Teacher slip in with me
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I've done a few stories with Latina lately. She did a story along the lines that you suggest, not too long ago, although I did not participate in that story with her:
https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=141534
Still, even though she did a good job on a similar tale, if you want to do this story, I could be interested in playing Miss Morgan, but only if you can give me a little more plot detail about where you would like this story to go.
Ironically, I am just starting a story with "higherlevel4u", where I play a student. I really like this one, I'm shy and being slowly seduced by a professor, I'm not an aggressive slut as I am in Real Life. In this story, I have a killer body but I don't really know it. I am very proud of what I've written so far, and as soon as higherlevel4u gets some free time from his busy work schedule, I think this story will really develop now:
https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=153764
I might like to do this kind of plot & character development from a teacher's viewpoint, but only once I know what you have in mind for this story. If you just want a wham-bam slut who just wants to be fucked 24/7, I've done that in stories and in real life, I'm not in the mood to do that sort of story at this time.
Aloha from Patty
https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=141534
Still, even though she did a good job on a similar tale, if you want to do this story, I could be interested in playing Miss Morgan, but only if you can give me a little more plot detail about where you would like this story to go.
Ironically, I am just starting a story with "higherlevel4u", where I play a student. I really like this one, I'm shy and being slowly seduced by a professor, I'm not an aggressive slut as I am in Real Life. In this story, I have a killer body but I don't really know it. I am very proud of what I've written so far, and as soon as higherlevel4u gets some free time from his busy work schedule, I think this story will really develop now:
https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=153764
I might like to do this kind of plot & character development from a teacher's viewpoint, but only once I know what you have in mind for this story. If you just want a wham-bam slut who just wants to be fucked 24/7, I've done that in stories and in real life, I'm not in the mood to do that sort of story at this time.
Aloha from Patty
OK I am interested
Yes you sound like just the lady to play Miss Morgan
She is shy so shy..but a real attractive lady..wears formal suits!!
5 ft 6 long brown hair..hazel eyes.
Blushes a lot.
Very highly sexed..she is soo frustrated.
Underneath her formal attire she wears the most pretty lacy underwear inclusing a wonderful array of lacy waist slips.
This role play is about a gentle ascent into pleasure...with numerous close calls and teasing on both sides. Plenty of arousal but action takes some while to develop.
Interested?
Mand.
Yes you sound like just the lady to play Miss Morgan
She is shy so shy..but a real attractive lady..wears formal suits!!
5 ft 6 long brown hair..hazel eyes.
Blushes a lot.
Very highly sexed..she is soo frustrated.
Underneath her formal attire she wears the most pretty lacy underwear inclusing a wonderful array of lacy waist slips.
This role play is about a gentle ascent into pleasure...with numerous close calls and teasing on both sides. Plenty of arousal but action takes some while to develop.
Interested?
Mand.
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This is gonna be easy: I really AM a 5'6" brunette!
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Dr. Patricia Smythe-Morgan (I'm 5'6", brunette, never married because too devoted to my job and my studies. I look academic/studious, published in a few obscure academic journals and proud of it, stylish dresser in form-fitting clothes that accent my perfect curves without being obscene. I haven't had a date in over a year, and often feel lonely and very, very randy. Prim and proper in class, but I love to be the sexual aggressor on dates, which scares men off, and probably explains WHY I haven't had a date in over a year!)
I was packing-up my books and papers at the end of a very long day of teaching at the State University. I was feeling just a bit depressed at the upcoming drudgery of yet another half-semester of teaching bratty rich college kids, before I could sail off alone to the tropics, and stretch-out nude on a secluded beach for the whole summer.
As I packed my books and fought my blues, I thought that all of the other teachers and students had long since gone home. So I was surprised when I heard a tentative knock at my office door.
It was Dean, a college senior. Odd name for a student, like his parents figured he was destined to be the Dean of the University or something. And maybe he was: Dean is one of my brightest students.
"Ummm, Miss Morgan? I've applied for graduate studies at Harvard Law School, after I finish my final year here. Harvard sent me a letter that I sound like a very promising candidate, but my grades here at the State University are about five percentage points below what they are looking for. So I was wondering if you could reccomend a good tutor, to help me get those grade points up that extra five percent I need to get into Harvard Law."
I could see I wasn't going to get out of my office any time soon, so I offered Dean a chair facing my desk, and I sat behind my desk in my big comfortable brown leather arm chair. I started flipping through my Rolodex.
"Hmm, Susan. No, she's leaving next week to study in Paris. Ahh, Jeff. No, he moved out of state last month. Wait, what about...no, she's already tutoring more students than she can handle."
I cupped my hands behind my neck, leaned way back in my arm chair, propped my feet up on the desk, and closed my eyes. "Hmm, let me THINK!" I muttered. "I must know SOMEONE who can help you!"
When I opened my eyes again a moment later, I noticed that my knee-length skirt had ridden up an inch or two along my desktop. And Dean's gaze was locked on the frilly hem of my shimmering black satin slip.
"Enjoying the view?" I teased.
Dean gulped hard and muttered in a flat monotone: "Yes, ma'am." Then he stammered, "I mean, I wasn't looking at anything, Miss Morgan, ma'am."
His nervousness made me laugh. "It's all right, Dean. In a way it's kind of flattering, that a man of 20 still finds ME attractive at...well, let's just say I'll never see the younger side of 35 again."
I looked Dean up and down. He wore scruffy tennis shoes, faded jeans with holes in the knees, and a tough-guy all-white T-shirt with the sleeves rolled-up, like he was trying to be James Dean or something. But I suspected it was all an act, to fit in with the other scruffy-looking college kids, to blend in so he wouldn't get beaten-up by his classmates. There were several clues that he wasn't really the tough-guy punk he pretended to be. For one thing, his complexion was flawless, I don't think any of the other college Seniors had gone the whole year without at least one pimple. For another, there was no dirt under his fingernils: quite the contrary, his nails were always IMPECCABLY manicured! And then there was the fact that he had just told me he's going to Harvard Law after he graduates from State University. Harvard LAW! Not exactly a place for school bullies!
But his tough-guy charade was safe with me.
I noticed he was still staring at the little bit of exposed hem of my slip, which for some reason I had made NO effort to conceal. Could it be that I find him just a little attractive myself, as he obviously does me? For a 20-year-old, he was not an unpleasant man to look at, a handsome face in fact, and if he'd just use a comb once in a while, his thick shock of black hair would actually be quite attractive, hair that a smolderingly sexual and sensual woman like me might actually ENJOY running her fingers through.
I began thinking about how I had not had a passionate sexual fling, no strings and no commitments, for a very long time. Far TOO long! Maybe a nice shot of Vitamin Dean right up the old juice slit might be JUST the medicine I needed, to cure my mid-semester blues.
"What are you THINKING, Patricia, you wicked woman!" I snapped myself out of it. "You're a teacher, he's a student, there are SEVERE consequences to my career if I get caught!"
"Simple," my demon inner voice replied, "Just don't GET caught! There now, problem SOLVED!"
And through all of my mental debate with myself, Dean was STILL staring at the lacy hem of my balck slip. And I was still LETTING him.
"You obviously LIKE what you see, Dean!" I smiled, while slowly and salaciously licking my lips. "Would you like to see MORE?"
Dean's only reply was a series of hard, nervous little gulps. Which I took to mean "Yes." So I slowly let me knees slip away from each other atop my desk, giving him an unobstructed view between my calf-length brown leather boots, straight up my soft cream-colored wool skirt, straight up at my very sheer, very frilly black lace panties.
"VERY pretty panties, Miss Morgan," Dean whispered hoarsely, his voice so choked that I though he was about to cry. I guessed that it had been FAR too long since he'd had a woman, just as it had been far too long since I'd had a man.
"Please, call me Patricia. And I tell you want I'm going to do. Since I can't seem to find you a tutor, I'll tutor you MYSELF. You are very bright, and I think I'll enjoy working closely with you, Dean. And if we can get to know one other, umm, shall we say, uhh, more INTIMATELY in the process, well now, that wouldn't be so bad for EITHER of our two lonely souls now, would it?" I smiled.
I let Dean continue to stare up my skirt at my frilly black panties for a moment or two longer, as he stammered out his acceptance of my offer to tutor him personally. I then pushed my skirt back down, stood up, shook Dean's hand, and escorted him out of my office. "Be here for your first tutoring session tomorrow at 4 PM. Sharp!" I gently patted him on his cute, tight, muscular little fannie, and then shut the office door behind me.
