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3/6/2009

The Plight of the Professor and the Pussy Playing Student



First Class Session after Nancy’s Oral Exam…


Indeed, I had mixed feeling about teaching this class session,
seeing Nancy and Debby sitting there looking at me days
after our erotic event. For sure, a bit of feeling like the
morning-after ‒ although in reality it was a couple of days
later. A time warp from event to now passed so quickly. That
morning-after sensation, combined with the pulls from
assuming the risk of getting caught with my hand in the cookie
jar ‒ so to speak ‒ and wondering what the repercussions
might be. Then too, there was that lingering teacher-not-fucking-student
thing, as I thanked my lucky stars that my brief, but extensive
oral exam of Nancy hadn’t been interrupted by a member of
the administrative staff or the cleaning crew ‒ they would
have taken photos of “in the act” and sold them.


The clean-up crew would occasionally come upon students
making out in various stages of undress, so the cleaners
packed “insta-matics” to capture the moment. Photos of
a professor eating a sexy co-ed in the classroom would be
a best seller. Add into the mix of my ponderings, the surprising
discovery of Debby standing in the doorway, shamelessly
fingering her pussy and blissfully getting off while enjoying
our impromptu erotic demonstration on the desk. Well,
at least Debby’s finger-fucking would have provided a
bit of a diversion to prevent Nancy and I from being caught
in the act!!! Say cheese!!!


Drats, rats, and bats’ asses, these first contacts after
delightful doings can be so awkward, ‘tis at times, a bit
perplexing, about what to say to a recently eaten lady ‒
especially a delicious lady I’d love to eat again. Something
like, “Thanks for letting me eat you, and you were absolutely
fabulous sucking off my cummmming cock ‒ well, fabulous
with all things considered, you know, being on the desk
in my classroom was rather limiting, the risk of getting
caught with our pants down...” Alasss, no need to mention
the “all things considered” negative elements, and she
was exceptionally yummy, and ‘twas fabulous how she spread
wide open for ready access as she presented her inviting
pussy to me. I dare say the assumed risk of feasting-interuptous
happening ‒ as a career tarnishing discovery ‒ loomed as
a clear and present danger, and brought a special twittering
thrill while licking her lovely twat. Another delightful
rush was discovering Debby doing her delightful deed,
indeed, an adventurous, pussy playing voyeur focusing
on us feasting ‒ I guess that would be sort of like a threesome
once removed, but moved to freely enjoy a few yards away.



Do I say to Debby, “I’m so glad you found our erotic merriment
sooo personally stimulating for you ‒ how do you feel about
threesomes???” Indeed, ‘tis wise to test the waters. Nice
and easy like, she just turned 18 a month ago, and from what
I saw of her hot bare ass, during her fleeting departure,
she has a perfectly developed adult body that’s so totally
eatable. Although she was 8 years younger than Nancy, Debby
knew she had a hot body and she radiated with a wealth of street-wise
sexual experience far beyond her young years. Of course
I could just take the direct professor approach and schedule
Debby for a private oral exam ‒ and an oral rebuttal too.
Although that might seem like an abuse of power ‒ so to speak,
but I sensed she’d welcome me talking in tongue with her
young pussy.


I was sort of playing through in my mind what to say ‒ or not
say ‒ when my brain got zapped with one of those flashes back
in time, a time warp to a long ago time of when I was a senior
in high school. Alasss, those were the golden learning
days of merry make-out times, necking, heavy petting sessions
‒ above and below the waist, and free-style fucking ‒ all
important social skills to sexually play in polite society
with the rest of the sluts. Now I dare say, I picked up a reputation
in high school for being “easy” ‒ the girls spread the good
word, “Go out with John, he’s easy!” For sure I was as easy
as any other slut seeking satisfying sexual stimulation,
as well as being sexually selective ‒ sort of.


Okay, from my well-spent youth on, I’ve favored sexy sluts
with nice breasts and a firm ass because they were way more
fun to enjoy fucking with than the eternal-virgins ‒ they
loved having their tits played with and sucked, but no touching
“down there” nor her touching my cock!!! High school was
a great learning experience with marvelous opportunities
to expand my sexual horizon.


