Chapter 3
"Sir, my name is Kathy Moore," she said demurely. "I am sorry to disturb you, really I am. Could you give me just a minute or two of your time?"
"Yes, I suppose so," he nodded, his tone not so severe now. "What's your problem?"
"Well," she began in a low tone of voice that was tinged with a bit of affectation. "It's not really my problem. It's a friend of mine, you see..."
"Sit down, sit down, Miss Moore."
She had a bit of exaggeration in her swaying walk, too, he discovered. A bit vampy, but not enough to be a real put on. She crossed her legs as she sat down and the mini-dress went up to her thighs naturally. He was accustomed to that, but she did have very nice thin legs. She breathed heavily, causing her well-formed boobs to expand. Another little conscience teaser. But he couldn't decide about her-if she were one of his students he would know why she came-to brown nose a little, to tease her fine little body in front of his nose in an attempt to soften him up for a grade. It was the oldest game on college campuses, and he smiled to think that it still worked.
"Well, Miss Moore, go on."
"Dr. Simmons, you are so kind to listen to me. And first I want you to know that I am not here to ask for any favor. But I have this friend, see, and he's really got a problem."
She uncrossed and crossed her legs again and he noticed that she had on peach-colored panties. Step two. Then she smiled coyly, seeing his eyes go downward. She rocked back a bit in the chair and looked all around his office.
"You have a very interesting office, Dr. Simmons. I just love all those posters and things you have put up."
"Miss Moore, are you trying to put me on?" he asked calmly.
"Me?' she drawled. "Me? Why, Dr. Simmons, why would I try to put you on?"
"Very well, then, why don't we get to the reason you came here and leave off the chitchat What's your friend's trouble, anyway? His name wouldn't be Phil Evans by any chance?"
She smiled coyly again and twittered her long eyelashes; she nodded very slowly and sighed, almost in a shrug. Her eyes caught his and she forced him to indulge in one of those long exchanges. Finally he turned away and picked up his pen again.
"The case is still pending," he said flatly. "There's nothing more to discuss about it. I am sure Mr. Evans will be treated fairly, under the circumstances. So, this is a waste of your time, Miss Moore."
"You will have to admit, Dr. Simmons," she said in her long, lyrical tone, "that it isn't every day that a student comes to you and asks you to give him an F. All I wanted to do was say to you that Phil is a very nice person. If you knew him the way I do ..."
"Indeed," he drawled.
"To err is human, Dr. Simmons," she teased, raising her leg just a bit to reveal ever so slightly the fringe of an undergarment. 'To forgive..."
"And a scalded cat fears cold water, Miss Moore."
"Cold hands, warm heart, Dr. Simmons."
"Wish not, want not, Miss Moore."
"Fair exchange is no robbery, Dr. Simmons."
"What?"
"Just an expression, sir."
He laughed. Perhaps it was the slowly building pressure so many things to do, and perhaps it was the point of mental fatigue that he had reached-but now he felt suddenly relieved, freshened by this young girl. It was an exhilarating game, one that he had not played in years with teasing co-eds. This one was one of the best, he recognized. He had an idea that she could handle herself well in any situation, whether it be the battle of the sexes or the battle of the grade book. Girls like that were often more brilliant than anyone supposed-they pretended to be dumb so that they could be popular with the well-built guys; they could handle brain or brawn and take care of themselves. It was a trait that his wife Jill did not understand.
"Well, Miss Moore, you may go back and tell Mr. Evans that you tried, that you made your little offer for the compromise. He's very lucky, and he probably doesn't know what he's got going with you."
"Why, thank you, sir. First of all, Phil didn't send me. He'd kill me if he knew I came to see you. And second, I'm not so sure now it was simply a compromise."
She fluttered her eyelashes again and tossed the long black hair out of her eyes. Then she looked at him again and ran the tip of her tongue along the edge of her lip. He just smiled and shook his head.
"You're really something else. Miss Moore."
"You're really something else, too, Dr. Simmons."
He wondered what she would do if he suddenly got up, picked up her trim little body, and placed her on the desk. Probably scream, he speculated, but then perhaps not-this was a different sort of chick. Feeling suddenly exhilarated he felt an impulse to reach out and touch her, to delve into that forbidden land that most male teachers fantasize about and fear to probe. To hell with it, he said to himself; she could take care of herself, It was just a teasing little game that both were getting a big kick out of.
"Fair exchange, did you say?" he said softly, devilishly.
"Hm."
"What if I just threw you down and raped you, Miss Moore? Would that be fair exchange?"
"It depends on what you call rape."
He swallowed hard and felt butterflies swarm around in his stomach. She was just too much; she was in complete control of herself. He could just imagine how she might go back to the other girls and say: "You know, Professor Simmons is a groove... wow ... he's a man, not a boy ..."