I finished packing my books and papers into my briefacase, and left my office. On the entire drive home, with one hand up my skirt and gently rubbing my own thighs, I kept wondering and wishing and hoping, whether my personally tutoring Dean might perhaps also lead to something much, much more. Maybe I was thinking WAY too far ahead, but maybe, just maybe, if Dean is half the man I think he might be, I wouldn't have to be all alone on that tropical nude beach, three months from now, after all.
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Dr. Patricia Smythe-Morgan (I'm 5'6", brunette, never married because too devoted to my job and my studies. I look academic/studious, published in a few obscure academic journals and proud of it, stylish dresser in form-fitting clothes that accent my perfect curves without being obscene. I haven't had a date in over a year, and often feel lonely and very, very randy. Prim and proper in class, but I love to be the sexual aggressor on dates, which scares men off, and probably explains WHY I haven't had a date in over a year!)
I was packing-up my books and papers at the end of a very long day of teaching at the State University. I was feeling just a bit depressed at the upcoming drudgery of yet another half-semester of teaching bratty rich college kids, before I could sail off alone to the tropics, and stretch-out nude on a secluded beach for the whole summer.
As I packed my books and fought my blues, I thought that all of the other teachers and students had long since gone home. So I was surprised when I heard a tentative knock at my office door.
It was Dean, a college senior. Odd name for a student, like his parents figured he was destined to be the Dean of the University or something. And maybe he was: Dean is one of my brightest students.
"Ummm, Miss Morgan? I've applied for graduate studies at Harvard Law School, after I finish my final year here. Harvard sent me a letter that I sound like a very promising candidate, but my grades here at the State University are about five percentage points below what they are looking for. So I was wondering if you could reccomend a good tutor, to help me get those grade points up that extra five percent I need to get into Harvard Law."
I could see I wasn't going to get out of my office any time soon, so I offered Dean a chair facing my desk, and I sat behind my desk in my big comfortable brown leather arm chair. I started flipping through my Rolodex.
"Hmm, Susan. No, she's leaving next week to study in Paris. Ahh, Jeff. No, he moved out of state last month. Wait, what about...no, she's already tutoring more students than she can handle."
I cupped my hands behind my neck, leaned way back in my arm chair, propped my feet up on the desk, and closed my eyes. "Hmm, let me THINK!" I muttered. "I must know SOMEONE who can help you!"
When I opened my eyes again a moment later, I noticed that my knee-length skirt had ridden up an inch or two along my desktop. And Dean's gaze was locked on the frilly hem of my shimmering black satin slip.
"Enjoying the view?" I teased.
Dean gulped hard and muttered in a flat monotone: "Yes, ma'am." Then he stammered, "I mean, I wasn't looking at anything, Miss Morgan, ma'am."
His nervousness made me laugh. "It's all right, Dean. In a way it's kind of flattering, that a man of 20 still finds ME attractive at...well, let's just say I'll never see the younger side of 35 again."
I looked Dean up and down. He wore scruffy tennis shoes, faded jeans with holes in the knees, and a tough-guy all-white T-shirt with the sleeves rolled-up, like he was trying to be James Dean or something. But I suspected it was all an act, to fit in with the other scruffy-looking college kids, to blend in so he wouldn't get beaten-up by his classmates. There were several clues that he wasn't really the tough-guy punk he pretended to be. For one thing, his complexion was flawless, I don't think any of the other college Seniors had gone the whole year without at least one pimple. For another, there was no dirt under his fingernils: quite the contrary, his nails were always IMPECCABLY manicured! And then there was the fact that he had just told me he's going to Harvard Law after he graduates from State University. Harvard LAW! Not exactly a place for school bullies!
But his tough-guy charade was safe with me.
I noticed he was still staring at the little bit of exposed hem of my slip, which for some reason I had made NO effort to conceal. Could it be that I find him just a little attractive myself, as he obviously does me? For a 20-year-old, he was not an unpleasant man to look at, a handsome face in fact, and if he'd just use a comb once in a while, his thick shock of black hair would actually be quite attractive, hair that a smolderingly sexual and sensual woman like me might actually ENJOY running her fingers through.
I began thinking about how I had not had a passionate sexual fling, no strings and no commitments, for a very long time. Far TOO long! Maybe a nice shot of Vitamin Dean right up the old juice slit might be JUST the medicine I needed, to cure my mid-semester blues.
"What are you THINKING, Patricia, you wicked woman!" I snapped myself out of it. "You're a teacher, he's a student, there are SEVERE consequences to my career if I get caught!"
"Simple," my demon inner voice replied, "Just don't GET caught! There now, problem SOLVED!"
And through all of my mental debate with myself, Dean was STILL staring at the lacy hem of my balck slip. And I was still LETTING him.
"You obviously LIKE what you see, Dean!" I smiled, while slowly and salaciously licking my lips. "Would you like to see MORE?"
Dean's only reply was a series of hard, nervous little gulps. Which I took to mean "Yes." So I slowly let me knees slip away from each other atop my desk, giving him an unobstructed view between my calf-length brown leather boots, straight up my soft cream-colored wool skirt, straight up at my very sheer, very frilly black lace panties.
"VERY pretty panties, Miss Morgan," Dean whispered hoarsely, his voice so choked that I though he was about to cry. I guessed that it had been FAR too long since he'd had a woman, just as it had been far too long since I'd had a man.
"Please, call me Patricia. And I tell you want I'm going to do. Since I can't seem to find you a tutor, I'll tutor you MYSELF. You are very bright, and I think I'll enjoy working closely with you, Dean. And if we can get to know one other, umm, shall we say, uhh, more INTIMATELY in the process, well now, that wouldn't be so bad for EITHER of our two lonely souls now, would it?" I smiled.
I let Dean continue to stare up my skirt at my frilly black panties for a moment or two longer, as he stammered out his acceptance of my offer to tutor him personally. I then pushed my skirt back down, stood up, shook Dean's hand, and escorted him out of my office. "Be here for your first tutoring session tomorrow at 4 PM. Sharp!" I gently patted him on his cute, tight, muscular little fannie, and then shut the office door behind me.
I finished packing my books and papers into my briefacase, and left my office. On the entire drive home, with one hand up my skirt and gently rubbing my own thighs, I kept wondering and wishing and hoping, whether my personally tutoring Dean might perhaps also lead to something much, much more. Maybe I was thinking WAY too far ahead, but maybe, just maybe, if Dean is half the man I think he might be, I wouldn't have to be all alone on that tropical nude beach, three months from now, after all.
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'Yeah I'll se you later' I shouted out to Steve' Need to talk to Miss Morgan'
I turned around and knocked on her door. She heated me up in all the right places and she knew it or did she? I needed extra tuition to get the grades for College - and I hoped to get some advice..she would know.
Perhaps I should have waited but didn't and strolled in..She was on the phone.
My eyes fell directly to the contrasting black lace at the hem of her skirt..the beast stirred. She was on the phone and acknowledged me but made no effort to conceal her slip...
The bone grew.
Whaaaat..she asked me if i was enjoying the view...sheeeiit course I was...
Man she was spooking me now...moved so that I could see her matching panties..bone was at its zenith..would she notice? She didnt say anything.
Wow..she agreed to help me out herself ...and she patted me on the butt..jeez she had me tingling.
Kept looking at me and had a grin what had she planned...did she notice my arousal...ran down those stairs...
The next day...
Showered and glanced down at the limp beast between my legs..just the thought of Miss Morgan engorged my phallus..and he extended..closed my eyes and drifted into adream of silk on my cock and the thought a a hot juicy receptacle..I emptied into my hand...eowww! back in the shower..
I knocked on her door..she called me in.
Your late..its 5 after 4. Her dress was exquisite no tell tale sign of her lingerie...yet.
sit down Dean lets begin...
'Yeah I'll se you later' I shouted out to Steve' Need to talk to Miss Morgan'
I turned around and knocked on her door. She heated me up in all the right places and she knew it or did she? I needed extra tuition to get the grades for College - and I hoped to get some advice..she would know.
Perhaps I should have waited but didn't and strolled in..She was on the phone.
My eyes fell directly to the contrasting black lace at the hem of her skirt..the beast stirred. She was on the phone and acknowledged me but made no effort to conceal her slip...
The bone grew.
Whaaaat..she asked me if i was enjoying the view...sheeeiit course I was...
Man she was spooking me now...moved so that I could see her matching panties..bone was at its zenith..would she notice? She didnt say anything.
Wow..she agreed to help me out herself ...and she patted me on the butt..jeez she had me tingling.
Kept looking at me and had a grin what had she planned...did she notice my arousal...ran down those stairs...
The next day...
