted him to feel like he couldn't just because he was her student. Consent was not a joke; lately, Allan took her silence as consent to mistreat her and that crushing feeling that he didn't respect her enough to consider her wants/needs broke her heart. She wouldn't allow Simon to feel like he couldn't speak up if ever he was uncomfortable. She had a feeling Simon didn't say much at all, but this was a safe space. Here, he was always free to speak his mind.

She let go of his hair and clasped his face tenderly between her tiny palms. Before they continued she needed to understand the root of his discomfort and clarify a few things.

"Simon," she said calmly, "you need to tell me if you want me to suck your cock. Normally I wouldn't ask so directly, but you're hesitating and I need to know WHY. Either you want this or you don't - there are no strings. I don't expect anything in return and you won't get punished if this isn't what you want. Don't ever be afraid to tell me exactly how you feel about anything that happens or doesn't. What you want matters," Avery enunciated clearly.

"I promise you that it's okay to say no, but it's okay to say yes, too. The only limit to our fun is no kissing on the mouth. Other than that, everything else is on offer. Maybe you needed me to be more transparent from the get-go, Simon, so let me rectify that. I do appreciate critique on my teaching style, so from now on let me be clear: I'm going to blow you until you give me a nice, thick load of cum and maybe after that I'll even let you fuck me if your head is still screwed on straight. Now. Tell me - do you want this?" Avery questioned firmly, steadily.

"If not, I'm happy you came to see me about your readings and I'll see you tomorrow morning as if none of this ever happened. I'm a big girl, Simon. I won't lose any sleep if you want to leave, but I will if you stay in that chair because you feel you have to. If you do want me, be a dear and help me unbutton my blouse? I'm feeling very flushed suddenly."

Now there was no misunderstanding.

Now it was clearly up to him to decide where they went from here; the ball was in his court.

 

[saedo]

The look that flashed across her face wasn't exactly positive. But it wasn't negative. Not exactly.

While Simon mentally scrambled to find a better response, Dr. Jennings again did something he didn't expect. She released her grip on his hair and instead settled into his lap. She then placed both hands aside his face and spoke to him in a very, calm even tones from a distance close enough to feel her every word on his lips

This really, really wasn't like TV or the movies at all. Nothing coy or flirty. No games or misdirection. She spoke to him directly without guile or artifice.

When she concluded, Simon took a deep breath. As close as she was, he could feel her nipples digging into his torso as his lungs expanded. He tried to ignore it. He had to get this part right. It was important.

"Yes, I really want you to suck my cock. And do all those other things you talked about. But I'm nervous because you're my professor and because you're crazy beautiful and because I haven't had much success with women and because I recently had an really horrible embarrassing experience with one and I really don't want to have that happen again."

He stopped his rambling when he ran out oxygen and inhaled again. "So I'm really sorry if I'm not doing this part right because I don't know what I'm supposed to, but please don't stop. Please."

Professor Jennings retained her knack for inscrutability. But something like a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Be a dear and help me unbutton my blouse? I'm feeling very flushed suddenly."

Simon opened his mouth, but promptly shut it. The words thing did not seem to be his strong suit today. He nodded sharply, then reached for her blouse.

Like most days, her blouse was buttoned to the top, so Dr. Jennings tilted her head back to let him access the first button. His fingers slipped on the slender disk -- apparently women's blouses used smaller buttons than men's shirts -- but he managed to slip it through the hole on next attempt.

He followed the line down, trying to be ginger as his hands brushed against her silk covered breasts. That was the gentleman thing to do, right? But even that intention has to be discarded somewhat. With Dr. Jennings in his lap, he had to find the lower buttons by touch alone, so he has to feel his way down her breasts and then her narrow torso till his hands met her skirt. Desiring to be thorough, he untucked her blouse to get the final few buttons.

Now he was sitting in a chair with a gorgeous woman sitting on his lap with her blouse gaping from open to reveal a lacy bra and the largest breasts he'd ever seen. Meanwhile, his cock began to creep its way down his pants leg in appreciation of the view and the warm pressure of her body against him.

"Would you like me to do anything else?" he inquired hopefully.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Much better.

Her smile this time was full of glistening white teeth, lips stretched wide to show her pleasure with him.

She had hoped that he would take her up on his offer. Despite her words to the contrary, Avery would have been disappointed if he said no, but the world would go on. It would just mean another lonely night in the tub with her favourite toy, but instead of a nameless fantasy male, Simon would have been the star.

She didn't have to worry about that now.

His anxious babbling this time confirmed that yes - Simon was indeed a virgin. Simon was indeed worried about any possible fallout if this encounter went south. But his words also stoked the fire inside her. "Crazy beautiful" he had called her - she hadn't heard that from her husband in years. Nowadays she got lucky if he even noticed she'd gotten a haircut, that funny little squint of his eyes when he knew something was different but never paid enough attention to figure out exactly what that might be.

To hear someone so young and attractive flatter her like that felt wonderful - here she was old enough to be his mother and he admitted that her looks made him nervous. It was a funny joke. The kind she might laugh at if she didn't have other priorities at the moment.

Oh, trust me, baby, something will be heading south of the equator very soon Avery snickered to herself wickedly.

Her tongue stroked across her lips and he followed the movement with his eyes. Maybe that was what had caused him to freeze up just a moment ago; Simon maybe hadn't had any women do the horizontal dance with him before but he'd probably kissed a few girls, at least. He probably thought it was the norm - in most cases, it was. Avery expected her husband to slip her a bit of tongue before he got down to business, but in a casual encounter like this, there was no "normal".

She almost wished she hadn't made such a rule, because Simon's mouth and warm puff of breath against her throat was so tempting, but Avery couldn't allow herself to cross that line. She'd put her mouth anywhere else.

Simon's hesitance made so much sense now. She'd have to be careful not to scare him off, but being clear and firm with him seemed to help. The way his hopeful blue eyes were alternating between quick peeks at her immense boobs and small flicks upwards to meet her eyes demonstrated how eager he was. He had been gentle and slow as he slow unveiled her breasts, and now the shirt dangled from her shoulders but gaped open just enough to reveal the classic ebony lace of her bra. She needed no such nonsense as a push-up bra, lucky enough to even find one that fit her at all, and so they were practically spilling out of the cups and filling the space between them.

Avery said, "go ahead and touch them if you want, Simon. Don't be scared - soon enough we're going to very well acquainted," she laughed easily, fitting her hand down into the narrow gap between their stomachs searching for something a bit lower but stroking teasingly over the loose cotton of his shirt.

This chair made it difficult to settle fully into Simon's lap - the arms compressed her thighs uncomfortably when she tried to sink any lower and her knees were barely able to find any purchase alongside his own muscular legs. Apparently, when she'd bought the chair she hadn't been thinking of fucking handsome college boys in her office. It meant that she couldn't properly get a feel for what he was working with without actively reaching out and taking it in hand.

Simon had taken her up on her invitation and raised both hands to grope clumsily at her tits. He was rubbing and squeezing and caressing her gently. Even though his grip was not the most confident, each touch was barely there as though he was afraid he might shatter her. He also never touched below the cups, fingers only ghosting over the alabaster skin on view hanging out over the lace. Avery gave him a considering look before blindly reaching back with her free hand and popping open the clasps that held her full-bodied chest captive. They sprung free and the amazed expression on his face was more than enough to satiate Avery for the moment, watching the way his eyes raked over her pebbled pink nipples, tiny against the larger mass of her tits. There. Hopefully he'd gain a little confidence now.

"Pinch them. Nibble at them. Play with them, Simon. I'm not glass - you can't break me, baby," she whispered into his ear, her teeth catching the lobe and biting lightly in example. She kissed her way down the hard ridge of bone that defined his jaw until she got to his throat and fastened her lips on the tender skin there and sucked until a deep purple bruise was blossoming under her mouth.

He jerked underneath her, sensitive nerves on fire, and Avery couldn't hide her smirk. She wondered if he even knew what he liked except for his hand around his cock. She couldn't wait to teach him.

Her wet tongue stroked over his carotid and lower to his collarbones. Avery buried her nose against his flesh once again and inhaled. Something about that masculine scent soaked her panties every time. The now steady throb of arousal in her groin told her that they could skip foreplay because Avery couldn't wait that much longer.

Of course, she'd still let him play with her body as much as he wanted, but Avery was thirsty and that needed to be quenched right about now.

She slid out of his lap and her knees hit the tiled floor with a hard "thunk". It didn't bother her, so fixated on her goal that nothing else seemed to matter. Her skirt was gathered tight around her thighs, so she hiked it up a bit to allow for more unrestricted movement.