Anyhow, the specific time that comes zapping into mind
was a “rush weekend” at the local college. It just so happened
that a couple of the high school seniors I hung with when
I was a junior, were now college freshmen, and because they
were totally cool and smart all the frat houses were rushing
them big time. They had accepted an invitation from an infamous
Greek house noted for busing fuck-able ladies in from a
neighboring junior business college to stock the party
with horny women ‒ so to speak. To facilitate an air of privacy
for fucking couples, the third-floor was in total darkness,
arranged with wall-to-wall mattresses ‒ be careful where
you step.


My two high school buddies hatched this plan to get me into
the Friday night party with them. Laying bets on who would
get laid on the third-floor first ‒ or at least get a blow
job on the stairs. They briefed me on the various professors
and their teaching styles, along with a few choice remarks,
just in case any of the brothers asked what courses I was
enrolled in. A few right answers, sprinkled with appropriate
comments, works wonders to help you to fit in at a party;
just as correct answers to sexually more provocative questions
from those young college girls helps to close the worthy
quest to soon be befittingly fucking on the third-floor.
There’s safety from discovery on the third-floor because
everyone is to busy fucking to ask dumb questions.


My lucky stars where aligning when I connected with a beautiful
business co-ed in her junior year. After a bit of brazen
banter and some easy getting to know you touching ‒ indeed
nice tits with hard nipples, she concluded with the explanation
that she usually doesn’t “do” college freshmen, but she
said, I was fun and cute so let’s go up to the fucking third-floor
and do some fun fucking. Cute!!! Cute??? Cute my ass!!!



Of course I accepted her fucking invitation ‒ as “cute”
as it was. I hastened to point out, I don’t usually “do” juniors,
but since she has sensational tits and a choice ass I’d make
an exception and fuck her tight pussy and eat her silly.
Naturally we both laughed ‒ oh, if only she knew I was just
a wiseass, swinging dick, senior in high school. She would
have had a shit-fit!!! For sure, that unmentioned fact
would have been a “fuck-buster” ‒ some things are better
left unsaid. In addition to pissing off the frat brothers
discovering a high school student had crashed their party.
I was fearful, upon discovery, the bare-ass sting of their
frat-paddles and being rudely tossed out of the house naked
on my bare, stinging ass!!! The third-floor was a safe haven
and a seventh fucking heaven at the top of the stairs ‒ behind
the Green Door.


“Ladies first, ” I said as I followed her up the stairs while
enjoying a great view of her very choice ass in motion. I
do confess, that as fine of a fuck as she surely was, the total
shock of what happened on the third-floor completely purged
her name forever from my memory.


Except for the dim rays of light escaping from the illuminated
stairwell, the room was cloaked in the black privacy of
darkness. From the sounds of their joyful engaging, I knew
there were several couples already enjoying in the attic
room ‒ and one couple was blissfully just starting to fuck
on the mattress next to us. The lady in the dark was exclaiming
with appreciative “Ohhhs” as his cock slowly entered her
wet cunt. Thusly even more stimulated, we were soon naked
and blissfully fucking too ‒ echoing along with the harmony
of expressed “Ohhhs” and “Ahhhs, ” and “Ahhhaas, ” too.
I do recall she spread her legs eagerly wanting me on top
and in her now, instantly, and her series of “Ohhhs” when
I eased my thick cock into her craving cunt ‒ and then, matching
thrust-for-fucking-thrust with wicked wiggles of her
ass. Indeed, we enjoyed some fine fucking as we fluidly
repositioned while maintaining our fucking connection.
I dare say for a tight-ass business student, she was very
bendable!!!


Now, as timing would have it, such as at fated times like
this, we had concluded and were basking in our afterglow
of first cummmmings at the same time as our unknown mattress
mates were after glowing too. That’s when the guy on the
next mattress said he was gonna take a piss and get a pitcher
of beer as he headed to the stairs; and my well satisfied
lady friend excused herself to go to the bathroom. I’m amazed
by how many folks cut short relishing the extended glories
of the afterglow. Anyhow, their hasty departure left me
all alone ‒ as much as you can be alone surrounded by fucking
and sucking couples ‒ with the unseen lady on the next mattress.
From the darkness she said to me, “I’ve got the smokes if
you have a light.”