Showered and glanced down at the limp beast between my legs..just the thought of Miss Morgan engorged my phallus..and he extended..closed my eyes and drifted into adream of silk on my cock and the thought a a hot juicy receptacle..I emptied into my hand...eowww! back in the shower..
I knocked on her door..she called me in.
Your late..its 5 after 4. Her dress was exquisite no tell tale sign of her lingerie...yet.
sit down Dean lets begin...
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Dr. Patricia Smythe-Morgan
It had been difficult to teach all day, just looking forward to my first time tutoring my smart and handsome and charming student, Dean, at 4:00 PM.
I had dressed very carefully that morning: dark blue button-down-the front blouse. Tight black miniskirt. Skin-hugging black boots all the way up my legs, disappearing under my skirt, the top edges of the boots practically touching my skimpy little black lace panties, my panties accented with two pretty little red ribbons holding the front of my panties together (two little gentle tugs on the ends of those ribbons, and there would be NOTHING hiding my hot little juicy pussy from view now). And black lace demi-bra cupping the undersides of my breasts, not quite fully covering my hard red nipples and very large brown areolas.
As soon as my last class was over, I had retreated to my office and unbuttoned the top three buttons of my dark-blue blouse. Undo one more button, and my lacy black demi-bra and about 3/4ths of the flesh of my breasts would be very obviously visible.
It was all so perfect.
I chided Dean for being 10 minutes late for his first tutoring. "How do you EVER expect to get into Harvard Law, if you're not going to take your studies seriously? This could explain why you are five percentage points below your ideal grades!"
I sat on the couch in my office, and patted the couch cushion next to me, inviting Dean to sit down. I cracked open the thick law-case text book, and spread it across both our laps. As I would explain a fine point of the law, that I felt he would need to know in his Harvard law classes, I would gently pat his thigh through his jeans, as if to emphasize a specific point.
"You know, Dean," I smiled, "These high leather boots are kind of tight on my thighs, sitting like this." I stood up, reached up under my miniskirt, and slowly unzipped each boot from the tops of my thighs down to my ankles. I then kicked off the boots, flinging them karate-kick style across the room as I removed them. This left my long, long legs completely bare, past my knees, halfway up my smooth, creamy thighs.
As I sat down again, the hem of my black-lace silk slip was plainly visible through the side slit of my black miniskirt, and I could see that Dean was DEFINITELY noticing, just as I had planned. I once more spread the thick, heavy law book across both of our laps, and I started-in on explaining the second law case. I noticed his squirming on the couch, and I'm NOT blind, I could SEE how tight the front of his jeans were becoming now! And boy did I LIKE what I saw!
I decided to tease him a little bit more. "Damn air conditioning broke today," I muttered. "Repairman can't get here until next WEEK!" It was a lie. I had deliberately turned off the AC, so I would have an excuse to remove some of my clothing.
So now I unbuttoned that fourth button of my dark-blue blouse, just as I had planned. This revealed just a hint of my black-lace demi-bra, with a little bit of nipple and a whole lot of big brown areola peering out above both bra half-cups now.
Dean was squirming on the couch even more than before. His eyes were watering from frustration over the unrelieved horniness that all my teasing had forced him to. And he was panting and sweating.
"See," I teased, "I TOLD you it's hot in my office!"
"It's not the OFFICE that's hot," Dean groaned. "It's YOU, Miss Morgan. It's YOU getting me so HOT! YOU are hot, Miss Morgan!"
"Oh, poor BABY!" I cooed, like a new mom to her little baby. "Those jeans of yours look UNCOMFORTABLY tight. Here, let me help you get more comfortable!"
So saying, my deft fingers quickly unbuckled his belt. I then knelt down, pressed my face into the crotch of his jeans, grasped his zipper in my mouth, and slowly yanked it down with my TEETH, a still-useful skill that I had perfected in my OWN wild college days, many yers ago. Let's just say, I had NEVER gone without a Saturday date all through my college sorority-girl years (unfortunetly, with the reputation such a skill had earned me, most of my college dates were real creeps and true jerks!). Now, with Dean, I was SO happy that I had not forgotten this skill, and I could see that Dean was glad for my teeth-on-zipper skills, too.
Dean had on very conservative "tidy whitey" cotton underwear under his jeans, which I guess didn't really surprise me on a very straight-arrow law student. I made a mental note to myself to buy this hunk some G-strings and men's bikini briefs, to really let him show off his huge endowment to best advantage. The white cottons just WEREN'T good enough for the lovely massiveness I could already tell he was packing in those shorts!
I sat back down beside him on the couch, but sitting sideways beside him this time. I tucked my bare feet under my ass, and slowly separated my knees, so he could see right up my miniskirt and black lace slip, at my black lace panties, and the two bright red ribbons holding them closed.
This had the desired effect, as the head of his cock began to peek out just above the waistband of his white cotton underwear now. I grasped the waistband of his white cotton briefs in both of my hands, and tugged it down, finally letting me see ALL of his massive cock and big, egg-shaped balls.
"Mmmmm!" I hungrily licked my lips. "Nnnnnice COCK! Seriously, Dean, your cock is SPECTACULARLY beautiful!"
I interlaced my fingers between his, and guided both of our hands under my miniskirt, up my lacy black silk slip, all the way up to my skimpy black lace panties. Our fingers jointly tugged at the ends of first one red ribbon, and then the other red ribbon. With both ribbons untied, the front of my panties fell wide open now, so Dean could see the glistening beads of love-dew lining the edges of my puffy, pouty pussy lips. I guided our interlaced fingers straight to my pussy, so he could feel my steamy wetness for himself now.
"I think we BOTH need a study break now," I moaned at the contact of his fingers against my horninees now. "We can get you into Harvard Law later!"
"I a-GREE!" Dean moaned, as his luscious naked cock pulsed and quivered right before my eyes.
I then removed both of our hands from my pussy, slid down off the couch onto the floor between his legs, and grinning idiotically in my intense lust now, I took a long, slow lick from his bare balls, all the way up his very long and beautiful hard shaft, to the very tip of his cock head.
"You know, I ACT like a tough guy," Dean whispered between loud groans of pleasure, "but I'm really NOT! Actually, my mom raised me to be a TRUE gentleman."
"I suspected as much. You don't really SEEM the tough-guy image," I smiled, as I slowly, tenderely, began to suck his wide, pulsating cock-head into my hungry, salivating mouth.
Dean gently pushed me away from sucking his cock now. "And the first lesson mom EVER taught me," Dean continued, "was 'ladies first!'"
So saying, Dean gently stretched me flat on my back on my carpeted office floor, and raised my black miniskirt and black lace slip all the way up past my hips. Then he knelt down between my raised knees, and began taking long, slow licks, which soon had me DELIRIOUSLY happy!
"Yes, Dean's mom has raised a TRUE gentlemnan, indeed!" I thought, as he expertly and eagerly licked at the very epicenter of my horniness now, slowly, carefully preparing me for my imminent quivering orgasmic earthquake.
It had been difficult to teach all day, just looking forward to my first time tutoring my smart and handsome and charming student, Dean, at 4:00 PM.
I had dressed very carefully that morning: dark blue button-down-the front blouse. Tight black miniskirt. Skin-hugging black boots all the way up my legs, disappearing under my skirt, the top edges of the boots practically touching my skimpy little black lace panties, my panties accented with two pretty little red ribbons holding the front of my panties together (two little gentle tugs on the ends of those ribbons, and there would be NOTHING hiding my hot little juicy pussy from view now). And black lace demi-bra cupping the undersides of my breasts, not quite fully covering my hard red nipples and very large brown areolas.
As soon as my last class was over, I had retreated to my office and unbuttoned the top three buttons of my dark-blue blouse. Undo one more button, and my lacy black demi-bra and about 3/4ths of the flesh of my breasts would be very obviously visible.
It was all so perfect.
I chided Dean for being 10 minutes late for his first tutoring. "How do you EVER expect to get into Harvard Law, if you're not going to take your studies seriously? This could explain why you are five percentage points below your ideal grades!"
I sat on the couch in my office, and patted the couch cushion next to me, inviting Dean to sit down. I cracked open the thick law-case text book, and spread it across both our laps. As I would explain a fine point of the law, that I felt he would need to know in his Harvard law classes, I would gently pat his thigh through his jeans, as if to emphasize a specific point.
"You know, Dean," I smiled, "These high leather boots are kind of tight on my thighs, sitting like this." I stood up, reached up under my miniskirt, and slowly unzipped each boot from the tops of my thighs down to my ankles. I then kicked off the boots, flinging them karate-kick style across the room as I removed them. This left my long, long legs completely bare, past my knees, halfway up my smooth, creamy thighs.