Down here, she could see the thickening length snaking down his left trouser leg. Her eyes widened, suddenly unsure that she was seeing correctly. That thing in his pants looked massive! Slowly, she raised her head to meet his eyes, fingers pausing at the clasp of his belt buckle.

She must have been, because Simon flinched away from her like he had been burned, large hands pushing at her shoulders in an attempt to break free. Avery wouldn't allow it, steeling herself and leaning into his body. If Simon really was uncomfortable he knew to use his words now and his strength guaranteed he wasn't a prisoner here, either. Until he said "stop", Avery had no intentions to do so.

She stretched one finger up and pressed it against his lips, amazed green eyes softening and hopefully providing him with some solace. It did seem to settle him somewhat, and he slumped back against the chair but his fingers gripped the arm so tightly she thought he might snap them.

Avery wasn't running and neither was he.

She needed to know.

Delicately, she flicked his belt open and thumbed at the button holding his jeans. She never broke eye contact as she lowered his zipper and attempted to fish his cock out of his pants, but the moment her hand came in contact with the pulsating rod of hard flesh, it stole her breath. She couldn't get her hand around the damn thing! Still, even as tense as he was, Simon raised his hips obediently to allow her to push his jeans down just enough to let his dick pop free.

She looked down again and breathed, "fucking hell, Simon."

She stared. And stared. She'd never had a cock that large - had never even seen one so huge except in those clearly fake pornos she watched late at night on her tiny little phone screen in the privacy of their den. She doubted she could take it, but fuck, she wasn't turning back now.

Her mouth started to water at the prospect of choking on that lovely piece of equipment. She might not be up to the challenge, but she was damn well going to try! It might tear her to pieces in the process, but Avery was known for being stubborn.

Suddenly, his words came back to her. it felt like an ice-cold bucket of water had doused her and frozen her solid: "because I recently had a really horrible embarrassing experience with one and I really don't want to have that happen again"

Some silly little girl had seen this monstrous erection and run screaming; some silly little girl had done wrong by him because she was afraid of something he had been gifted with. It hadn't been his fault, but Simon likely felt as though that person's fear was based on something he'd done wrong. It was likely why he was so self-conscious, so concerned with her opinion of him.

Well, if there was anything Avery was not, both "silly" and "little girl" were not even close to correct. Avery relished the challenge. She would take him if it was the last thing she did.

He was squirming again in the chair, probably debating if he should follow-through with his plan to run, but his body fell limp when Avery grabbed his shaft in her tiny hand (well, she held onto it as best she could considering she couldn't even get her fingers to meet around the diameter of it) and leaned in to drop a kiss right in the middle of his swollen mushroom head.

Green met blue and stayed locked together.

Avery's mouth opened and instead of words coming out, Avery filled that space with action: her lips slid down around the crown and her ears were filled with Simon's loud moan as wet heat enveloped him for the first time.

 

[saedo]

Simon was able to relax slightly when Dr. Jennings smiled. Apparently he'd said the right thing after all. This fact was confirmed when she opened up her bra and invited him to play with her tits.

Her breasts were even larger than he realized. He'd fondled a few decent-sized boobs before, although always with at least the bra if not an entire shirt in the way. But he doubted that even adding all of them together wouldn't come close to filling one of Dr. Jennings cups.

Even her nipples were enormous. Granted, they were still small little towers on top of massive hills, but they were thick enough for him to actually curl his tongue around when she invited him to do so. He loved the way they swelled against his tongue, becoming hard and thick. He suckled at her right one, enjoying himself immensely.

He was almost disappointed when she pulled back and slid off his lap. But his mood immediately improved when Dr. Jennings pushed his knees apart and turned her attention to the bulge along the right leg.

Dr. Jennings eyes went wide and he saw her silently mouth, "Oh my God." Her finger traced the obscene distortion in the denim with a look of amazement. And what he thought might be fear.

When she met his gaze, he could see clearly that he was right. Her look said not just "that's a big cock", but "that's a scary big cock". He cringed, already dreading her words. She'd probably be nicer about it than a drunk sorority sister, but she was going to tell him that he was way too big for someone like her and that this encounter was over.

Except she didn't. Dr. Jennings reached for his belt buckle instead. She then very deliberately tugged his jeans out of the way and fished his cock out into the light.

As the pillar swung into view, Dr. Jennings showed a mix of curiosity, excitement, and concern. Not quite in the same ratio as Amanda, but clearly he was not what she was used to.

Simon has always wondered if he was all that different. He knew he was bigger than average, but the Internet was full of porn videos with guys as long or nearly as long as he was. So maybe he wasn't that uncommon.

But most of those guys also had dicks shaped like slender bananas. Simon's cock was more like a fire hydrant: bulky for its length. He couldn't begin to encircle it with just one hand; Dr. Jennings might not even manage with two.

But despite the trepidation she exuded, there was a set to her eye that suggested she refused to be dissuaded. She reached for the thick shaft and gripped it as best as her slender fingers could manage. When that proved less than adequate, she added her other hand. She then carefully tilted the pillar towards her and kissed the tip.

Simon began to breathe rapidly through his nose as Dr. Jennings parted her lips. First he was excited to be getting his first blow job. But then he rather nervously noted that his massively thick cock also seemed uncomfortably close in diameter to that of her mouth. The one with the shiny white teeth.

He'd never really thought of another person's teeth as scary. A growling dog, maybe. Those great whites on Shark Week, sure. But a pretty girl with a big smile was a pleasant thing.

But then he wasn't usually sticking a hypersensitive portion of his anatomy between the jaws of a pretty girl with a big smile. So when he felt Dr. Jennings incisors bump across the mushroom shaped head, he shivered and clenched the arms of the chair.

But Dr. Jennings seemed unperturbed. She adjusted the angle of her approach and he felt her teeth slide past without issue. Once she cleared the entire head and could close her lips past the flared cockhead, she seemed quite pleased.

Simon groaned appreciatively. The warm heat of her mouth felt so good. Her tongue slipped around the sensitive head, prompting a series of involuntary gasps. "Oh! Ah! Mmm! Ah!"

After half a minute, she popped her mouth off it, trailing a translucent string of saliva and precum from her lower lip. He was oozing like a leaky faucet, a thick pearl already forming at the tip in the seconds since she'd removed her lips. When Dr. Jennings stroked his shaft, a trickle of the fluid gushed out and began dripping down the sides.

Dr. Jennings grabbed a few deep breaths before resuming. Her mouth swallowed up the head again as her hands held the fat pole steady. She bobbed a bit this time, taking a little bit more of him. He could feel her clench up slightly each time the tip slipped towards the back of her throat. He got the sense that she's like to try more, but his size and the current positioning were working against her.

Not that it mattered much to Simon. The attention to his head already had him straining to hold himself back. Time lost all meaning, so he had no idea how long he'd lasted. Hopefully something respectable. "Oh! Ah! Fuck! Yeah!" He could feel his balls about to boil over. Any second now . . . .

Which was when she stopped. Dr. Jennings popped his cock out, prompting Simon to groan. He'd been so close. Deprived, his cock throbbed angrily in her hands, swelling even more in girth as thick veins began to bulge along its tree trunk.

Her delighted grin indicated she'd done so deliberately. She'd skillfully taken him to the edge but kept him from going all the way. Pretty impressive, really.

"That was really incredible," Simon panted as his lust levels dropped from "Explosion Imminent" to merely "Hard as a Rock". "I was almost going to cum there when you stopped. That was close."

His gaze met her dancing green eyes. "Uh, we're not totally stopping, are we? Because I really want to keep going."

 

[Cum_Inside]

Avery’s jaw was already starting to get sore from the extensive stretch of his cock in her mouth, even though it had only been a few minutes of sucking. A few times she managed to slip lower on his shaft until the helmet grazed her uvula and made her swallow back her gag reflex, but she wished she could do more to bury him deep in her throat. Maybe with loads of practice she’d be able to manage that, but Avery had committed herself to the fact that this would be a one-time only deal; a promise she wanted to take back already as she felt the desire to take that huge dick fully inside her like a champ, because she would indeed need time to work herself up to that.

It was a shame because she usually received accolades for her oral skill, though Simon probably would never know that.

Even though she’d naturally birthed a son, that had been seven years ago and her husband didn’t exactly have enough to stretch her out at all - even with her advancing age, Avery was proud to say that everything down south was still pretty tight. As much as it had been a struggle to wrap her mouth around him, Avery wondered if he’d even fit inside her pussy. Fuck.