“I’ve got a lighter, ” I quickly replied, as I reached to
retrieve my trusty Zippo from the pocket of my nearby trousers.
At last I’ll get to see what the vocal lady of the darkness
looks like. And with the flick of my Zippo, the illumination
from the dancing flame gave me the most horrific shock of
my young life!!! I was sure my eye balls were about to pop
out of my head ‒ in an instant my afterglow semi-hard became
a second belly-button, my mouth was agape with the gasp
of disbelief at who I saw ‒ with her familiar face reflecting
the same shocking disbelief as my face. Drats, rats, bats’
asses, and the cursing fleas from a thousand camels!!!
Major bummer ‒ big time busted I be!!! Hugely deep shit!!!



“John?”


Oh shit, she recognized me ‒ just as I had quickly recognized
her from seeing her around my high school. Actually “seeing”
is an understatement, a memory of a long-lingering dumb-fucked
stare at her glorious body in gym shorts and school tee-shirt
exercising with the girls’ gym doing windmills. Now, holding
the illuminating lighter, I was a statue frozen in place,
as I looked into her eyes and then gazed at her luscious breast.



“John?”


At least she had just called out my name, and asked something
totally stupid like, What are you doing here? Ah, I’ve been
fucking here, and you, what have you been doing here???
Of course she was fucking too!!!


Finally I blurted, “Yes, ah, Ms Trafford???”


And there, in all her naked beauty with a just-fucked glow,
was the newly hired girls’ gym teacher!!! What a shocker!!!
Neither of us was supposed to be there as the people we were
pretending to be ‒ if it ever got out we crashed the frat party
we’d both be in deep shit!!! I wondered if any of the other
joyful fuckers had heard me use her last name.


Major bummer in the making, until Ms Trafford looked right
at me and said, “Let’s look at it this way, John, I didn’t
see you, and you didn’t see me ‒ so let’s make a deal. Okay?”



“What kind of deal do you have in mind???” I asked, although
at that point I’d have agreed to anything. Mercy, her knockers
were knock-outs in the flickering light!!!


She smiled while cupping her bare tits acknowledging my
mouth open gaze, and said, “A non-exclusive, mutually
beneficial deal, total open access with complete satisfaction
guaranteed.”


“I’d be in mutual agreement with that, ” said I as I reached
out to fondle her breasts. As if to test the truth in her “open
access” words.


“Mutually beneficial, John, and our secret, ” she replied
while reaching for my stirring cock, “Call me, Pauline…mmmm…John,
you have nice, thick cock.”


Reaching between her thighs I replied, “Pauline, you have
a neatly trimmed pussy…mmm”


“I love having my pussy eaten ‒ and I could hear how lustfully
you enjoy eating pussy right beside me, ” she said as she
aligned her lips with mine, and as I closed the Zippo our
lips met.


Thusly we sealed our deal with a long passionate kiss ‒ signifying
promises of more to come, as we lingered with our exploring
touches down there. Enjoying the first tingling rushes
of slipping my fingers into her cummm filled cunt, feeling
her caressing hand playing with my pussy-juicy-cummm-covered
cock. All the time we’re frenching with lots of tongue ‒
I suspected this was just a mere taste of Pauline’s marvelous
oral talents.


We parted and repositioned ourselves all innocence like,
just as our “mattress dates” were coming up the stairs ‒
I could butt hope that what’s her name was giving the other
guy a nice view of her bare ass. Nope, the dumb dude went up
the stairs first. Pauline quickly whispered, “See you
in the library, Monday morning!” I didn’t have a chance
to say a “say what???” with regards to the school library
on Monday ‒ my mind played with thoughts of the girls’ gym
teacher setting up an erotic rendezvous with me in the library.
Indeed an interesting possibility ‒ and I had a key to the
AV room!!! I wondered just how daring in the pursuit of sexual
pleasures Pauline might be.


Our dates returned for round 2, I gave fleeting thoughts
to boldly asking if they’d be up for swapping “Mattress
dates” ‒ not likely, no point in going there now. And besides,
I have a Monday morning eating…ah, meeting…a meeting with
Pauline to look forward to, so there’s no need to rush. My
two buddies would totally flip if they knew I got it on with
two different ladies on the third-floor. No way would they
believe one of the ladies was my high school’s girls’ gym
teacher. Thusly, without a bit of ado, we were soon sucking
and fucking again on our mattress ‒ while Pauline and what’s
his name were humping away on the next mattress. I thought
of this as sort of making the best of what is, while you have
the opportunity to make the best of the making ‒ after the
passionate kiss from Pauline, I firmly believed the best
was yet to come. My nameless lady was sure an experienced
cocksucker and a sensational fucker. Yes, there was a righteous
rush knowing Pauline was hearing us enjoying.