He stood up, feeling his cock stiffening measurably, and went over to her chair; she looked up and her raven-black eyes peered deeply into his. He just shook his head and tried to laugh it all off, but she knew she had him then. What the hell, he said again to himself, and bent to touch her silky tresses. Her face was just an inch or two away; he could smell her sweet cinnamon breath, the fragrance of all beautiful young girls.
Their faces came closer; he told himself hurriedly that there still was time to back out. But what was waiting on the other side of the bargain-a stack of dumb papers, a boring article he still had to research, a single-minded wife at home that he could not reach. This young chick here in front of him embodied all that fascinated. Her mouth tilted upward, brushed his lips, and then they were kissing.
Expertly she opened her mouth wide as he put his mouth to hers; her tongue went immediately to his and tickled and clicked; her teeth nibbled at his lip, bit little pains of sensuality, She moved her mouth up and down and around and probed deeper with her delicious little tongue. Finally he let her go and stood heaving heavily.
"Damn," he exclaimed.
"Wow," she cooed.
His cock was aching to get out and about and he had a hard time holding it down; he turned from her but she saw the growing bulge, and it must have satisfied her exceedingly to know that she had stirred up one of the college's unapproachable professors. He backed away and she sat smiling.
"This is crazy," he stammered. "Don't think for a minute, Miss Moore ..."
"Oooh, I'm not thinking, Dr. Simmons. Not thinking..."
"I think I'd better go home. I think you'd better go back to your friend, too."
"Oh, there's no rush. I looked for Phil and couldn't find him anywhere. This is so nice and cozy..."
"Yeah, too cozy. Do you realize what would happen if we ... I mean ..."
"Oh, yes, it gives me chills just to think what would happen."
He looked back at his desk; he thought of Jill all alone at home; he felt sudden pangs of middle-class conscience. It was ridiculous. He had actually been necking in his office with a co-ed. But it was delicious, and try as he might, he couldn't get the tingle out of his head.
She stood up then and swayed over to him; openly now she leaned against his strong frame, pressed her tight firm boobs right against his side, and looked up at him daringly. Before he knew it he was taking her into his arms, pressing his lips down wetly on hers again, running his hands all over her slender body. He couldn't control himself; his hands found her breasts and cupped them, pressed into them hard, causing her to moan a little as she worked her tongue furiously inside his mouth. She was pressing her pelvis hard against him; the short skirt rode up high as he fondled her body, and his hands found her ripe tight little ass and massaged it roughly.
"No, enough!" he snapped, pulling away.
"Oh, why?" she breathed.
"Because it's just ridiculous. Come on Miss Moore, let's get a breath of air. Do us both good."
"Only one thing will do me good now. Hmmm?"
He walked to the door and she followed grudgingly but still in full control of herself. It was amazing how heated he had become, while at the same time she was in complete control of her faculties. He pulled on his coat and gave his pulsating cock a hard push downward. They were out and walking the empty hallway, she a few feet behind, dancing along and humming a little song. She was indeed the most interesting college co-ed he had ever encountered; it seemed that she had no inhibitions to repress; she was just a free and open chick who liked to turn on if the moment was right. This new breed of young people was certainly something to marvel at, he speculated, trying to gain control of himself. Back in the old days the whole little affair would have been a horrid affair, full of fear and carping guilt. But it seemed so open, frank, and undeniable. His head buzzed. He had been on the point of physical and mental strain, he told himself; he was ready to snap. It was the perfect moment.
"What the hell and what the hell again," he mumbled, going down a dimly lit hallway toward the exit. He heard the girl coming along behind him and he wondered where and what she would be doing next. His cock simply would not quit kicking; he had never been so erotically stimulated.
They passed an empty classroom where he taught during the day; the door had a lock on the inside. Somewhere in the building was the old janitor, puttering around, collecting litter and wastepaper. Did he dare? Oh, God, he thought, what in hell are you thinking, man? Never in his life had he seriously thought about such a thing. But there she was only a few feet behind him, like a mythical siren beckoning, willing, inviting.
She glided up behind him and he caught a whiff of her perfume. He eyed the door to the room; deep inside him he heard a huge echoing drumbeat that seemed to be pounding out a warning. Don't Do It! Don't Do It! But there was another powerful pounding inside him that kept imploring, Do It! Do It! Do It!
"Certainly is peaceful and quiet," she cooed.
"Come on," he said sharply.
"Where are we going, dear Dr. Simmons?"
"In here!"
He stood at the door looking backward suspiciously as she came inside; very quietly he pushed the door shut and clicked on the lock. The room was folded in complete darkness and all he could hear was her purring breath. Throwing caution to the wind, he snapped on the light She just stood there smiling in anticipation.
'This is stupid," he said.