She wanted to try so badly.

After a few bobs, Avery admitted that it wasn’t going to happen. Whatever she hadn’t been able to fit in her mouth had been receiving steady strokes of her hands over silken flesh, and those caresses continued as she debated on what to do. He was almost there; she could feel it in the pulses of his cock and the tensing of his balls, and Avery didn’t mind getting a nice moisturizing facial once in a while, but didn’t think that’s how she wanted this to end. She wanted to give him something to remember.

Suddenly, an idea came to her.

She pulled back and leveled him with an excited grin, green eyes glimmering in the dim light of the office. She smacked her lips, drawing her tongue over them once again. His precum was a little salty but she still wanted to go back for more - he wasn’t bitter in the least, and it was a fairly thick consistency, which she liked. She had high hopes for the load of cum he was going to give her.

“I promised you a fuck, Simon, but we don’t have enough time for that I don’t think; don’t get me wrong - I want to, but this monster dick of yours is going to tear me a new one,” she laughed. “It will take me a bit to even work up to that, but it’s not a quick Thursday evening affair. When I suggested it earlier I didn’t know you were working with anything even close to that size, but I have something I think you’ll like just as much.”

Avery climbed back into her feet and reached for the zipper on the side of her skirt. With a quiet whisper of fabric, Simon’s eyes watched as it pooled on the floor at her feet before slowly tracing a line back up her legs. His mouth dropped open a little as he took in the image before him: his professor nude save for her panties (nothing overly fancy mind you, but the effect of matching black lace that hugged her hips just right and revealed a small peak at the luscious ass they contained did wonders for a teenage libido), with her immense breasts heaving in time with her breathing. She threw him a wink as her thumbs hooked in the elastic band of her bikini briefs and pushed them down, too.

She was bare save for a thin triangle of dark hair just above her soaked quim. In the light, Simon could likely see the smear of honey that coated the insides of her thighs, but she planned for him to get a bird’s eye view anyway. Still sprawled in the chair, Simon sat with his mouth gaping silently, deep blue eyes having trouble deciding just what they wanted to focus on: her eyes, her tits or the uncharted territory hidden between her legs.

Avery turned her back to him and took a few tiny steps to her desk, where she pushed her laptop to the side and bent over the hard surface, feet shoulder width apart and breasts smushed underneath her torso as she pressed them against the wood finish underneath her. The stance spread her open for him to investigate a little better. Peeking back over her shoulder, Avery wiggled a finger at him in a gesture to “come hither”.

Simon rose from the chair with his pants still clinging to his thighs and quickly crossed the distance between them. He laid a reverent hand on the small of her back, fingers twitching to touch her lower and take a handful of her ass.

Avery’s tone was honey thick when she spoke next.

“I thought you could play with my pussy or slide that cock in between my cheeks until you feel like you’re ready to cum, Simon - we can get off together. I’ve decided where I want to take your load - initially I thought I’d give you something better than a sily facial, but I’ve changed my mind. I want to taste it, but I also want to show you what a pretty little picture I make wearing your cum like a trophy,” she declared, naughty little smile back in place.

“Does that sound like a good plan, baby?”

 

[saedo]

Simon cock bobbed with every heartbeat as Dr. Jennings bent over in front of him. Although she generally looked pretty young, her maturity was much more apparent from this angle. Her posterior was unequivocally a woman's ass, unlike the tiny little girl butts of these sorority sisters.

Simon's eyes locked down on the puffy pink lips of her pussy. When Dr. Jennings bent over her desk, the delicate flesh was presented directly towards him. He'd seen plenty on the Internet, fondled one through panties, but never seen one in person. Instinctively, he felt his lust rising.

But Dr. Jennings words warded him off as he approached. He could look, he could touch, but he couldn't penetrate. Apparently even she thought his "monster dick" was too large for her.

Unfortunately, he couldn't quite disagree. As his cock -- now hard enough to jut upward at a steep angle above his heavy scrotum -- neared her naked rear, the disparity became more apparent. The head of his cock looked way, way thicker than her pussy. He'd always heard that vaginas were stretchy, but hers would need to be really elastic to fit his girth. Maybe he was just too big for her.

Part of him still wanted to try. After all, she's gotten him hard as a rock and then sucked his dick till his balls ached. Didn’t she owe it to him? Maybe he should just take it? Better to ask forgiveness than permission, right?

But this brief moment of bravado faded. Till Professor Jennings came onto him, his main source of relief was that custom Fleshlight that he hid away at the back of his sock drawer. Certainly getting his cock sucked was a vast improvement. Better to keep her happy and hope she wanted more.

Simon had to bend over a bit to get his cock low enough to slide beneath her. Had he ever been this hard before? Dr. Jennings cooed as the veiny shaft slid along her pussy lips.

"Wow, you're really wet," he noted as he felt her juices drench across his pole. He took a bit of pride in that. He'd made her so hot that her pussy was practically dripping for him.

The two of them experimented to find a position that worked best. Dr. Jennings wound up leaning on one arm at a more vertical angle as he slid in from behind. With her legs clasped together and slick with her nectar, the fat cock slid with just enough friction against her inner thighs and exposed labia to drive her wild. The veiny ridges brushed past her clit at just the right amount. Her free hand pressed the cock against her toned abdomen as the swollen inches grazed past. Could she ever hope to fit all of this inside her? If the girth didn't split her in two, the length might batter down her cervix and push all the way into her womb.

Simon has to admit, feeling Dr. Jennings pussy even from the the outside was pretty great. Her slender thighs provided a a decent squeeze on his cock and damn if Dr. Jennings didn't sound like she was getting off on it, too. That such a gorgeous woman was turned on by him thrilled him deeply.

They grunted and moaned together as he pumped between her thighs slow and steady. Minutes ticked by, though Simon couldn't tell how many. The pressure in his groin became the all-consuming thing in his life. He wanted to cum, but not too soon. Whatever that was.

But when sweat dripped down his face and his legs began to tremble, he knew he had to stop. Dr. Jennings almost certainly did not want him blowing his load across the stack of quizzes currently on her desk.

"Almost. There. Professor." His breaths came in short huffs. "Need. To cum. Soon."

 

[Cum_Inside]

He felt so good sliding through the sodden lips of her labia. On every pass, the juicy veins on his shaft throbbed against her quim and made her tremble. He kept nudging her clit just so and Avery had never been one to get off without penetration but this time was not like the others - even just the thought of this young man thrusting against her so eagerly, admitting that he found her pretty, wanting her made her preen like the foolish little college girl she definitely was not.

Her husband hadn’t paid her attention like this in so long. To be the focus of a handsome man at all, let alone such a young stud with a gigantic dick made her feel unequivocally sexy. There wasn’t anything quite like the feeling it gave her to know that.

She thought about saying fuck it all: she thought about telling him to take her. She bought about how painful that would likely be, and her cunt gushed unexpectedly.

She had never really enjoyed rough sex, finding that her partners never really could follow through the way she needed, always pausing to ask if she was okay or wanted to stop, and Allan was no exception to that rule. She’d stopped trying to like it. Imagining it with Simon made her pant like a bitch in heat - him holding her down as he forced her body to spread around him until he was pounding painfully away at her cervix. She imagined him taking it without asking her and disregarding her wishes, but that idea made her stomach churn uncomfortably. She couldn’t really picture such a sweet boy raping her, and admitting that she’d even spared a monent pondering such a taboo subject probably made her a terrible person.

Oh well.

What a shame she’d never get that chance to feel him breach her like that. For the second time, she regretted her decision that this was going to be a one-night stand.

Simon brought her back to reality with his declaration that he was close.

Raising herself from the awkward position she’d found herself in, Avery took to her knees once more before him. Her green eyes glittered in impatience as she wrapped both hands around his slippery rod. Her juices had saturated his cock completely until her wetness had even started to drop down his swinging sac and she had trouble holding onto it to stroke it. She only tried that for a few seconds before she realized she’d need to clean him off somehow.

Back to sucking, then.

“Cum for me, baby. I want that all over my face, remember; let me help you get there.”

This time, Avery heaved a nice deep breath and stretched her mouth nice and wide around the head and sunk down as far as she possibly could. Flickering her eyes down to assess her progress, she was stunned to see that she could only take about half of him before he was prodding at the back of her throat. Slipping her hands down the back of his underwear to grasp one of his asscheeks in each hand to give her a better angle of descent, Avery closed her eyes and focused.