Our playful exchanges came to a hasty conclusion with the
shouted message from downstairs, “Listen up you lucky
third-floor fuckers, the buses will be leaving in 10 minutes.”
That was our cue to cummm one more glorious time before hitting
the road ‒ so to speak. Getting undressed and dressed in
the dark never was a challenge, nor was it for my slutty friend
for the evening. Pauline didn’t have to catch the bus, so
she was still humping away rather vocally with her partner.
As I was heading for the stairs, I was sure I heard her singing,
“Monday, Monday morning, merry Monday morning, merry,
merry we be…”


Naturally I thanked the house brothers for making the space
available for the evening’s up-close and personal entertainment.
I connected with my buddies by the waiting buses bidding
farewell to their “dates” ‒ sadly, both had spent the evening
talking endlessly with two perpetual-virgins ‒ constantly
cock-teasing but forever virgins!!! My absence for the
bulk of the evening told the tale that I was on the third-floor
enjoying a bit of tail ‒ actually quite a bit of tail and her
sensational cock-sucking mouth too!!! There was no need
to say, “And guess who I saw in the all-together, fucking
away on the next mattress???” They would have thought the
“cute” junior co-ed had fucked my brains out and I was imagining
things ‒ merry, merry Monday morning, merry we be…!!!


I dare say ‘tis fair to say that I’ve never looked forward
to a Monday morning more than I was looking forward to this
one. During my senior year of high school, I was both a student
attending classes and the student-teacher of a sophomore
art class as part of a program to entice talented students
into the teaching profession ‒ the beeping pings of the
orbiting Sputnik had made increasing the quality of education
a national priority. As a student-teacher I got to attend
faculty meetings and I had a teacher’s mail-bin in the office.
I tired to check-in with the office between 7:30 and 8:00am
every morning, but this Monday morning I was there at 7:15am
‒ not too eager. Only 3 pieces of mail in my mail-bin ‒ a reminder
of the National Art Day committee meeting in the library
at 8am; pleas for faculty chaperons for the school dance
on Friday night ‒ I briefly wondered if a student/student-teacher
would be an acceptable chaperon; and a sealed school envelop
addressed to “John” ‒ that would be me!!! But what could
this be???


I headed for the teachers’ lounge for coffee and donuts
‒ yes, I had all the teacher perks, including a reserved
parking space in the teachers’ lot. I tore opened the envelop
while walking, took out the folded note, and read, “Dear
John, Please report to my private office at 3pm this afternoon,
I have several things to go over with you. See you soon, Pauline”
Holy shit, this stopped me dead in my tracks ‒ her office
was infinitely better than the library, even with a key
to the AV room. Now I wondered, just what were the “several
things, ” she had in mind to go over with me!!! Of course
I had a few ideas of what I’d like to go over with her ‒ like
my lips going over her luscious tits for starters.


I arrived at the library just a few minutes before 8am, this
was the first committee meeting and I wanted to make a good
impression. Several teachers were less than thrilled
with a student having teacher status, my fellow students
thought it was totally cool for me to be teaching art and
doing all the things regular teachers do ‒ such as fucking
other teachers. Especially supportive of my teacher status
were the shop guys ‒ I brought then designs to build all kinds
of interesting and fun shop projects, and I showed them
how to build a better zip-gun that wouldn’t blowup in their
hands!!!


Just before the committee meeting was about to start, Pauline
sat down at the conference table right across from me and
I nearly fell off by chair. Indeed a most pleasant surprise,
she was wearing sweats with the ever present gym teacher’s
whistle on a red and black lanyard around her neck. She looked
absolutely great in light gray with her blonde hair in an
easy to care for pageboy cut ‒ perfect for a teacher getting
in and out of the pool and shower several times a day.


At the start of the meeting when the vice-principal / committee
chairman was taking roll ‒ gee, all 6 of us were here ‒ Pauline
explained that she had talked with Mr. Herr over the weekend
and they had agreed that she would be representing the Athletic
Department on the Art’s Day committee, she went on to explain
that although she was the new kid on the block she believed
this was a marvelous opportunity to showcase student talents
to the community. The group appreciated her inspired introduction.
I was personally inspired with thoughts of cupping Pauline’s
ass checks while I bury my face in her hot pussy.