As I sat down again, the hem of my black-lace silk slip was plainly visible through the side slit of my black miniskirt, and I could see that Dean was DEFINITELY noticing, just as I had planned. I once more spread the thick, heavy law book across both of our laps, and I started-in on explaining the second law case. I noticed his squirming on the couch, and I'm NOT blind, I could SEE how tight the front of his jeans were becoming now! And boy did I LIKE what I saw!
I decided to tease him a little bit more. "Damn air conditioning broke today," I muttered. "Repairman can't get here until next WEEK!" It was a lie. I had deliberately turned off the AC, so I would have an excuse to remove some of my clothing.
So now I unbuttoned that fourth button of my dark-blue blouse, just as I had planned. This revealed just a hint of my black-lace demi-bra, with a little bit of nipple and a whole lot of big brown areola peering out above both bra half-cups now.
Dean was squirming on the couch even more than before. His eyes were watering from frustration over the unrelieved horniness that all my teasing had forced him to. And he was panting and sweating.
"See," I teased, "I TOLD you it's hot in my office!"
"It's not the OFFICE that's hot," Dean groaned. "It's YOU, Miss Morgan. It's YOU getting me so HOT! YOU are hot, Miss Morgan!"
"Oh, poor BABY!" I cooed, like a new mom to her little baby. "Those jeans of yours look UNCOMFORTABLY tight. Here, let me help you get more comfortable!"
So saying, my deft fingers quickly unbuckled his belt. I then knelt down, pressed my face into the crotch of his jeans, grasped his zipper in my mouth, and slowly yanked it down with my TEETH, a still-useful skill that I had perfected in my OWN wild college days, many yers ago. Let's just say, I had NEVER gone without a Saturday date all through my college sorority-girl years (unfortunetly, with the reputation such a skill had earned me, most of my college dates were real creeps and true jerks!). Now, with Dean, I was SO happy that I had not forgotten this skill, and I could see that Dean was glad for my teeth-on-zipper skills, too.
Dean had on very conservative "tidy whitey" cotton underwear under his jeans, which I guess didn't really surprise me on a very straight-arrow law student. I made a mental note to myself to buy this hunk some G-strings and men's bikini briefs, to really let him show off his huge endowment to best advantage. The white cottons just WEREN'T good enough for the lovely massiveness I could already tell he was packing in those shorts!
I sat back down beside him on the couch, but sitting sideways beside him this time. I tucked my bare feet under my ass, and slowly separated my knees, so he could see right up my miniskirt and black lace slip, at my black lace panties, and the two bright red ribbons holding them closed.
This had the desired effect, as the head of his cock began to peek out just above the waistband of his white cotton underwear now. I grasped the waistband of his white cotton briefs in both of my hands, and tugged it down, finally letting me see ALL of his massive cock and big, egg-shaped balls.
"Mmmmm!" I hungrily licked my lips. "Nnnnnice COCK! Seriously, Dean, your cock is SPECTACULARLY beautiful!"
I interlaced my fingers between his, and guided both of our hands under my miniskirt, up my lacy black silk slip, all the way up to my skimpy black lace panties. Our fingers jointly tugged at the ends of first one red ribbon, and then the other red ribbon. With both ribbons untied, the front of my panties fell wide open now, so Dean could see the glistening beads of love-dew lining the edges of my puffy, pouty pussy lips. I guided our interlaced fingers straight to my pussy, so he could feel my steamy wetness for himself now.
"I think we BOTH need a study break now," I moaned at the contact of his fingers against my horninees now. "We can get you into Harvard Law later!"
"I a-GREE!" Dean moaned, as his luscious naked cock pulsed and quivered right before my eyes.
I then removed both of our hands from my pussy, slid down off the couch onto the floor between his legs, and grinning idiotically in my intense lust now, I took a long, slow lick from his bare balls, all the way up his very long and beautiful hard shaft, to the very tip of his cock head.
"You know, I ACT like a tough guy," Dean whispered between loud groans of pleasure, "but I'm really NOT! Actually, my mom raised me to be a TRUE gentleman."
"I suspected as much. You don't really SEEM the tough-guy image," I smiled, as I slowly, tenderely, began to suck his wide, pulsating cock-head into my hungry, salivating mouth.
Dean gently pushed me away from sucking his cock now. "And the first lesson mom EVER taught me," Dean continued, "was 'ladies first!'"
So saying, Dean gently stretched me flat on my back on my carpeted office floor, and raised my black miniskirt and black lace slip all the way up past my hips. Then he knelt down between my raised knees, and began taking long, slow licks, which soon had me DELIRIOUSLY happy!
"Yes, Dean's mom has raised a TRUE gentlemnan, indeed!" I thought, as he expertly and eagerly licked at the very epicenter of my horniness now, slowly, carefully preparing me for my imminent quivering orgasmic earthquake.
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Man this was beyond my wildest dreams.
I was locked on to her sweet pussy drinking her delightful juices as they flowed down. In my groin my boner ached for the feeling of her hot velvet glove.
I rasped my tongue over and round her little stiif clitoris as she responded by rocking her hips to and fro...
TRIINNNNNG!!!
TRIINNNNG
The phone rang..
Let it go to answerphone she gasped baby I need you inside me...
Trrinnggg!!
My cock quivered as I moved up her body..the massive glistening purple head was sliding up and down those wet dew lips..I was ready for the final push into delirium...
'Hi Pat this John Carlton..can I come up and talk about the curriculum plan for the Math students..I see your car is in so I'll be in a minute.'
Damn Damn...
I jumped up with my rigid cock wavering like a springboard...Miss Morgan seemed alrmed and ushered me out on the the fire staircase whilst straightening out her clothes...
'I'll call you' she said as I crouched down holding my swollen organ..praying I could not be seen on the school playing field...
Oh my god...so near yet so far.. I made my mind uo then that..I was not to be denied the sweet pleaseure of Patrica Morgan..
Next day...
The phone rang at home..
"Hi'
'Hi is that you Dean?
"Yuh is that you Pat..I mean Miss Morgan?
'Yes, do you wanna stop by tonight I think I could give you my undivided this time!!'
Yes, of course' I said...
"You know where, I live?"' 230 Davenport Drive, by the library, see you about 7.30 pm"
"Sure' I said
My cock immediately sprang to life..would I should I could I???
Man this was beyond my wildest dreams.
I was locked on to her sweet pussy drinking her delightful juices as they flowed down. In my groin my boner ached for the feeling of her hot velvet glove.
I rasped my tongue over and round her little stiif clitoris as she responded by rocking her hips to and fro...
TRIINNNNNG!!!
TRIINNNNG
The phone rang..
Let it go to answerphone she gasped baby I need you inside me...
Trrinnggg!!
My cock quivered as I moved up her body..the massive glistening purple head was sliding up and down those wet dew lips..I was ready for the final push into delirium...
'Hi Pat this John Carlton..can I come up and talk about the curriculum plan for the Math students..I see your car is in so I'll be in a minute.'
Damn Damn...
I jumped up with my rigid cock wavering like a springboard...Miss Morgan seemed alrmed and ushered me out on the the fire staircase whilst straightening out her clothes...
'I'll call you' she said as I crouched down holding my swollen organ..praying I could not be seen on the school playing field...
Oh my god...so near yet so far.. I made my mind uo then that..I was not to be denied the sweet pleaseure of Patrica Morgan..
Next day...
The phone rang at home..
"Hi'
'Hi is that you Dean?
"Yuh is that you Pat..I mean Miss Morgan?
'Yes, do you wanna stop by tonight I think I could give you my undivided this time!!'
Yes, of course' I said...
"You know where, I live?"' 230 Davenport Drive, by the library, see you about 7.30 pm"
"Sure' I said
My cock immediately sprang to life..would I should I could I???
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Professor Patricia Smythe-Morgan
Dean and I had been interrupted on our first tryst, but not before he had a chance to do a first-class job of eating out my pussy. Most college guys don't know the first thing about pleasuring a clit, and couldn't care less about it, but lucky for me, Dean practically had a Ph.D. in cunnilingus.
I had moved in next to the library when I worked there in my youth, long before I became a University professor. And even now, I still had a key. I had loved to make out in those bookstacks as a hot and always-horny college nymphette. Now, "past the age of 35" and still cute and desirable as hell, meeting young Dean in front of my place at 7:30, it was my intention to sneak into those very same private and secluded bookstacks after hours, where there would be zero chance of us getting caught. And unlike in my younger days, I planned to do a HELL of lot more than just make out there! Dean had been just millimeters and nanoseconds away from slipping me his big beautiful hard 9-inch cock the last time, when we had been so rudely interrrupted, and this time he would not get away without giving me the proper and thorough fucking I desired and deserved. And after the fabulous way he had eaten my pussy, I knew I also wanted and needed to recripocate with a good tongue-bath on his manhood, followed by an easy slide down my cock-hungry throat.