She relaxed her throat as much as possible. Forcing herself to slide forward, the head bludgeoned at the barrier blocking his cock from her windpipe. With a bit of struggle, the muscles of her airway loosened just enough that on her next lunge she was able to slip down another couple of inches and completely bury his cockhead in her throat. Her vision went white behind her eyelids as this massive tool blocked off her ability to breathe.

Avery came off immediately, gasping and choking on it. That rush of losing her breath shocked her system and Avery felt her body convulsing, her own orgasm overtaking her with little warning. She practically howled, biting down on the flesh of her lip and drawing blood in order to stifle the sound before someone came to investigate. Simon was babbling something again, but her head was spinning and she didn’t hear him - that was okay, because his meaning was clear only seconds later when a blast of thick sperm burst across her nose and cheeks. Several more ropes followed and Avery counted them patiently as she attempted to catch her breath, letting him paint her face. By the time he had shot eight impressive salvos, her hair and face were absolutely covered. It was dripping from her eyelashes and pooling in the closed sockets of her eyes, globs dripping off her chin and running down the chasm of her cleavage.

Simon’s raspy pants and steady moans persisted and Avery smiled, now white lips turning up at his exclamation of pleasure.

He didn’t seem worried about the mess when he reverently grasped her chin in his large hand and looked down at her, but Avery couldn’t open her own green orbs to meet his gaze just yet - she had a fair amount of cleaning up to do before that.

She busied herself with that, small fingers stroking over her face and scooping up what globs she could and sucking them clean - every bit as delicious as she had been expecting - before blindly reaching for her shirt to wipe the remainder of her face.

She blinked a few times to try and shake off how sticky her cheeks still were - her eyelashes had been dragged down by the weight of his cum and had ended up glued to cheekbones until she had managed to make herself somewhat decent again.

Simon was leaning against her desk with his now limp dick hanging free, jeans still firmly holding onto his thighs with a few noticeable wet spots on the light denim. Instead of the eager look he’d been fastening her with this entire time, suddenly Avery found him to have an almost inscrutable expression.

She couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

Still, just as she had at the beginning of their meeting, she cleared her throat, rationality returning like a sucker punch in the mouth. Pushing herself up on shaky legs, Avery dressed quietly before addressing him.

“Thank you, Simon. This has been quite an informative afternoon. I apologize for my forward actions today but it seems that you didn’t mind that so much anyway. I apologize for cutting this short, but I’m afraid I have to be getting home. Please feel free to come to me with any other questions you may have and I’ll see you in class tomorrow,” she dismissed clearly, turning away.

Despite the firm tone of her words, her voice was broken and raw from where she’d forced herself past her limit and taken a hammering against her vocal chords in the back of her throat. She probably sounded as weak as a kitten and doubted he could take her seriously now, but the guilt was creeping in now that it was all over.

Avery had done something despicable. She had used a student for sex and cheated on her husband, completely aware of the repercussions the entire time. She had abused her power over Simon. She had broken her responsibility to him and the vows she had made all those long years ago to Allan.

She was nothing but a dirty, cheating bitch. She needed Simon to go. She needed him to go now and not come back.

She couldn’t face him any longer. Her words were cold, but she hoped that he’d get the message: yes, it had felt good but now it was over and would never happen again.

Simon was a smart boy.

He’d figure it out.

 

[saedo]

Dr. Jennings moaned at his words. Happy to have him cum? Or wishing he'd lasted longer? He didn't know quite how to translate her just yet.

She clambered off his cock and lowered herself to the floor. This time she had him bend over her so that his ramrod could be more easily aimed downward at her. The why became swiftly clear when she took not just the fat helm between her lips, but tilted her head so as to slip it into her throat.

Or, at least, "slip" was the hope. Simon instead felt the broad sweep of his cockhead catch on the narrow passageway. Dr. Jennings leaned forward, increasing the pressure, but managed only miniscule shift. Her hands reached around his ass and grabbed his cheeks; pulling his body towards her budged it a fraction more.

Her eyes glittered with determination. She retreated till his cockhead was brushing against the hard palate at the front of her mouth, then lunged forward with surpriung ferocity. A guttural "Ghhluck!" rumbled from her throat as she plunged the mighty phallus in.

The first effort was not quite successful, but the next thrust pushed through the restriction. Simon felt his cockhead slip a few inches more until it was firmly in her throat. Dr. Jennings slender neck bulged obscenely below her jaw around the oversized intrusion.

The experience lasted but a few seconds. Simon had hoped she might try to intake the handful of inches still yet to pass her lips, but even this much seemed to have overstepped her limits. Her eyes went wide without seeking to see anything and she made a mewling noises like a scared kitten. She pulled back rapidly with an explosion of choking noises ending in a loud gasp. She sank back against the front of her desk and bit her lip to contain a high pitched keen as her body shuddered and a sudden surge of fluids dribbled out her pussy.

The startling realization that Dr. Jennings was climaxing in front of him triggered Simon. His aching balls unloaded and a massive gush of thick cum spewed out of him. The first seemed to go on for several seconds and was followed a heartbeat later by a second. Simon lost count as the pleasure overwhelmed him. His last shred of consciousness focused on keeping his knees from buckling and aiming his cock down lest he spray cum all over Dr. Jennings' office.

That put Dr. Jennings directly in the firing line. But then she'd said she wanted a facial? Right? The memory of the past several minutes seemed hazy already as orgasmic bliss washed over him.

The net result may have been more than she expected. The only thing professor hadn't been splattered so much as coated in white cum. Simon's sperm capacity was quite extensive, so the woman's upper torso had only a handful of square inches untouched.

Simon had never seen anything like it. Definitely way better than those porn videos where a guy squirted barely a teaspoon of cum on some girl's cheek. Maybe he ought to take a picture.

The instinct translated to action quickly. With his jeans still half on, his phone was in easy reach. Dr. Jennings had shut her eyes to avoid the torrent and was still wiping the goop off her face. That she was also delightedly transferring all that jism to her mouth and smacking her lips only made it all the hotter. Simon made sure to swing his now semi-hard cock into view for context; with the cockhead just visible at the bottom of the frame with a thick pearl of cum oozing from the tip, no one would presume that the naked professor was covered in cake frosting.

Simon pocketed the phone before Dr. Jennings finished. It was probably wrong not to tell her, but it wasn't like he was going to show anyone. This image was going to be top of his private "Spank Bank" collection of photos. Personal use only, of course.

Fortunately, he shouldn't need that tonight. Once Dr. Jennings finished up, he wouldn't need much time to go again. His cock dangled at steep angle, still plump with blood, but no longer rigid. But he could go probably twice more tonight. He could already feel the tingling in his testicles at the prospect.

"Here," he said, offering a hand when Dr. Jennings had cleaned herself and made ready to stand. "That was incredible! I haven't cum so hard in like ever! But I think I might could do better next--!"

Dr. Jennings interrupted his babbling with a wave of her finger. "Thank you, Simon. This has been quite an informative afternoon."

"Oh, okay," Simon mumbled uncertainly. "So does that mean--?"

The professor continued on as if he hadn't spoken. "I apologize for my forward actions today but it seems that you didn’t mind that so much anyway. I apologize for cutting this short, but I’m afraid I have to be getting home."

She picked up her panties and stepped into them as she spoke, then did the same with her bra." Please feel free to come to me with any other questions you may have and I’ll see you in class tomorrow. " She nodded towards the door as she adjusted the final strap and then turned away.

"Oh, so you want . . . . Okay. Uh, I guess I'll get my stuff." Simon recognized he was being dismissed, so he hastily shoved his cock in his jeans and grabbed his backpack. He kept a mumbling narration going, half hoping Dr. Jennings might turn to say something. But she put on her skirt and began buttoning up her blouse with her back to him the entire time.

Simon shut her office door behind him. Well, that was confusing. Dr. Jennings had been super into him one minute, but then cool as a cucumber the next. Waa age mad at him? Had he done something wrong?

Then again, maybe this was how grown-ups did these things. Maybe they dispensed with all drama that teenage sex had. Just a quick wham, bam, thank you ma'am? They'd -- well, not exactly fucked, but something close -- and now it was done.