It was common knowledge Mr. Herr had little appreciation
for art ‒ except for nudes ‒ and he believed the pure strength
of brute force would overcome in the end and drive the point
home ‒ he was a butt-fucker. He taught boys in his health
class during the session on sex education that eating pussy
was like taking poison and that sooner rather than later
the deadly pussy-juice would kill you deader than dead!!!
The wise-guys in the class smile and would snicker, “What
a way to go!!!”


As they went around the table for oral reports about what
everyone was doing, had done, or were about to do, thinking
about doing ‒ I’m thinking I’m about a few hours away from
doing Pauline in her office every which way we can do our
delightful doings, with all things considered. However,
I nearly went into shock when Pauline reported to the committee
that she would be meeting with me this afternoon to compile
an inventory of available artistic talent and how they
overlap with mutual benefits. Aha, I’m gonna inventory
every millimeter of her artistic ass and overlap her assets.
Indeed I thought of my not blushing while she was talking
about us as a sign of maturity ‒ and my erection was an indication
of how her words between the lines stimulated me. Sure I’d
heard about that there double-meaning French word thingy
‒ mercy, she quickly got into frenching during our bonding
the deal kiss on the third-floor ‒ double-entendre, but
I never had a double-entendre tossed at me across a conference
table!!!


The rest of the day zipped by in blurred segments, a few minutes
before 3pm I was knocking on the door marked, “Pauline S.
Trafford ‒ Athletic Department.” Let the games begin.
“Come in, John, ” came from behind the door. We’re off to
a good start.


She locked the door, and led me back to her inner office locking
a second door ‒ double safe from discovery. Leading me onto
the gym mats in front of her desk she explained, “We’re good
until 4pm, then I have to see how the cheerleaders are coming
along. I’ve been looking forward to fucking with you since
Friday night.”


“Me too, and then some, ” I said while pulling her near with
a hand on each ass cheek.


She pulled up her sweat shirt ‒ braless ‒ and said, “I love
how you appreciate my tits.”


“Indeed I do, and your marvelous ass too!!!” squeezing
her sweet buns.


“You know what I want to go over with you, is my mouth going
all over your body and especially your hard cock, ” Pauline
said undoing my belt and unzipping my fly, then reaching
for my cock when I was slipping down her sweat pants ‒ bare
ass, and an equally bare pussy. “I love feeling your hands
all over my pussy.”


“And you love my fingers, finger-fuck your cunt…like this???”
I asked, oh if I’d only know about the “G-spot” back then.
But her prolonged “Ohhhh, yessss, right there…mmmm…”
spoke volumes for having discovered it without even knowing
what I’d found. However, Pauline was enjoying that I’d
found it!!! Indeed I found my mouth sucking her nipples
hard, while feeling her fucking thrusts on my cunt fucking
fingers, and all the time I was loving the marvelous way
she stroking and playing with my cock.


Not that it matters, but I’m at a loss to say when we melted
onto the mats ‒ so to speak ‒ but somehow I was on my back and
Pauline was laying on me sucking my cock, and her thighs
were straddling my head and my mouth was full of her sweet
juicy pussy!!! Indeed, we were joyfully 69ing ‒ and this
was a first time 69ing for me!!! It’s next to impossible
to get into a mutually satisfying 69ing position in the
back seat of a car.


Eventually she repositioned to be straddling me and took
my cock deep in her tight cunt while bending down so I could
again suck and nibble her tits and play with her wonderfully
wiggling firm ass.


I felt her hasten her fine fucking movements and I said,
“I’m about to cummm!!!”


“Me tooo, tell me when, tell me when you start to cumm…” she
said in reply.


“Soon, real soon!!!”


“Soooon too!!!


“Now, now, oh, nowww!!!” I yelled, feeling my cummm surging
out of my cock and into her hot cunt.


“Oh, now, yes, nowww!!!” she echoed loudly.


“Nowww, Nowww, noowww…”


She kept my spent cock in her cunt, snuggled close and kissed
with the same bonding passions from Friday night. Indeed
we were enjoying our blissful afterglow hugging close
and dear. I broke the silence, “I’ve got a lighter if you
got the smokes.”


“John, we can’t smoke on school property.” She said in a
playfully mocking voice.


“Gee, Pauline, we can’t fuck on school property, but we
just did.” playfully mocking back.


“Get your lighter, I’ll get the smokes.”


When we were getting dress, Pauline said, “Sign-up to chaperon
the school dance Friday night. I’m chaperoning too and
we’ll have some more fucking fun.”