As Dean approached my place, I kissed him warmly and friendly-like, with just a hint of tongue. "Change of plans, Dean," I told a little white lie. "Unexpected house guests. So let's slip quietly into the Library next door, I have the key, and we can, ummm...well, you'll see."
I locked the main library door behind us, and led us into the furthest third-floor stacks, my favorite book-stack for a very good reason. I pulled a book at random off the shelf, knowing that whatever I picked in this particular book-stack would be a hot topic. "The Fine, Ancient, and Noble Art of Fellatio," I read the title aloud. "Seems like as good a place as any to start," I grinned, kneeling before him and eagerly tugging off his slacks. "Don't you agree?" Those would be my last words for quite some time, as who could talk with 9 inches of hard, thick, throbbing cock thrust so wonderfully down one's throat? All I could do now was gulp and gobble and enjoy, and revel in Dean's sweet manly moans.
Dean and I had been interrupted on our first tryst, but not before he had a chance to do a first-class job of eating out my pussy. Most college guys don't know the first thing about pleasuring a clit, and couldn't care less about it, but lucky for me, Dean practically had a Ph.D. in cunnilingus.
I had moved in next to the library when I worked there in my youth, long before I became a University professor. And even now, I still had a key. I had loved to make out in those bookstacks as a hot and always-horny college nymphette. Now, "past the age of 35" and still cute and desirable as hell, meeting young Dean in front of my place at 7:30, it was my intention to sneak into those very same private and secluded bookstacks after hours, where there would be zero chance of us getting caught. And unlike in my younger days, I planned to do a HELL of lot more than just make out there! Dean had been just millimeters and nanoseconds away from slipping me his big beautiful hard 9-inch cock the last time, when we had been so rudely interrrupted, and this time he would not get away without giving me the proper and thorough fucking I desired and deserved. And after the fabulous way he had eaten my pussy, I knew I also wanted and needed to recripocate with a good tongue-bath on his manhood, followed by an easy slide down my cock-hungry throat.
As Dean approached my place, I kissed him warmly and friendly-like, with just a hint of tongue. "Change of plans, Dean," I told a little white lie. "Unexpected house guests. So let's slip quietly into the Library next door, I have the key, and we can, ummm...well, you'll see."
I locked the main library door behind us, and led us into the furthest third-floor stacks, my favorite book-stack for a very good reason. I pulled a book at random off the shelf, knowing that whatever I picked in this particular book-stack would be a hot topic. "The Fine, Ancient, and Noble Art of Fellatio," I read the title aloud. "Seems like as good a place as any to start," I grinned, kneeling before him and eagerly tugging off his slacks. "Don't you agree?" Those would be my last words for quite some time, as who could talk with 9 inches of hard, thick, throbbing cock thrust so wonderfully down one's throat? All I could do now was gulp and gobble and enjoy, and revel in Dean's sweet manly moans.
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Pattie as I would now refer to her as knelt before me holding my throbbing dick and licking the glans, darting her tongue in the paradise ridge connecting the foreskin and the dome.
I was almost in a faint as the heat in testicles surged up..but before I spilled my seed she stopped and looked up at me.
'I can feel your balls tense, youre gonna blow soon aren't ya?'
I nodded then stammered' yeess..I ain't never had my cock sucked like this before' "
'You want to come inside my mouth?' "Will you be able to keep your dick stiff for me after?
I nodded again knowing that I wanted this woman every way possible.
She engulfed my tool again and sucked so gently but strongly..my seed rose like the express elevator at the Empire State and gushed into the side of her cheek..she gulped and swallowed. The orgasm rose all through me like a mountain of warm pleasure, as I spurted my juice in wonderful judders
I never knew so much would come out and it dribbled on her chin..expertly she swiped it up and licked it off her finger smiling at me alla the time. My cock was still shuderring and dribbling semen...Pattie cleaned up all that I had ...and was looking for more.
What next??
'Babe oh babe your not gonna flop on me?' she said as I wilted following the intense climactic pleasure.
I said 'now just wait on!!'
I looked at her whilte filmy dress and could trace the outline of possibly a white lace waist slip..no sooner had I seen this and my bone sprang up bigger, harder and rigid..
I grinned with masculine pride as I saw she was taken aback by this recovery..I looked at the bookshelf and picked out a book which interested me..
""Lingerie in the Modern Day"
Pattie lift up that dress I said...as I lay back between the aisles..
Slowly as the hem of dress was lifted the most delicious white sheen appeared with 3 inches of divine lace all around.
'Let me fuck you but the slip stays on' I said
I was almost in a faint as the heat in testicles surged up..but before I spilled my seed she stopped and looked up at me.
'I can feel your balls tense, youre gonna blow soon aren't ya?'
I nodded then stammered' yeess..I ain't never had my cock sucked like this before' "
'You want to come inside my mouth?' "Will you be able to keep your dick stiff for me after?
I nodded again knowing that I wanted this woman every way possible.
She engulfed my tool again and sucked so gently but strongly..my seed rose like the express elevator at the Empire State and gushed into the side of her cheek..she gulped and swallowed. The orgasm rose all through me like a mountain of warm pleasure, as I spurted my juice in wonderful judders
I never knew so much would come out and it dribbled on her chin..expertly she swiped it up and licked it off her finger smiling at me alla the time. My cock was still shuderring and dribbling semen...Pattie cleaned up all that I had ...and was looking for more.
What next??
'Babe oh babe your not gonna flop on me?' she said as I wilted following the intense climactic pleasure.
I said 'now just wait on!!'
I looked at her whilte filmy dress and could trace the outline of possibly a white lace waist slip..no sooner had I seen this and my bone sprang up bigger, harder and rigid..
I grinned with masculine pride as I saw she was taken aback by this recovery..I looked at the bookshelf and picked out a book which interested me..
""Lingerie in the Modern Day"
Pattie lift up that dress I said...as I lay back between the aisles..
Slowly as the hem of dress was lifted the most delicious white sheen appeared with 3 inches of divine lace all around.
'Let me fuck you but the slip stays on' I said
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Patty
I had loved that the first book I had selected off the risque shelf to reenact had been "The Fine, Ancient, and Noble Art of Fellatio." I was proud and happy to be showing off my legendary knowledge of and skills in that department, to my new stud Dean. But I had never expected Dean to erupt so MUCH come into my mouth, and I was quickly ovewrwhelmed, I simply could not gulp it down fast enough to keep up with him!
But Dean seemed to LOVE the sight of his come trickling down my chin, and when I licked his splatter off my own face, he amazed me by instantly recovereing his withered erection.
I was going to have a GREAT time with Dean tonight (and EVERY night, I hoped), I could just TELL!
Now it was his turn to select a book off the R-rated (or should I say X-rated?) shelf, and he picked a perfect one, "Lingerie in the Modern Day". I had already discovered on our first time, that he was as passionate about seeing and feeling me in my lingerie, as I was to wear it for him.
When he said he wanted to fuck me right through my frilly white slip, I was THRILLED! There is something about the urgency of making love without having time to remove all of your clothes, that makes sex all the more exciting and intense and pleasurable. I laid back, with my slip up but still on, and begged him to fuck me slowly, fuck me gently, but fuck me fully and completely.
As I stretched out on the floor between the third-floor book-stacks, I stretched my arm out and knocked several books off the bottom shelf. I picked up one book and read the title:
"Vaginal Practice Exercises, To Accomodate An Overly-Thick Penis"
I laughed. "I think I'm going to NEED this book, Dean, if you're gonna fuck me like this on any sort of regular basis!" I paused. "As I HOPE you will!"
But as Dean continued to love me so sweetly, my laughter quickly dissolved into deep sighs of contentment, then squeals of pure delight, and finally loud moans, as we both came, powerfully, simulataneously.
Aftyer we both calmed down from our powerful orgasms, we both sat up on the floor, our backs against the shelves. "Let's see those exercises in that book," Dean grinned. We thumbed through page after page of illustrations, until we found one we both liked. As Dean held my pussy open for me, I positioned my fingers as shown in the photo, and contracted and expanded my pussy muscles as explained in the text.