Simon nodded as he strode away. That made sense. Dr. Jennings was a busy lady; probably had stuff to do tonight. And this thing was unplanned, so she might be running late for whatever it is, hence the rushing him out the door. No worries. They'd just have to do it again when she had more time.

~~~~~~~~~
Simon made sure to keep his cool during class the next day. Making kissy faces across the room with at your girlfriend was something a dumb teenager would do. Adults were more sophisticated. He kept his eyes on his notes and the chalkboard. He even resisted the urge to sneak glances at Dr. Jennings. That's right; he could be mature about this.

He lingered after class waiting for folks to leave, but Dr. Jennings left shortly after she dismissed the students. He gathered his stuff up and jogged to catch up with her. When his long legs brought him up beside her, he said, "Hey, Dr. Jennings, I had some more questions. You know, about that stuff we covered the other day.."

 

[Cum_Inside]

Avery did feel more than a bit mean sending him off so abruptly, but it had been easy to ignore the truth of the matter when she’d been distracted trying to take all Simon had on offer: Avery was married. She shouldn’t have even dallied around with him at all, but she’d had a moment of weakness.

Simon seemed perturbed by her abrupt behaviour change but that didn’t matter: it wasn’t like they’d be doing this again at all, anyway, so as terrible as it was, Simon’s feelings on this subject didn’t matter. That was entirely opposite of what she had said to him earlier but those words were spoken in the heat of the moment when Avery was overwhelmed at the prospect of getting herself a good dicking.

She glanced in the compact mirror she kept in the drawer of her desk to make sure she had no cum visible on her skin. She still intended to go wash up before she headed home, debated actually going to have a shower in one of the gym showers before she met her husband like this, but in the end she realized that she really was running late.

She would just have to jump in the shower before she greeted him.

********

Simon was surprisingly nonchalant in class, barely looking at her. Occasionally they met eyes but he primarily seemed to be looking through her at the notes on the board. Avery tried her best to keep her attention directed to the either side of the classroom and not where Simon sat in his usual seat in the middle.

Quickly packing up her lesson plan, Avery attempted to escape the class before she could be caught unawares by any students (but especially Simon), just in case they tried to hold her back. She only had one more class before the weekend and then she could relax at home with Brody all weekend and pretend she hadn’t slutted it up with a naive teenage boy just the night before while she cheated on her husband.

She wasn’t so lucky.

Simon caught up with her easily and Avery had no choice but to stop her rapid stroll back to her office. She tried to hide her flinch, hoping that the smile she fixed on her face would be the first thing he would see as she turned to meet him head on.

“Good morning Mr. Idris,” she commented, “I’m not quite sure what you could possibly be confused about - we covered the readings in depth when you came to my office hours. My understanding was that you were clear about it all and ready to move on. I won’t be quizzing you guys about that chapter, but it was still important that you all read it for the foundation of work in the future,” she continued, words spewing out in a quick gaggle, hoping that he’d get the message: Avery was pretending nothing ever happened. It was time for Simon to do the same and move on with his life. The use of his last name would hopefully hammer that point home.

It had been fun but that’s all it had been.

 

[saedo]

Dr. Jennings smiled up at him, but it had almost no warmth in it. She kept moving as they talked, her eyes focused on the path in front of her. "'I’m not quite sure what you could possibly be confused about - we covered the readings in depth when you came to my office hours. "

Simon's brow furrowed. Why was she acting this way?
" Yes, I know, Dr. Jennings, " he replied cautiously. "I found that session to be very helpful. But I don't think I'm finished. I think I could use more, uh, instruction."

They reached the door to her department. Dr. Jennings paused with one hand on the door. Her posture gave the distinct suggestion that she did not wish for him to follow her inside.

Simon glanced around; no one close enough to hear. He rushed ahead before she could reply. "I understand that you are very busy, Professor, but I am willing to work around your schedule. Perhaps pick a time for another session?" Simon hoped he did not sound desperate.

Dr. Jennings smile shrank and her green eyes seemed chilly. "Mr. Idris, my understanding was that you were clear about it all." She paused, searching his face. "I think you are ready to move on."

Dr. Jennings put a slight emphasis on the end of her sentence that hit Simon like a brick to the head. He straightened up and took half a step back. He'd totally misread her. She wasn't saying that she was too busy to see him again right away. She was saying that they were done. That one time was the only time. She wanted nothing more to do with him.

"Oh," he mumbled. He'd been kicked in the balls once. The sharp pain of the blow wasn't here, but dull ache and nausea that set in afterwards was nearly identical to what he felt now. "Oh. Okay. I get it now. Okay. Sorry to bother you."

Simon backed away and wandered away in a daze. How had this happened? What has he done wrong?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Simon spent much of the weekend in a fit of drunken despair. Fucking women. He didn't deserve to be treated this way. Fucking bitches.

Seeing the Professor again the following week didn't help. She paid him no mind in class. He sat sullenly, barely able to jot any notes down.

It even interfered with his sex life. He woke up with morning wood, but his masturbatory efforts to relieve himself went nowhere. Pulling up her photo now just angered him too much to reach climax. Trying to think about other women failed. Even porn provided insufficient distraction. After a week, he felt like he was lugging a pair of bowling balls between his legs.

That finally helped him crystallize an answer. This was not his problem. He had done nothing wrong. No, this was all her doing. Dr. Jennings has done this to him. Winding his libido up like a cheap watch, promising to fuck him, then tossing him aside with the job half done and telling him it was over.

She'd done this. This was her fault. And she needed to fix it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Apparently no one ever came to the last half of her Thursday office hours. Simon had lurked in an empty classroom down the hall and no student had come near the department in half an hour. He decided the coast was clear.

As before, Dr. Jennings was the only office with a light on inside it. Rest of her colleagues has ducked out earlier. Aside from a whine of a vacuum cleaner down the hall, the place was deserted.

He stepped inside her office, surprising her. While she frowned at him from behind her desk, Simon turned the lock in the door as she had done. The click got her attention. She straightened up in her chair and opened her mouth. He could see the "Now just what do you think you're doing?!" recrimination in her eyes before her tongue started moving.

Simon interrupted before her protest began. "Shut up," he snarled. "Fuck your 'we're done' talk. Bullshit! You and I are not done. We're just getting started."

He'd crossed to the desk in couple of strides and leaned over her desk. He jabbed an accusatory finger at her and she pressed back into her chair. Good. He had her back on her heels for the moment. He needed to keep her off balance.

" You're the one who did this to me. You came on to me! You screwed with me and then tossed me out like I was garbage." He scowled at her. "No. No! You don't get to do that to me. You don't get to treat me like that. You're going to fix it. You're going to make it right. Or else."

Simon pulled his phone out of his right front pocket and opened the gallery up to the photo of her. He jabbed it towards her, holding it a foot away from her face. "That's you, naked, covered in my cum," he hissed. "I bet you don't want anyone to see that. Like your husband. Or the department chair. . Or maybe the campus newspaper. But they will. I've made copies. And I'll send them out. Don't fucking think I won't. I'll fucking do it! So you better start fixing things. Or else. "

 

[Cum_Inside]

Avery was a total bitch.

She should have known he wouldn’t take it so easily, but the severely distressed, pained look in Simon’s eyes when she laid the truth out for him almost made her want to tuck her head and run - she hadn’t meant to hurt him, but her judgement had been impaired that evening and she had made a mistake that left her skin crawling before he’d even left her office that night; Simon himself had been great, if not a little naive, but Avery had never intended for it to be anything serious. Simon’s feelings somehow had gotten wrapped up in it all, what with the way he was looking at her like she’d stabbed him in throat and left him to hemorrhage (well, she kind of had left him to deal with the aftermath of her bad decisions, yeah).

Even though those blue eyes froze over and then simultaneously shattered into pieces, Simon still excused himself politely. The tremor in his voice made it clear he wasn’t happy though, and Avery did flinch this time.

She was a people pleaser, but Simon was anything but pleased. Instead, Avery had given that title away and hit a home run that raised the score to “manipulative whore: 1, poor unassuming victim: 0.

She really was sorry, even if he couldn’t see that. By the time she raised her face to meet his eyes again (she was ashamed to look at him), Simon was beginning to take a few slow steps away from her. Avery kept the hand that desperately wanted to reach out for his arm in consolation firmly held to her side, fingers clenched. He likely wouldn’t appreciate her attempts to lessen the blow, and that hadn’t helped him understand her meaning in the first place. The last thing she needed would be to send him more mixed signals.

******

Avery tried to put it out of her mind over the span of that weekend, but any moment her time wasn’t otherwise by Allan or Brody found Avery reminiscing about that horrified look on his face when he realized just what she’d done. She was quiet and withdrawn but Allan noticed nothing, spending all of Saturday locked away in his office “making calls” to business associates, and Brody played and laughed and cuddled his mama just like nothing was wrong. They spent the whole day wrapped up in thick coats and mittens as Brody insisted on playing at the park with some of the kids from his kindergarten class.