“Sure I’ll sign-up. I was planning on chaperoning anyhow
because chaperons get in for free. But do we have to wait
until Friday to fuck again???” I asked hopefully, because
waiting until Friday to fuck her again would be a long fuck-less
wait.


“I have a free period from 1 until 2 on Wednesday, can you
get out of class???” she asked smiling because she already
knew I could.


“Not a problem, we have a committee meeting for National
Art Day.”


“We sure do, and we’re a horny committee of two.” She said
as we kissed and again sealed the deal.


And that was the start of my higher sex education with extensive
studies in female anatomy. To say I enjoyed a very sexually
active senior year of high school would be a gross understatement.
Pauline and I fucked and sucked all over the school ‒ we got
it on in the girls’ shower room and locker room; nude in the
swimming pool; in the gym ‒ I butt-fucked her hot ass while
she was bending over the buck; in the clock tower she sucked
me off; once I ate her in the teacher’s lounge ‒ there’s no
truth to the rumor they were out of donuts, but I did eat a
cream-puff out of her pussy; purely for symbolic purposes
we fucked on the conference table in the library; we painted
each other and took turns eating out and sucking in locked
in the art supply room; and just for the fun of it we crashed
a frat party, went directly to the third-floor and loudly
fucked and sucked the night away ‒ humping on and on long
after the buses departed.


We were fuck-buddies, I dated high school girls with great
tits ‒ freely sharing what I was learning from my merry hooking
up with an older woman, four whole years older!!! And Pauline
lived at home and was date one guy rather steadily ‒ he was
a lawyer and rather dull in bed. Pauline clearly enjoyed
sexual adventure as part of the thrill of it all. A true free
spirit and a mighty fine slutty fuck!!! They got engaged
in April ‒ when she told me she was getting married I thought
it was an April Fool’s joke ‒ and the wedding was in late June.
No she wasn’t expecting ‒ curse of all curses, she got her
period on her wedding night. She wanted to hang the bloody
bed sheets out the window, not to show she was a virgin ‒ no
one would have believed she was ever a virgin; but to show
she wasn’t pregnant. In July she left for a year in Paris
where her husband-attorney had been assigned for a year.
When I had slipped away from my senior prom date to meet Pauline
for a quickie, she explained to me that for a year in Paris
she’d do anything ‒ even get married!!!


In August, I got a “Dear John” note from Pauline with a photo
of her bending over showing off her sweet bare ass at the
top of the Eiffel Tower!!! The note said, “Dear John, wish
you were here! Love and kisses, Pauline.” Now I wasn’t sure
if Pauline was wishing I was in her ass or with her in Paris
‒ knowing her as well as I did, most likely she was wishing
for both!!!


Alasss, that was then, this is now, and now I have to face
Nancy and Debby. Bummer I hadn’t called them, but again
the lingering question, what to say??? Sometimes saying
nothing is the best course of action ‒ at times silence is
golden; but I still wished I’d said something before seeing
them in class.


The start of the class was delayed a couple of minutes because
I had a matter to discuss with another professor in the hall.
A simple scheduling problem we quickly resolve. The first
thing I noticed when I walked into the classroom was how
quiet they were ‒ not even a bit of whispered undertones
from the students. The second thing I noticed was Nancy
in her usual seat in the front row, butt the new addition
was Debby also sitting in the front row on the other side!!!
Both were wearing short skirts and naturally looking foxy
‒ in my head I heard the strummed notes of Dueling Banjos
and grew concerned that Nancy and Debby might faceoff with
their own version of dueling pussies from across the room!!!
Dueling pussy playing is something the class would surely
notice. My head would be turning from the pussy on the left
to the pussy on the right to the pussy on the left, like watching
a tennis match ‒ “love”…“duce” ‒ they’d notice!!!


But it was the third thing I saw that chilled me to the bone,
in the back of the room sat the department chairman ‒ he liked
my innovative teaching style and at times sat in for part
of my class ‒ but next to him sat Mr. Underdunk, the administrative
hatchet-man ‒ he didn’t like anyone, including himself!!!
My first though was had someone seen us and reported my lustful
oral exam to the administration. If that was what this was
all about, wouldn’t they have just called me into the office
to ax me, surely they wouldn’t do their chop job in front
of my class!!!


