I teach literature at a community college. My guilty pleasure is reading tales of sexual obsession and carnal gratification. Erotic literature is my passion, but teaching mainstream lit pays the bills.
One day in the middle of last term I was passing out a stack of graded test papers. As I called out names, each student came up to receive his or her paper. One of them, Jody, a pretty brunette with a hemline that came to mid-thigh, looked crestfallen as she glanced down at her D+. As she walked back to her desk, I noticed that her skirt was bunched up in her butt crack, raising the hemline even higher.
At the end of class Jody lingered behind as the others filed out, then came forward and said, “I need help, professor. I am really struggling with this class.”
I asked, “Have you been doing the assigned reading?”
“Well, most of it,” she said, blushing. “I do like to party.”
”Well, that’s a problem,” I said. “I think you just have to work harder.”
“But literature is really difficult for me,” she said, then added, “I would really appreciate any, like, private tutoring you could give me.”
“Well, I can’t do the work for you,” I said. “But I’d be happy to do what I can to help you get a focus. I have some free time this afternoon if you want to come to my house around four.”
“Oh, that’d be wonderful,” she gushed. “But can we make it three? My fiancé is taking me out tonight.”
An hour later Jody and I were sitting side by side on the couch in my condo. She sipped a diet soda while I tried hard to get through to her that she simply had to concentrate harder on her studies. Suddenly she put the soda down, slid close to me and nestled her thigh against mine and let her fingertips dance on my knee. I admit I was enjoying this flirtatious touching, but the phone rang and I went in another room to take the call.
When I returned I was taken aback to see Jody standing naked, her blouse, skirt, bra and panties laid neatly on a nearby chair. My gaze moved over her body, fixing on the pelt of frizzled fur in the vee of her thighs. “Adorable outfit you have on,” I said, recovering quickly.
“Glad you like it,” she said, smiling.
”You do naked very well, girl,” I said. “But what about your fiancé?”
“What about him?” Again she smiled. “Here’s your chance, professor. Go for it.”
”Jody,” I said, “you must know that this violates professional ethics.”
”So who’s to know?” she said. “I certainly won’t tell.”
I took a breath. ”You think a quick dip in your pussy will earn you an A?”
“Look, I’m flunking out, right? I’ve I got nothing to lose. And I find fucking a lot more fun than reading some dumb book. Don’t you?”
“Actually, yes, I do,” I said.
“Then what are you waiting for?” she said.
Well, fools rush in, as they say. In a heart-pounding fever, I shed my clothes as my dick morphed into a monster boner. Jody twisted the diamond engagement ring off her finger and slid it in her purse, then stepped up to me and rested her hands on my shoulders.
“Did you know you’re my favorite teacher?” she said seductively. “Let’s have some good dirty fun. Want me to go down on you? I love giving head.”
Without waiting for an answer, she sank to her knees. A gust of breath warmed my cock. With her hands on my waist, she flicked her tongue over my scrotum, making my balls dance where they hung. Then she was licking my pole from base to knob. The next thing I knew, my dick was getting sucked by a warm wet mouth, while that talented tongue slid over the sensitive underside. With each downward plunge of her head I felt her lips kiss the flesh around my cock.
I couldn’t hold out for long. “May I come in your mouth?” I asked, gripping her naked shoulders.
“You may,” she gasped between gulps.
My hands moved to her head and my fingers raked in her soft hair as I thrust my penis to the back of her throat. As my spunk began to squirt, her lips sealed tight around the base of my shaft. I heard her gulping my load down. She held my dick captive in her mouth while she sucked out the final dribbles; then she let it drop from her lips.
She looked up, tossing her hair and batting her eyes, and asked, “Was it good?”
“Was it good?” I repeated after her. “Girl, your lips and tongue are tools of the devil. Come on and get up now.”
I took her hands and lifted her to her feet. We kissed, and I felt her hard nipples as her bare tits pressed against my chest. She nibbled my neck as her hand gripped my cock, which responded to her touch.
“Your schlong is coming alive again,” she said giggling. “Are you ready to bury that chunk of meat in me?”
For answer I took Jody’s hand and led her to the bedroom. She lay down on her back and spread her legs, offering me my first glimpse of her naked crack. I went down on her, my nostrils taking in the pungent scent. Laying my tongue on her clit, I wiggled it ever so lightly. She quivered and sucked in a sharp breath.
“You ready to be fucked, girl?” I asked.
“Do it, professor!” Jody panted. “Make me scream!”
I wedged myself between her legs and rubbed her slit with my knob, then slipped it between her labia and sank it in her. Man, she was tight! Her body and mine felt like one as I lay on her, feeling her tits thrust brazenly up into my chest. With her legs hooked over my butt, I rode her hard. She made guttural sounds of primal pleasure. “Holy fuck,” she grunted, “that feels fucking good! Keep it up, you bastard!”
She slid her legs off my rump and planted her feet on the bed, then arched up, lifting her ass off the mattress. Her pelvis bucked up, meeting my thrusts, allowing me penetration. She cried out in climax at the precise moment I shot my load in her. I plunged my dick as far in her as it would reach and held it that way while my balls emptied. Then I collapsed in her arms, my chest heaving.
“You’re one damn good fuck,” Jody panted.
“So are you, girl,” I said.
When my dick softened I pulled out and a mix of my semen and her juices dribbled from her slit down her inner thighs.
After a few minutes Jody and I went back to the living room and gathered up our clothing. We were nearly dressed when I heard a car pull in my driveway.
I glanced out the window, then gasped, “Oh fuck, my wife is home early! Finish dressing. Hurry!”
By the time the front door creaked open and my wife stepped in, Jody and I were fully clothed and huddled over some papers spread out on the coffee table. “Hi, honey,” my wife chirped as she came in.
“Hello, sweetheart,” I said, smiling back. “We’re just finishing up.” I turned to Jody and said in an authoritative tone, “Read chapter seven by tomorrow. And try to work a little harder, okay?”
“I will,” she said. “And thank you for your help, professor.” When my wife headed for the kitchen, she gave me a little wink.
The irony was that for the rest of the semester Jody seemed to take her schoolwork more seriously, studying hard, but she still was unable to get more than a C+ from my hard-nosed teaching assistant. I overruled that, however, giving her an A for her grade. As far as I was concerned the girl had earned it.
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