At least this was one man she hadn’t disappointed.

On a side note, she was pretty sure that Erin Jackson was not interested in securing a deal about wireless ear buds with Allan - Avery was sure that Erin intended to have Allan put something else in one of her many orifices, that stupid slut. But that thought made Avery even more miserable: she couldn’t even be mad at Allan for cheating on her (like she strongly suspected he might be) because wouldn’t that be tit for tat? Avery deserved it.

But she didn’t think that poor Erin Jackson deserved Allan’s small penis, either. Now that Avery had a taste of what was out there, Allan couldn’t even come close to satisfying her anymore. His dick was not at all what she craved - that stiff tree trunk was being carried around by a student who she had definitely burned all bridges with. Rightly so, but the memory of it still made her shut her eyes in defeat and curse her bad behaviour.

******

In class on Monday, Avery kept waiting for the other shoe to drop; Simon was quiet and didn’t even look up at her the entire lecture, eyes fixated on his textbook, but she anticipated that maybe he’d try and seek her out to resolve this misunderstanding (because she wouldn’t blame him - to him, it had all been going so well until she pretty much literally slammed the door in his face) at any moment. He did not chase her down Monday. Or Tuesday during office hours. Or anytime Wednesday.

By Thursday morning, Avery was starting to think he really had put it behind him and done what she’d asked by moving on. The seemingly permanent tense set of her shoulders relaxed and she was able to get some class work done throughout the early half of her office hours (since nobody needed any help today) and was actually proud of her productivity. She hadn’t been able to dedicate the necessary focus to grading due in part to anxiety about the whole scenario with Simon.

She had to admit it did make her feel better that it hadn’t impacted him enough to stop coming to class, but she knew he was sensitive. Any moment could be that final push he needed to step over the line of “too much” and cause him to pull himself from her lectures. She really didn’t want anyone’s academic career to be put in jeopardy because of her lapse in logical behaviour.

Maybe about twenty minutes ago, Avery had finished checking her second year’s assignments and had moved on to scrolling absent-mindlessly through her Facebook on her laptop to pass the remaining one and a half-hours of dedicated office time. It was all very boring but it was something to do, at least.

She’d been resting her cheek on her palm, propped up on the desk when movement in the doorway surprised her. Avery straightened up, but deep emerald clashed with the iciest blue she’d ever seen, mouth falling open in surprise at Simon’s sudden arrival only hours after she had told herself he was no threat to her and would not be lurking around every single corner she turned. With the door locked and no point of escape, the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Simon meant business but Avery wasn’t buying buying what he was selling.

She had barely began to twist her tongue around the firm words he apparently needed to hear one more time when he silenced her harshly. The sound bubble burst in her throat with a shocked little squeak at his sharp curses - this was not the soft-spoken boy she’d met last week.

The ice in his eyes chilled Avery to the bone, spreading up the length of her arms and squeezing tightly around her heart. No. She had no idea what had happened to quiet, withdrawn, naive Simon Idris, but this man was not him. This man was reproachful, forceful, making demands of her and expecting her cooperation. This man didn’t want direction at all; he wanted her to put up and shut up like he had just explicitly ordered her to.

Well, if Avery was silent it was only because of her shocked stupor and not because of any real desire to obey him.

The accusatory finger he jabbed into her sternum made her reassess the situation one more time - she hadn’t seen him to have the capacity for violence before, but the fierce look in his eyes and forward gesture, combined with his words made him wholly unpredictable. She didn’t know what to say to potentially diffuse this situation.

She did know that he wasn’t wrong - she was to blame. Maybe it would be best to start there. But just as she opened her mouth to say so, Simon was gleefully displaying the candid photo he’d taken against her will at some point during their playtime last week.

Her heart stopped. She hadn’t even known he’d taken a picture at all, but now he was threatening to spread it around?

She’d lose everything. Her job. Her husband. Maybe even Brody.

She couldn’t deny that photograph, either. It was clearly not taken under duress; Simon’s over-large weapon was in the bottom half of the frame, but Avery’s broad grin and prideful beam even under the thick glazing of cum on her face and torso demonstrated that she’d been entirely willing.

Fuck.

This changed things a bit.

Avery swallowed her words and recalculated. Better to think this through and try to appease him. It wouldn’t hurt to hear his demands, and after that she could sit down and find a way to get out of this mess.

His threat made it clear.

There was nothing to do.

Slumping back defeatedly against her chair, Avery began to speak. Her eyes were wide and pleading now.

“Simon, please take a seat and let’s talk about th—“ he made an attempt to silence her, feeling like she was about to protest, but Avery was quick, reaching across the desk and placing both of her hands on top of his massive right paw, fingers stroking at his wrist in what she hoped was a placating gesture, even if touching him now made her want to be physically sick.

“No, Simon. I’m not making excuses. I’ve spent the last week hating myself for being so irresponsible and generally ignorant with you. I told you that your feelings mattered and tossed them out with the trash when I got what I wanted, but I didn’t start off planning for that on Friday. I didn’t plan for that at all, actually, any of it; it was all very spur of the moment, but I’m a bit behind on the way casual sex operates these days. I do know that you couldn’t have expected any more from me, Simon. I’m married (she raised her left hand where the diamond glittered in the light) with a family that I love very much. I was angry and disappointed by my husband Friday night and it’s no excuse, but I jumped on the chance to find some actual pleasure and satisfaction for once. Suddenly, someone wanted me. Someone young, fit, attractive... wanted me.

“It was a moment of weakness and I regret how I went about it. I had fun with you, Simon, but after it hit me like a ton of bricks: for the first time in my marriage, I’d cheated on my husband. With a student. I took advantage of you for my benefit Simon, and that wasn’t appropriate. It was heartless, and I admit that. I’m totally in the wrong here and you’re right to be mad, but what do you expect me to do? I made a mistake, Simon, please. I’m so fucking sorry. You have to know that,” she confessed, all that anxiety and sadness about what she’d done to him hitting her full-force and coming through in the shaky quality of her words.

“I don’t blame you for being angry, and I’m sorry I hurt you, but please think this through. I don’t care if you hurt me, but don’t hurt my husband or my son by making it public that I’m a cheating, lying bitch. Please,” she begged quietly. “Let’s figure it out. I-I can uhm...”

Avery paused, words stuck in her throat. She might regret this, but she had no choice. She had to buy some time to think of a solution, and by making it known to him that she agreed with his assessment, that she was the bad one, and that she wanted to make it up to him, maybe he’d let his guard down enough for Avery to make a move. Now, she just felt uncertain and hopeless.

Simon was madly intelligent. He’d probably thought of everything. Even if he wasn’t adept at the social game, he probably knew what she was planning before she did. She had to tread carefully, but the frozen surface of the ice could give way underneath her at any time and suck her into the frigid waters with no hope of escape. Every step needed to be carefully planned.

This time when she raised her eyes from where they’d been locked on her thumb dancing along the back of his hand gently, sweetly, Avery’s voice didn’t waver and her gaze was sincere.

“Let me make it up to you, Simon. What do you want from me?”

 

[saedo]

Simon listened to Dr. Jennings blather on with her apology. That she was sorry was at least something. But then again, she'd been a complete bitch to him and been entirely content with it till he'd shown her the photograph. Apologizing out of fear wasn't exactly sincerity.

Plus, he'd predicted that she'd probably try to talk her way out of his anger. Much of what she was saying sounded like she ought to be excused because she had a husband and kid and she'd just given in to a moment of weakness. As if it was okay for her to let her libido have free rein but he was a freak for wanting the same freedom. So he just let her wishy-washy defensiveness fuel his anger. He wasn't going to let her off the hook just with words.

Still, she eventually talked herself into a corner. Even she recognized that a little remorse wasn't enough. She took a breath and met his gaze. "Let me make it up to you, Simon. What do you want from me?"

Simon grinned. He'd actually set out here yesterday to have this confrontation with her. Midway across campus, that same question brought him to a standstill. What did he want from her? He'd focused on the fight, but suppose he won. What then?

Well, he wanted sexual satisfaction. But a simple blow job seemed anticlimactic. Worse than that, it seemed a victory for her. He spent a wee of anger and frustration, but all she has to do is suck his dick for a few minutes. Even fucking him for real seemed a small price to pay. It wasn't like she was giving up her virginity or something; she was married with a kid, so she'd had sex probably thousands of times. No it had to be more than a one times thing.

But an open-ended commitment would be too much to demand. His leverage on her was good, but no one wanted to put up with permanent blackmail. If she thought he was going to extort her forever, she might decide revealing the truth was better than being under his thumb. She might decide decide to tell her husband and just get it over with. That'd leave Simon with nothing.