I had never been able to accommodate more than two of my fingers in my tight, narrow pussy, and some especially thick cocks (and especially Dean's) were VERY difficult for me to take into my tight slit. But to my amnazement, after about ten minutes of this exercise, I was able to slip THREE fingers inside myself at once, for the very first time in my life!
After I came all over my fingers, I smiled at Dean. "Well, let's see if this worked, if I can accomodate YOUR 'overly-thick penis' more comfortably now."
I don't know if it was the exercises or my slick moistness from the last orgasm, but now instead of Dean pushing and forcing his way into me, his entire hard-on slid all the way down into me in one swift, slick, slippery stroke. It was the most wonderful and amazing feeling, to take in a VERY thick cock that swiftly and easily and painlessly. To my surprise and my pure delight, he even had room to slip a finger into me, between the top of his thick cock and my G-spot, and thus to directly stimulate the spongy pad of my G-spot with the pad of his fingertip. I had NEVER been able to take in a thick cock AND a finger at the same time before, and it felt so amazing, I wanted to do that again, as often as I could.
I decided right then and there to check this book out of the library first thing in the morning, memorize it, and practice, practice, PRACTICE!
I had loved that the first book I had selected off the risque shelf to reenact had been "The Fine, Ancient, and Noble Art of Fellatio." I was proud and happy to be showing off my legendary knowledge of and skills in that department, to my new stud Dean. But I had never expected Dean to erupt so MUCH come into my mouth, and I was quickly ovewrwhelmed, I simply could not gulp it down fast enough to keep up with him!
But Dean seemed to LOVE the sight of his come trickling down my chin, and when I licked his splatter off my own face, he amazed me by instantly recovereing his withered erection.
I was going to have a GREAT time with Dean tonight (and EVERY night, I hoped), I could just TELL!
Now it was his turn to select a book off the R-rated (or should I say X-rated?) shelf, and he picked a perfect one, "Lingerie in the Modern Day". I had already discovered on our first time, that he was as passionate about seeing and feeling me in my lingerie, as I was to wear it for him.
When he said he wanted to fuck me right through my frilly white slip, I was THRILLED! There is something about the urgency of making love without having time to remove all of your clothes, that makes sex all the more exciting and intense and pleasurable. I laid back, with my slip up but still on, and begged him to fuck me slowly, fuck me gently, but fuck me fully and completely.
As I stretched out on the floor between the third-floor book-stacks, I stretched my arm out and knocked several books off the bottom shelf. I picked up one book and read the title:
"Vaginal Practice Exercises, To Accomodate An Overly-Thick Penis"
I laughed. "I think I'm going to NEED this book, Dean, if you're gonna fuck me like this on any sort of regular basis!" I paused. "As I HOPE you will!"
But as Dean continued to love me so sweetly, my laughter quickly dissolved into deep sighs of contentment, then squeals of pure delight, and finally loud moans, as we both came, powerfully, simulataneously.
Aftyer we both calmed down from our powerful orgasms, we both sat up on the floor, our backs against the shelves. "Let's see those exercises in that book," Dean grinned. We thumbed through page after page of illustrations, until we found one we both liked. As Dean held my pussy open for me, I positioned my fingers as shown in the photo, and contracted and expanded my pussy muscles as explained in the text.
I had never been able to accommodate more than two of my fingers in my tight, narrow pussy, and some especially thick cocks (and especially Dean's) were VERY difficult for me to take into my tight slit. But to my amnazement, after about ten minutes of this exercise, I was able to slip THREE fingers inside myself at once, for the very first time in my life!
After I came all over my fingers, I smiled at Dean. "Well, let's see if this worked, if I can accomodate YOUR 'overly-thick penis' more comfortably now."
I don't know if it was the exercises or my slick moistness from the last orgasm, but now instead of Dean pushing and forcing his way into me, his entire hard-on slid all the way down into me in one swift, slick, slippery stroke. It was the most wonderful and amazing feeling, to take in a VERY thick cock that swiftly and easily and painlessly. To my surprise and my pure delight, he even had room to slip a finger into me, between the top of his thick cock and my G-spot, and thus to directly stimulate the spongy pad of my G-spot with the pad of his fingertip. I had NEVER been able to take in a thick cock AND a finger at the same time before, and it felt so amazing, I wanted to do that again, as often as I could.
I decided right then and there to check this book out of the library first thing in the morning, memorize it, and practice, practice, PRACTICE!
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Professor Paricia Smythe-Morgan
The next morning, I did check out the library book, "Vaginal Practice Exercises, To Accomodate An Overly-Thick Penis". As I was leaving the library, I noticed Dean leaving too. Tucked under his arm was "Cunnilingus 101."
"Believe me, baby, you definitely don't need THAT book!" I laughed "You already have a Ph.D. in THAT subject!"
"Well, practice makes perfect!" Dean laughed. "And I can't think of anyone I'd rather practice on that YOU, professor!"
"Well, in that case," I grinned, "Why don't you come over to my place, and we can practice the lessons in our books TOGETHER! Say, about 7:30 tonight? I'll see you then!"
"Wear a slip!" Dean called after me, and I assured him that I would.
The next morning, I did check out the library book, "Vaginal Practice Exercises, To Accomodate An Overly-Thick Penis". As I was leaving the library, I noticed Dean leaving too. Tucked under his arm was "Cunnilingus 101."
"Believe me, baby, you definitely don't need THAT book!" I laughed "You already have a Ph.D. in THAT subject!"
"Well, practice makes perfect!" Dean laughed. "And I can't think of anyone I'd rather practice on that YOU, professor!"
"Well, in that case," I grinned, "Why don't you come over to my place, and we can practice the lessons in our books TOGETHER! Say, about 7:30 tonight? I'll see you then!"
"Wear a slip!" Dean called after me, and I assured him that I would.
Slip n Slide
"Oh my your place is so cool" I said to Pattie. We were on first name terms now!
"Glad you like it' she replied. She wasn't looking at me she was looking at my midriff...'what, your little love bar asleep?' she said.
"No'..be patient' I said
I was gonna surprise Pattie.
'Lets go to your bedroom'
"why we are all alone here!'
I had called in unable to control my raging desire for Pattie..she was everything in my world right now. She had invited me in dressed in a simple blouse and tan skirt..no glimpses of lace for me..so the bone lay low.
I know that this time we would slowly explore each other and take time to satisfy each other.
'Well Pattie'..strip for me"
She stood before me and slowly unbuttoned her blouse,,slipped it off leaving a cream coloured lacy bra. I couldn't help but notice her nipples were erect.
The cock began to crow!
The skirt was unzipped and she stpped out of it revealing a matching cream half-slip..the cock crew long n hard,
"lay down' I demanded!!
"aww baby wants to be masterful with me?'
'you bet Pattie'
she lay just in her bra and slip on some cushions on the floor in her lounge.
I stripped of my black T-shirt and unbuckled my jeans. Slowly I unbuttoned the fly and slipped mny jeans off.
'Oh my god' she gasped..'he is magnificent tonight'
My cock was pointing..rigid at her..the head a dark purple hew with pre-cum glistening on it.
'You gonna fuck me with that?
"Yes but not just yet;
My cock quivered and as I approached her I dropped to my knees.
I raised the sweet silky hem of the slip and rubbed it on my bulbous engorged cock..'ohhhhhh'. I then continued to lift the slip up..'no panties great".
I bent down to muzzle her sweet smelling pubic mound and then turned my face up and smiled.
"baby lick me good' she said..'OK but first check out my tongue'..she than gasped as she saw that I had a gold stud pierced on my tongue. "wow'
I moved down and parted her thighs and smelt that wonderful musk of feminine arousal. Opening her pussy lips which were already juicy I probed in with my tongue whilst engaging in a sucking motion with my lips on her pussy lips.
Without any delay I found her G-spot and her G-spot found my tongue--especially the studded area.
Slowly I worked the stud around and over her lady erection ...she was shaking all over the place..and sighing and moaning.
Man it was hard to lock on but I was not gonna be denied. Faster and rougher I rasped her clitoris with my tongue..her juices were drowning me..but I was loving it..until her hips bucked up and down andshe screamed her climax..
I moved up her body and she grasped my face and we locked mouth to mouth..she kissed me continually and we tongue fucked for a while.
"Oh that was soo goooood' she said holding on to my throbbing member.
"Pattie'' I couldn't contain myself any longer "up you get and let me see that ass'.
'Oh babe' "doggies' I noddedin response.
She was on her knees as I approached her. My cock was outta control as I knew that I needed to slide it up and down on the slip.
I reached around her waist and held her tight to me. The slip was a mini and my dick almost measured its entire length from waistband to lace. I slowly began a fucking action just feeling the slip on my shaft up and down.. but I knew ultimately where I was heading,
Once again I raised the slip and placed my swollen member against Patties juicy lips........