UGH, this wasn’t looking good at all, but then again, Nancy
and Debby were looking especially yummy, each showing
just a flashing hint of red and black sexy panties ‒ at least
they had both wore panties to class, but there was no guarantee
they’d keep them on!!! I decided to go proactive by introducing
the chairman and the administrative slice and dice guy.
This would also tip Nancy and Debby off that we were not alone
‒ so to speak ‒ so behave, no pussy playing. Of course with
my introduction, the chairman said a few words of greeting
to the class, and how lucky they were to have me as a professor
expanding their creative minds. Gee, his brief remarks
sounded rather encouraging ‒ no chop, chop indicated.



Now the next thing I needed to remember was what the fuck
was I suppose to be teaching during this session!!! Aha,
I found my notes and started in with my opening remarks to
stimulate creative discussion with the class. My students
were totally with it, they stayed on topic, asked the perfect
questions for me to spring to another discussion point.
Best of all Nancy and Debby played it straight and added
to the positive interactions of the class.


At the end of class, it was rather apparent the chairman
and Mack-the-knife wanted to talk with me. Nancy handed
me a sealed envelop as she was leaving the classroom, she
winked and said, “Here’s my recipe for chocolate-pineapple-upside-down
cake you asked for, professor.” I thanked her and slipped
it into my folder and out the door she went leaving me alone
with the suits.


The chairman walked over and said, “Sensational class,
John, Mr. Underdunk has something to tell you on behalf
of the administration.” Oh great, I’m about to be done in
by an Underdunk ‒ well, eating Nancy on my desk was worth
the ball game. If my teaching career ends here and now, then
I’ll go out in style and with a smile ‒ top of the world, mom,
top of the world.


Mr. Underdunk looked like a zombie with a personality to
match, said dryly, “As you know, each semester the administration
awards a cash bonus for outstanding service by a professor.
I’m pleased to inform you that at the end of next Thursday’s
session the semester is over, and you can stop by the office
and pick up your award check for a thousand dollars. Congratulations.”
Holy shit, is this for real??? Underdunk shook my hand ‒
cold like a limp fish ‒ and the chairman gave me a pat on the
back and a “well deserved” on the way out the door. I stood
there in stunned amazement ‒ I’m getting a bonus!!! Hot
damn!!! A cash bonus for outstanding service by a professor!!!
Well, I know for a fact I gave outstanding service to Nancy’s
sweet pussy, and I’m still a professor with thousand bucks
waiting for me a week from today. The end of the semester
and Nancy won’t be a student any more, I won’t be her teacher
any more ‒ ah, so to speak, and I can fuck her ‒ for real!!!
Hurry Thursday.


I gather my books and folder, locked the door and walked
down the hall heading for the parking lot. Maybe the girls
will be hanging out by the parking lot ‒ so to speak. No such
luck, guess they figured I’d be a while. Then I remembered
the envelop Nancy had handed me at the end of class. I retrieved
her envelop from my folder, tore it open and sat in my car
reading Nancy’s letter. Holy shit!!! I couldn’t believe
the “Dear John” she had written to me. I read it again and
look at the enclosed photo. Good grief, she even enclosed
her recipe for her chocolate-pineapple-upside-down
cake. I read the letter a third time, well at least this explained
Debby moving to the front row!!! I looked at the photo again.
Unbelievable!!!


This was my lucky day: thankfully the girls didn’t get into
their own rendition of dueling pussies in front of the class;
I aced the class and dazzled my visitors ‒ aha, not even a
wet-pussy in his face could dazzle Underdunk ‒ with an energetic
presentation of expanding innovative creativity that
spawned a dynamic class discussion ‒ the kind of lively
dialogue that impresses the shit out of the chairman; I
didn’t get fired; I’m getting a thousand dollar bonus;
and last but surely not least there was Nancy letter. Sometimes
the stars align in your favor and life is grand. Hurry Thursday!!!



Enjoy often...John

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Excellent foreplay...er, I mean, foreshadowing. Cash
and pussy both--can't be beat! I'm looking forward
to seeing what Nancy and Debbie have planned for you, or
is it vice versa? Write on....!

3/6/2009

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simply amazing. i look foward to the next part

3/6/2009

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great follow up, and it leaves us wanting more.

3/7/2009

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Excellent, very arousing, looking forward to more of
your stories

3/8/2009

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Great story. Thanks and this one was even better than part
one if thats possible. Hope there is a part three. Keep them
coming

3/10/2009