No, the price had to be more reasonable. Something that rewarded him sufficiently, but without punishing her more than she could bear.

"Four months," he declared. "Four months, you belong to me. I get to have you how I want, where I want, when I want. You give me your cell phone number. When I call, you answer. Then I tell you what I want and you give it to me. After four months, it's over. I delete the photo and were done. Simple as that."

 

[Cum_Inside]

Her expression was flabbergasted for a few seconds as she wrapped her mind around what he’d just said: 4 months?! That was so unrealistic!

Avery didn’t think she could dedicate that much time to fucking around behind her husband’s back - she hadn’t even wanted to make this more than a one time occurrence. Not only that, but to give him her personal contact information and drop everything at a moment’s notice to satisfy him? She had responsibility. It wasn’t that easy.

Avery worried her lip, considering. Simon’s grin appeared almost maniacal in nature and Avery realized that it actually was easy: she had no choice. Simon had serious blackmail material hanging over her head that might cause her to lose more than a few hours a week having sex with a man that turned her on physically, regardless of how his personality now seemed to be causing the opposite effect.

Would it really be that bad? She was guaranteed regular sex (a teenage stud who had been sexually repressed would definitely want it pretty frequently) even if the thought of that hung cock made her nervous about her capability for the first time in her life.

As long as she was discreet about it... She still felt sick about cheating on her husband, but she’d already done it once. Could it really get any worse? Of course it could, but she tried to ignore all of the terrible thoughts swimming in her brain. She was already going to hell anyway.

She knew that she had to make a decision now. She wanted to negotiate a bit with him, maybe trim his timeline by a month or so, but today was not the day - even though his smile was wide, Simon was in no mood to appease her. Maybe they could revisit the issue in the future when he’d been satiated and a bit more happy with her.

She sighed. Well, best to get it over with.

“Your time is worth something but you have to understand that I have obligations to my family. I can’t always just drop everything, but I agree to compromise; I’ll always answer when you call, as long as you understand that sometimes it might take me a little extra time to meet up with you. I want this relationship between us to remain discreet throughout its entirety.

“Four months is a long time, but that puts us at the beginning of Winter semester. This deal, if I agree to it, will mean that you no longer contact me or expect anything from me at the beginning of the next term - today is the second week of October, but I estimate that this will be in the past by the New Year. Is that acceptable to you? If so, I agree to your terms.”

She raised one eyebrow, extending her hand to reach for a pen even as she watched him for signs that her terms were not up to his standards.

That smile of his had faded and he was back to watching her stoically. She had no idea what he was thinking so Avery let loose with another sigh and neatly wrote her cellphone number on a bright blue sticky note which she peeled off the pad and went to hand it to him. Before he could snatch it from her, Avery grasped it tightly between her fingers, momentary hesitation visible after another stab of anxiety struck her square in the chest.

She hoped she didn’t regret this.

 

[saedo]

Simon shrugged. "I'm not suggesting that you have to drop everything every time I call. There can be some flexibility. Within reason."

He paused for a moment. "But don't test me, either. Don't think you can put me off every time. This arrangement isn't about making everything convenient for you." He glared a moment. "And if I think you've been welshing on your commitment, there will be consequences."

That seemed to shut her up. Dr. Jennings was quiet, then reached for a pen. She scribbled a phone number on a piece of paper held it out. Simon grasped it, but Dr. Jennings did not let go. An anxious look gripped her features; letting him have this information was her first step down this unwanted path.

He frowned at her and tore the note out of her hands. Glancing at the number, he tapped it into the phone. "Just to be sure," he sneered. He didn't put it past her to give him a fake number. But a few seconds later, another cell phone rang in the office. Dr. Jennings reached into her desk and held up the phone as proof.

"Good," Simon declared, putting his phone away. "Then we might as well get started. First, let's talk about this weekend. You're going to arrange out next get together. I'm thinking a hotel room, but anywhere we can have a bed and some privacy for a few hours will do. Also, I want you to wear the fancy underwear. The sexy stuff. Let me know the details tomorrow afternoon. But this happens Saturday night at the latest."

Simon circled around her desk. "But in the meantime, I'm too backed up to last that long. So before I leave here, you're going to get me off again with that pretty little mouth of yours." He stepped next to her chair, placing his jeans-clad crotch directly at eye level for his seated professor. He grinned. " And if you do a good job, I won't make you do it twice. "

 

[Cum_Inside]

“Okay Simon. I think that’s reasonable. It’s an accord,” she said quietly.

She had been hopeful that he’d have to rush off to another class or something and would leave her be once he had her agreement. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. She should have known that she’d have to perform for him today. On some level, Avery had known the second he’d approached her desk, crossing the room easily with those mile-long legs to threaten her.

Saturday.

She’d only have one day’s reprieve, and he expected her to make last minute reservations at a hotel on top of his other demands. She couldn’t image that he’d need it today and again by Saturday, but he was a young, virile stud. Of course he needed all the sex he could get.

She thought about what she could tell Allan. She wondered if he’d expect her to bend over and take it before he shooed her away just as coldly as she had done to him last week. She’d deserve it.

But Simon was getting too impatient with her as she debated on what to do; he stepped in even closer and the rough scratch of denim on her chin broke her out of her daze. She could feel that thick snake in his jeans pressing against her face.

Nervously, Avery reached for the button on his pants. She remembered the struggle it had taken to even get his bulbous head to spread her windpipe open, but Avery hoped that she’d be able to prove herself to him. However, if she fucked Simon on a regular basis her husband would know because his tiny cock couldn’t stretch her out like Simon’s undoubtedly would.

Her tiny hands wrapped around the semi he was sporting and pulled him out of his boxers. Was it bigger than she remembered? Avery trembled only for a brief second. She had to make this good - she only had one shot, and she planned to use all her tips and tricks now.

Avery leaned forward and suckled the head of Simon’s cock into her mouth; it was a sure sign that this deal was underway.

She didn’t necessarily like this new, confident, demanding Simon at all - setting rules for her like she was a damn child? Telling her how it was going to be? Avery planned to see how long she could tolerate a mentality like that.

No going back now.

 

[saedo]

Dr. Jennings parted his jeans and fished out Simon's cock. Her enthusiasm was muted at best. Gone was last week's excitement, leaving only a mix of concern and resignation on her pretty face.

Still, in that regard, she seemed in line with the many, many porn videos he'd seen. The "actresses" in those rarely showed anything like actual enthusiasm. Simon figured he could hardly expect more.

Besides, the important thing was that she performed and Dr. Jennings did part her lips and take his cockhead into her mouth. She tongued him thoroughly, swallowing his copious precum. Soon her cheeks bulged around the swelling head.

"Let's try that trick from last time," Simon instructed. He put his hands atop her head and draped his fingers down behind. He then pulled her towards him, forcing her to take him deeper.

He'd hoped to best their previous attempts, but her muscles clamped tight around him just as they had before. He ignored the muffled protests she made as he pushed a little harder, but her resistance was too high. He retreated, allowing her to suck air back in her lungs again.

"Relax and I bet you can get more than half in," he advised. He tried again, but with similar results. Adding a little more momentum did not seem to work, either.

Still, the lack of improvement didn't detract from the experience much. Dr. Jennings wide eyes and inarticulate sounds as she temporarily choked on his fat cockrather excited him. He began leaving his cock in a second or two longer just to heighten her distress.

When he felt his peak approaching, he pulled out out of her mouth entirely and groaned. The mammoth shaft bobbed with his heartbeat as precum dripped out the tip. His cock swelled angrily at being denied. Edging himself when he was so backed up made his balls ache, but wasn't going to let her be done after a few minutes. Jennings was going to have to work for it.

Dr. Jennings was taking advantage of having her airway unobstructed by breathing heavily. Her impressive bosom heaved significantly beneath her blouse. Simon stroked the length of his thick pillar until she made eye contact.

"I think I can maybe edge it once or twice more before I blow, Doc," he advised. "Best be deciding whether you want it in your face again." He pointed at her. "Alright, open up. Time for round 2."

 

[Cum_Inside]

Any attempts he made to even get her to take as much as she had managed last time weren't so successful. Avery figured it was probably because she wasn't that into what was happening now, more of a passive observer in this activity despite being the one fed an impossible length of dick, so her body was quite tense in response to the undesired stimulus. Simon was trying hard to make her take it, but his tries were all in vain.

At least he was respectful enough to pull back and let her breathe when he pushed her limits too much and she began to choke. Slowly, he held her down on him longer and longer, enjoying the contraction of her throat as she struggled to get the obstructing object out of her airway. The weak moans and throaty gasps she let out seemed to make Simon even harder in her mouth and he flooded her oral cavity with his salty precum. Simon seemed to be reveling in Avery's struggle.