"Oh my your place is so cool" I said to Pattie. We were on first name terms now!
"Glad you like it' she replied. She wasn't looking at me she was looking at my midriff...'what, your little love bar asleep?' she said.
"No'..be patient' I said
I was gonna surprise Pattie.
'Lets go to your bedroom'
"why we are all alone here!'
I had called in unable to control my raging desire for Pattie..she was everything in my world right now. She had invited me in dressed in a simple blouse and tan skirt..no glimpses of lace for me..so the bone lay low.
I know that this time we would slowly explore each other and take time to satisfy each other.
'Well Pattie'..strip for me"
She stood before me and slowly unbuttoned her blouse,,slipped it off leaving a cream coloured lacy bra. I couldn't help but notice her nipples were erect.
The cock began to crow!
The skirt was unzipped and she stpped out of it revealing a matching cream half-slip..the cock crew long n hard,
"lay down' I demanded!!
"aww baby wants to be masterful with me?'
'you bet Pattie'
she lay just in her bra and slip on some cushions on the floor in her lounge.
I stripped of my black T-shirt and unbuckled my jeans. Slowly I unbuttoned the fly and slipped mny jeans off.
'Oh my god' she gasped..'he is magnificent tonight'
My cock was pointing..rigid at her..the head a dark purple hew with pre-cum glistening on it.
'You gonna fuck me with that?
"Yes but not just yet;
My cock quivered and as I approached her I dropped to my knees.
I raised the sweet silky hem of the slip and rubbed it on my bulbous engorged cock..'ohhhhhh'. I then continued to lift the slip up..'no panties great".
I bent down to muzzle her sweet smelling pubic mound and then turned my face up and smiled.
"baby lick me good' she said..'OK but first check out my tongue'..she than gasped as she saw that I had a gold stud pierced on my tongue. "wow'
I moved down and parted her thighs and smelt that wonderful musk of feminine arousal. Opening her pussy lips which were already juicy I probed in with my tongue whilst engaging in a sucking motion with my lips on her pussy lips.
Without any delay I found her G-spot and her G-spot found my tongue--especially the studded area.
Slowly I worked the stud around and over her lady erection ...she was shaking all over the place..and sighing and moaning.
Man it was hard to lock on but I was not gonna be denied. Faster and rougher I rasped her clitoris with my tongue..her juices were drowning me..but I was loving it..until her hips bucked up and down andshe screamed her climax..
I moved up her body and she grasped my face and we locked mouth to mouth..she kissed me continually and we tongue fucked for a while.
"Oh that was soo goooood' she said holding on to my throbbing member.
"Pattie'' I couldn't contain myself any longer "up you get and let me see that ass'.
'Oh babe' "doggies' I noddedin response.
She was on her knees as I approached her. My cock was outta control as I knew that I needed to slide it up and down on the slip.
I reached around her waist and held her tight to me. The slip was a mini and my dick almost measured its entire length from waistband to lace. I slowly began a fucking action just feeling the slip on my shaft up and down.. but I knew ultimately where I was heading,
Once again I raised the slip and placed my swollen member against Patties juicy lips........
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Patty
I loved undressing for Dean. I knew how he likes lacy lingerie, especially slips, and I had deliberately dressed accordingly, in lacy cream bra and shiny satin cream half-slip with cream lace hem.
Just as I knew it would, as soon as I had my skirt off and that slip exposed, I could see right through his clothing that his manhood grew nice and long and thick and hard, just EXACTLY how I like it!
When he ordered me to lie down, the mastery in his voice gave me goose-bumps and dampened every centimeter inside my pussy! GOD, how I wanted him already!
When he removed his shirt and showed me his impeccable pecs, his rippling chest, I nearly swooned. And when those jeans came off, I was salivating for a taste. He looked even longer and thicker than I had remembered!
Then his pierced tongue with its gold stud slipped against my soft, spongy G-spot, and I locked my legs around his back, thrust my pelvis high up into his face, and shaking, screaming, and moaning, I proceeded to DOUSE his handsome face with my rapidly-flowing love juices.
"So, can you tell Patty, that I REALLY studied that 'Cunilingus 101' book today!"
"I can tell!" I groaned. "You studeied it well, Dean! That deserves an A-plus for SURE!"
Then he got me down on my hands and knees, and slid his cock up against my slip, gently pressing the smooth cream satin into the crack of my ass. Finally, I lifted my slip and begged him to fuck my pussy from behind. Which he did, the dear, dear man!
"I've been studying all afternoon, too, Dean," I grinned, showing him my library book, 'Vaginal Practice Exercises, To Accomodate An Overly-Thick Penis'.
I proceeded to flex my pussy muscles tighter and looser several times. Each tightening of my pussy muscles let him stuff and cram and push and thrust a litle bit more of his huge love-monster into me, and each loosening add to the slickness of my inner walls, to help him slide a little easier, a little more effortlessly, into me. Then I placed a finger on either side of my pussy lips, and gently stretched my pussy open even more. I grabbed his cock in both hands, and eagerly crammed him even further into me now.
"YOU are the A-plus now, Patty!" Dean grinned, as he effortlessly slid the rest of his cock into my very slick and slippery, VERY wide open snatch from behind, with me on all fours.
"Ooooooo!" I howled like a coyote.
"Oh, Patty, you are SUCH a sweet, hot slut!" Dean moaned, as he pump furiously in and out of me from behind.
"And you REWARD me for my sluttiness SO nicely, Dean!" I moaned, as we came together, powerfully and repeatedly and endlessly.
"We GOTTA get us some more erotic library books to act-out on each other, TOMORROW night!" I moaned, and Dean moaned his agreement, as we endlesly, passionately, deliriously, delightedly fucked each other, we two SO in love now!
Mental note to myself: buy more SLIPS! Lots and lots and LOTS of lacy, silky, and satiny slips, if this is how the mere sight of me in a slip affects Dean! WOW! If there is a heaven, I'm already LIVING it with Dean now!
I loved undressing for Dean. I knew how he likes lacy lingerie, especially slips, and I had deliberately dressed accordingly, in lacy cream bra and shiny satin cream half-slip with cream lace hem.
Just as I knew it would, as soon as I had my skirt off and that slip exposed, I could see right through his clothing that his manhood grew nice and long and thick and hard, just EXACTLY how I like it!
When he ordered me to lie down, the mastery in his voice gave me goose-bumps and dampened every centimeter inside my pussy! GOD, how I wanted him already!
When he removed his shirt and showed me his impeccable pecs, his rippling chest, I nearly swooned. And when those jeans came off, I was salivating for a taste. He looked even longer and thicker than I had remembered!
Then his pierced tongue with its gold stud slipped against my soft, spongy G-spot, and I locked my legs around his back, thrust my pelvis high up into his face, and shaking, screaming, and moaning, I proceeded to DOUSE his handsome face with my rapidly-flowing love juices.
"So, can you tell Patty, that I REALLY studied that 'Cunilingus 101' book today!"
"I can tell!" I groaned. "You studeied it well, Dean! That deserves an A-plus for SURE!"
Then he got me down on my hands and knees, and slid his cock up against my slip, gently pressing the smooth cream satin into the crack of my ass. Finally, I lifted my slip and begged him to fuck my pussy from behind. Which he did, the dear, dear man!
"I've been studying all afternoon, too, Dean," I grinned, showing him my library book, 'Vaginal Practice Exercises, To Accomodate An Overly-Thick Penis'.
I proceeded to flex my pussy muscles tighter and looser several times. Each tightening of my pussy muscles let him stuff and cram and push and thrust a litle bit more of his huge love-monster into me, and each loosening add to the slickness of my inner walls, to help him slide a little easier, a little more effortlessly, into me. Then I placed a finger on either side of my pussy lips, and gently stretched my pussy open even more. I grabbed his cock in both hands, and eagerly crammed him even further into me now.
"YOU are the A-plus now, Patty!" Dean grinned, as he effortlessly slid the rest of his cock into my very slick and slippery, VERY wide open snatch from behind, with me on all fours.
"Ooooooo!" I howled like a coyote.
"Oh, Patty, you are SUCH a sweet, hot slut!" Dean moaned, as he pump furiously in and out of me from behind.
"And you REWARD me for my sluttiness SO nicely, Dean!" I moaned, as we came together, powerfully and repeatedly and endlessly.
"We GOTTA get us some more erotic library books to act-out on each other, TOMORROW night!" I moaned, and Dean moaned his agreement, as we endlesly, passionately, deliriously, delightedly fucked each other, we two SO in love now!