Looking up at him, Avery's wavering green eyes met strong, elated blue. He was enjoying doing this to her against her will. Whether Avery was being reticent or not seemed to be alright with him because the depth of expression in his eyes showed that he was just happy to be having his dick sucked, her lack of enthusiasm notwithstanding. Enough that he didn't want it to be over so soon, apparently - edge twice more?! She was going to have to work hard for it.

But his comment brought up another issue; where did she want him to cum?

The plentiful volume last time made her hesitate in regards to getting another facial but she didn't want to swallow it, either - Avery loved knowing her belly was full of her man's load on a regular basis because it was the most definite sign that she had done well, but it was also physical evidence of her love for cocksucking.

But swallowing Simon's load seemed to be letting him win, too; it gave him the impression that she was happy to be in this situation and she absolutely did not appreciate the circumstances - swallowing was something she did for partners she wanted to be with.

It was something intimate between two people that Avery didn't feel like giving him, but she was tempted. The taste of his cum as she had cleaned it off her face last time had been a treat she'd savoured and she kind of wanted it again, but Avery estimated that she might have trouble swallowing that high yield of sperm; previously, it had covered her from the breasts up and it had come fast, too. She wondered if she'd be able to swallow fast enough for her not to be overwhelmed.

She pondered while she opened her mouth obediently again to slurp his cock back into her mouth. This time, Avery let her eyes shutter to a close. Without the added visual, Avery could take a step back from it all and imagine that she was blowing anyone else and that she hadn't been blackmailed to do it. Avery could imagine that Simon wasn't her student and this was a world where two lovers were bonding and basking in their intimacy. That did help settle her tummy's continuous rolling nausea and the set of her shoulders relaxed a little just as he'd ordered her to do only a few minutes ago.

She focused on the positives: Simon's cock was a treat she would typically enjoy slaving over for hours, he was eager to learn, he was physically attractive, and Avery loved both cock and cum.

She forced herself to ignore the negatives: that rod was too much for her, she was his teacher, her marriage/family, and his sudden change in personality that she wasn't sure she liked yet.

Avery understood it, though, whether she appreciated it or not.

She could understand why he'd been so angry and she didn't blame him for that, so expecting her to apologize wasn't out of the realm of possibility, but the photo was a bit much. Often, intense emotional events caused personality traits that may have been carefully hidden or buried deep inside to come to the forefront. It was likely that the Simon she had met last week was not the true Simon at all - for his confident, aggressive nature to be so obvious today showed Avery that he had a streak of dominance running right down the middle of him that had probably never been explored. Maybe he hadn't been aware of it before now, but his actions and words demonstrated that his natural instinct was to take control even though he'd initially presented as quiet and gentle.

Blowing him (off) last week seemed to be the trigger he needed to bring himself out of his shell and become the man he was probably meant to be - Avery wondered how this intrinsic dominance would develop in the future.

What else was he hiding? What was he capable of?

But that wasn't the issue now. She'd drive herself crazy if she let herself go down the "what if" path so she switched her attention to another train of thought.

If Avery let her oral adventure become more about her than Simon - if Avery thought about how much she loved cock - she was able to tell herself this is a gorgeous piece of meat for you to slave over - enjoy it while it lasts.

It would be a long four months if she didn't and Avery didn't necessarily have to concern herself with his change in personality at all - their relationship would be strictly sex and anything else didn't matter to her. Avery was sure that she could enjoy relations with Simon if only she let go of her reservations, so she was going to do her best to do just that. She could put in the work to keep their relationship discreet while having her own needs met at the same time. Her labile mood might raise some questions with him, but Avery was going to try and enjoy the pros of fucking a teenage stud for the next four months.

Simon's hand curled around the back of her neck and grasped a handful of her hair. Avery opened her eyes and when she did, Simon was able to see that her deep green eyes seemed to have suddenly gained a new lease on life. Avery's body relaxed fully under his grip, and her mouth widened to accept more cock inside.

Raising her hands to grasp his denim covered thighs, Avery tilted her head back and opened her throat as much as she could. When she slid forward on his shaft, the results of her active participation made it much easier to take more of him. Sensing that Avery was more willing, Simon tested that with small lunges of his cock in her mouth, battering away at her windpipe in the hopes that she'd be able to suck him deeper. This time was a bit more successful even if she did gag a little; Simon groaned loudly when her gullet spread to accept the fat mushroom head of his cock during one of the more forceful drives of his hips. Half of his dick slid down her throat in one smooth stroke.

Avery's lips closed firmly around that length and she tongued the juicy veins on the shaft that rested on her tongue even as Simon pulled his cock back, crown catching against the opening to her throat momentarily before he could fully retract from her mouth only to thrust right back in. Simon was able to breach that barrier more effectively from that point on. He took full advantage, but it wasn't long before the desire to cum caused him to pull out and try to calm himself once more.

Avery's chest heaved with the exertion and lack of air. She caught her breath as Simon edged again, wiping her spit soaked chin with the back of her hand. Her jaw was sore already, but the familiar determination from last time was settling back over her bones and igniting a fire inside her loins.

Avery could take him. She HAD to make herself take him. It was a challenge she'd set for herself that she had to overcome, and Simon might be much easier to negotiate with if he was pleased with her ability.

Avery's voice was starting to develop a rasp when she announced: "I'm going to take all of it if it kills me - feed it to me."

She'd decided.

"I want you to cum deep down my throat when I swallow that monster to the root."

Wasting no time, Avery wrapped her hand around the base of it just under Simon's large hand that was slowly stroking in order to maintain his stiffy but not blow his load too soon. Her eyes glittered in determination, the first few inches sliding over her tongue and the engorged head spread her throat open until she reached the halfway mark.

The more she practiced the better she did, but once her body adjusted to taking even this much of him the easier it became to accept more cock on each successive thrust. Half of his cock was a milestone, but she had always been a perfectionist. She had a lot of "hard" work to go before she could celebrate.

Simon, although he'd taken the control from her in this encounter, seemed happy to do as she'd asked, feeding her insatiable appetite for dick slowly. He watched her face for any signs that she was struggling too much, but Avery focused on taking in large breaths through her nose the deeper he slid into her airway. Each time she achieved another inch he'd allow her to pull back for just a second and the next handful of thrusts were designed to let get used to having him inside her like that. They took it slow, but Avery knew she'd never get there if she didn't bear down and just do it - she was almost there, about three-quarters of the way down, now.

Simon's breaths were starting to become loud pants, too, and his hand fisted in her hair tightly signalling his impending orgasm.

It had to be right now.

Avery inhaled through her nose once more, set her shoulders and hooked her hands into his belt loops. She yanked him in and Simon got the message, meeting her halfway and forcefully impaling Avery.

Avery's eyes bulged obscenely, rolling back in her head. She saw stars as she lost her breath, and almost every single inch of his cock was visible distending her windpipe. Her throat constricted automatically around him and Avery moaned weakly, hands losing their grip and flattening out against his thighs.

Simon's hands clasped her cheeks almost gently, reverently, a soft look in his eyes as he looked down at his professor stuffed full to bursting with his dick even though there were still a couple inches left to part her ruby red lips. The vibrations of her moan was enough to throw him over the edge and though she was disappointed she couldn't taste it, Simon began to fill her with something else. She could feel the heat spreading down her esophagus and dripping into her stomach.

She couldn't get any air. Her body began to struggle against him but he held her solidly, smoothing her hair back out of her face and murmuring praises at how well she'd done to calm her in order to make her take every single drop of jism. Her tiny fists pounded against his thighs in warning but just as her vision started to go black around the edges Simon's cock dribbled the last few spurts and came to a stop. The whole thing lasted maybe twenty seconds.

She'd still need more practice, but it was a marked improvement. Still, Avery was disappointed with herself that she hadn't been able to take it all for the second time in a row.

Simon pulled out and Avery's body sagged back into the chair immediately, sucking in a large gasp of air.

She looked absolutely debauched like this, face flushed, eyes hazy and mouth and chin slathered in saliva.

After a minute, Avery raised her eyes back up to meet his with a dopey smile. This time, her voice was almost completely gone and her jaw ached sharply when she tried to talk. Her voice was slurred a bit from the fact that she still didn't quite have enough breath to speak yet, so she gave up on that.