Mental note to myself: buy more SLIPS! Lots and lots and LOTS of lacy, silky, and satiny slips, if this is how the mere sight of me in a slip affects Dean! WOW! If there is a heaven, I'm already LIVING it with Dean now!
Broom cupboard
The next few days I spent out of town on a college football trip and I missed my teacher so much.
The games were a disaster and on our return the coach ordered us in for extra training on Sunday afternoon...
Luckily I had played well and he excused me after an hour. I made my way to the locker room when I ran into Patty. By this time I just had may training shorts on having taken off my sweat shirt.
Through the sunlight I saw the disitinctive lace outline of a slip underneath Pattie's skirt and guess what stirred..
"Oh Dean' Pattie gasped..'baby I need some lovin!'
'Sure' I replied'let me get showered up'
'No, I want you right now!'
She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the Janitors cupboard.
There was barely room to move and my hot sweaty bod was pressed up agains her cool clean crisp blouse and skirt.
'Dean'..your cock hungry?'
'Pattie there is no room here'
'Well we had better make use of all the available space!!!'
With that she reached in my shorts and puled out my aching swollen member. Almost in the same movement I lifted up her skirt..
A yellow slip and raging red cock came into contact.....
The next few days I spent out of town on a college football trip and I missed my teacher so much.
The games were a disaster and on our return the coach ordered us in for extra training on Sunday afternoon...
Luckily I had played well and he excused me after an hour. I made my way to the locker room when I ran into Patty. By this time I just had may training shorts on having taken off my sweat shirt.
Through the sunlight I saw the disitinctive lace outline of a slip underneath Pattie's skirt and guess what stirred..
"Oh Dean' Pattie gasped..'baby I need some lovin!'
'Sure' I replied'let me get showered up'
'No, I want you right now!'
She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the Janitors cupboard.
There was barely room to move and my hot sweaty bod was pressed up agains her cool clean crisp blouse and skirt.
'Dean'..your cock hungry?'
'Pattie there is no room here'
'Well we had better make use of all the available space!!!'
With that she reached in my shorts and puled out my aching swollen member. Almost in the same movement I lifted up her skirt..
A yellow slip and raging red cock came into contact.....
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Professor Patricia Smythe-Morgan
There is something about the raw smell of a football hunk just returned from a game. His sweat mixing with his cologne. I wanted Dean the instant I saw him and smelled him, and I made sure he saw me in my slip, since the mere sight of a slip always gets his hard, especially if it is ME wearing that slip!
When he didn't resist my whisking him into the broom closet, I knew I was in luck. When he stripped, I could not only SEE his very obvious excitement over the sight of me in my yellow slip, in the form of his wildly-throbbing hard-on, but I could even SMELL his excitement now! You know, that wonderful, intoxicating scent a guy gets when he is SO horny for you, and his balls are filled to overflowing with come that he just can't WAIT to inject into you, and a crystal-clear drop of pre-come is just starting to dribble out of the very tip of his cock-head! Well, Dean definitely had that scent on him now, and it was making my pussy just absolutely ACHE to ride him!
When he complained of how small a room we were in, I smiled. "This closet's not big enough for the two of us, cowboy!" I laughed, paraphrasing the cliche from every bad western movie of the last century. "Unless, of course, you care to conserve space by slipping your cock into my pussy, and mashing my soft, round breasts into your firm, hard pecks."
"Sounds like a GREAT solution to me, Patty," Dean grinned, as he eagerly slipped me the big, hard cock that I had been so desperately craving, all the time he had been out of town for his dumb old football game.
"Mmmm!" I moaned, as I wrapped my legs around his waist and impaled myslef on him. "I have been waiting for this moment for DAYS! And I want us to stay locked around each other like this for days to come!"
"But the janitor will be back on Monday morning!" Dean laughed.
"Perfect!" I groaned, as I furiously and frantically rode him standing-up now. "This is only Saturday afternoon! That means you can fuck me in here like this, non-stop, for the next day and a half! That would be just BEAUTIFUL! Oh, Dean, I missed you, and I NEED you!" I shouted. Then in a long, drawn-out whispered moan, "Oh, fffffffuck me, Dean! That's it, fuck me right THROUGH my yellow slip! Then fuck me ALL day long, straight through until Monday morning! Just FUCK me, Dean! Fuck me deep, fuck me hard, fuck me NOW! Just FUCK me! OOOOOOOHHHHHH!"
There is something about the raw smell of a football hunk just returned from a game. His sweat mixing with his cologne. I wanted Dean the instant I saw him and smelled him, and I made sure he saw me in my slip, since the mere sight of a slip always gets his hard, especially if it is ME wearing that slip!
When he didn't resist my whisking him into the broom closet, I knew I was in luck. When he stripped, I could not only SEE his very obvious excitement over the sight of me in my yellow slip, in the form of his wildly-throbbing hard-on, but I could even SMELL his excitement now! You know, that wonderful, intoxicating scent a guy gets when he is SO horny for you, and his balls are filled to overflowing with come that he just can't WAIT to inject into you, and a crystal-clear drop of pre-come is just starting to dribble out of the very tip of his cock-head! Well, Dean definitely had that scent on him now, and it was making my pussy just absolutely ACHE to ride him!
When he complained of how small a room we were in, I smiled. "This closet's not big enough for the two of us, cowboy!" I laughed, paraphrasing the cliche from every bad western movie of the last century. "Unless, of course, you care to conserve space by slipping your cock into my pussy, and mashing my soft, round breasts into your firm, hard pecks."
"Sounds like a GREAT solution to me, Patty," Dean grinned, as he eagerly slipped me the big, hard cock that I had been so desperately craving, all the time he had been out of town for his dumb old football game.
"Mmmm!" I moaned, as I wrapped my legs around his waist and impaled myslef on him. "I have been waiting for this moment for DAYS! And I want us to stay locked around each other like this for days to come!"
"But the janitor will be back on Monday morning!" Dean laughed.
"Perfect!" I groaned, as I furiously and frantically rode him standing-up now. "This is only Saturday afternoon! That means you can fuck me in here like this, non-stop, for the next day and a half! That would be just BEAUTIFUL! Oh, Dean, I missed you, and I NEED you!" I shouted. Then in a long, drawn-out whispered moan, "Oh, fffffffuck me, Dean! That's it, fuck me right THROUGH my yellow slip! Then fuck me ALL day long, straight through until Monday morning! Just FUCK me, Dean! Fuck me deep, fuck me hard, fuck me NOW! Just FUCK me! OOOOOOOHHHHHH!"
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"You don't need to dream, Dean sweetie. We are locked in this broom closet for a whole day and a half, and believe me, the reality is going to be MUCH better than anything you can dream."
And with that, I climbed off of him the best I could in the tight confines of the broom closet. I flipped myself upside down facing toward him, my head in his lap licking at his gorgeous cock, my legs locked around his head as his tongue flicked and flitted at my horny little clit. In this upside-down position, my slip drooped down over my breasts, giving his mouth unobstructed access to my very hot, extremely wet pussy.
Normally, being upside down like this I'm sure would have given me a gigantic headache. But too much blood was rushing to my pussy to meet his mouth now, for any to rush to my head and give me a headache.
This 69, with me upside down, crammed so tightly into the broom closet that neither of us could move, had me tingling all over, panting and moaning. His nibbling on my clit was driving me all the more crazy with desire for him as I hungrily sucked him UP my throat!
Dean, you are the BEST! And we still have nearly 24 more hours in this broom closet, to get as wild and crazy and kinky as we want to be!
"You don't need to dream, Dean sweetie. We are locked in this broom closet for a whole day and a half, and believe me, the reality is going to be MUCH better than anything you can dream."
And with that, I climbed off of him the best I could in the tight confines of the broom closet. I flipped myself upside down facing toward him, my head in his lap licking at his gorgeous cock, my legs locked around his head as his tongue flicked and flitted at my horny little clit. In this upside-down position, my slip drooped down over my breasts, giving his mouth unobstructed access to my very hot, extremely wet pussy.
Normally, being upside down like this I'm sure would have given me a gigantic headache. But too much blood was rushing to my pussy to meet his mouth now, for any to rush to my head and give me a headache.
This 69, with me upside down, crammed so tightly into the broom closet that neither of us could move, had me tingling all over, panting and moaning. His nibbling on my clit was driving me all the more crazy with desire for him as I hungrily sucked him UP my throat!
Dean, you are the BEST! And we still have nearly 24 more hours in this broom closet, to get as wild and crazy and kinky as we want to be!
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