"Oh, do you really think so?" she purred.
"If you were teasing me a little while ago, you'd better say so now."
"Oh, dear Dr. Simmons, I would never think of kidding you. Me, kid you? Oh, no..."
He found all of a sudden that he had no taste for this sort of hanky-panky; his cock suddenly went limp, and all he could think of were the many dry lectures that took place daily in that dolorous chamber. She was over at the podium where professors stood to give lectures; she leaned against the wooden object and just looked at him, waiting. It was truly stupid, he was speculating now. He didn't know this girl -though she seemed to really be with it. God, the consequences! he growled at himself. This girl couldn't be more than eighteen or nineteen -and what if she wanted just to cause trouble? He decided just to make the best of it and get out of the predicament as soon as he could.
"What are we going to do now?" she asked.
"It's a classroom, isn't it, Miss Moore? We might as well have a little impromptu session. Sit down ... there, on the front row. That's where most chicks like to sit right where they can tantalize the teacher."
"Oh, wow, I get to have Dr. Simmons for a private lecture," she giggled a bit and proceeded to sit down. Very methodically she crossed her legs and he could see a good portion of the peach-colored panties again. He went to the podium and began.
"Today, ladies and gentlemen, we will have a lecture on the American democracy. The early Founding Fathers were all after the same game that everyone is after today: namely, the old grab bag game of money. So, the early Founding Fathers were actually Funding Fathers. That's it, in a nutshell. And now if there are no questions, class will stand dismissed ..."
"Oh, sir, I have a question," she brightened. "Weren't any of the Funding Fathers ever Fondling Fathers, too? I think that would be nice..."
"As a matter of fact, Miss Moore, yes, they all were fondling fathers."
"Groovy."
"Damn, what am I going to do with you, Kathy?" he asked in a heavy sigh.
"Please, sir, would you demonstrate just how the Fondling Fathers worked?"
"Look, what do you want from me?"
"Oh, do you really have to ask that?" she cooed.
"Well, Jesus, I'm not exactly a Joe Namath type, Kathy."
"No. You're much more. Just look at all that man, hmm ..."
He was close to her again and could smell the sweet fragrance of her. All he could think of now, as a hot wave of rekindled desire struck, was how she had felt back there in his office. He had always prided himself in the fact that he could control his actions, his feelings. But now this little vixen was turning him inside out.
"Don't you want to kiss me again?" she whispered, running a slender arm along his side.
"What do you want, Kathy?"
"What do I want? Can't you tell? I want you to fuck me."
"You want me to what?" he started.
"Oh, do I shock you, Dr. Simmons? Didn't you think I knew that word? It's really not a bad word, to describe something so heavenly. Don't you agree?"
"Hell, I don't know."
"Well, why don't you do it then? Fuck me..."
"You mean right here in this room?"
"It's a nice room, isn't it? What could be better?"
Her long eyelashes teased at him; all the way she had been a coyish kitten, well in control. He had never had a woman treat him in such a candid way, much less a mere slip of a college girl. And strangely it intrigued. More than anything he wanted to see just how far she would go.
She snaked her arm around his neck and urged him down a bit and then she was kissing him expertly. Immediately his up and down rod began hitting on all cylinders again. She pressed her willowy body against him and dug in with her firm pelvis.
"Too many clothes," she murmured. She worked at his belt buckle as she devoured his mouth with hers. He felt her fingers inside his pants, going to meet the oncoming cock. She scratched across the penis lightly with the sharp nails and teased the hard prod up and down. With her other hand now she unbuttoned his shirt and toyed with his hairy chest. Now the hand at the cock was bringing the quaking took out of the pants. It jumped at her slightest insistence, poked out of the fly, and stood stock still at attention.
"My, my, it's so nice," she drawled. She wrapped her palm around it and rubbed back and forth tantalizingly across the purple bulb.
It was driving him crazy but he tried desperately to stay calm. He remained passive, peering down at her smooth thighs outlined in the tight skirt. "So nice," she purred on, rubbing and teasing more.
For support he ran his arms around her and grasped her tight little fanny. She was a thin girl, all right, beautifully built in all the right places but slender as a sycamore sapling. He milked at her drawn little ass until she let out a soft moan of pleasure. Still she kept the cock as her own plaything.
"Have you ever read the book Go Down Moses?" she asked coyly.
"Yes, I think so," he breathed out.
"It's my favorite book." She broke into a little laugh, arched her mouth up again to take his lips; her tongue fought at his and both their mouths moved frantically. As she pulled away, she began to slide down his body slowly, straddling his legs with her partially spread legs. Her skirt rode up all the way to her hips then, revealing the delicious little peach-colored bikini panties.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
But she was humming the old church hymn now and he knew full well where she was headed. He let her go on down until her arms circled his waist and her hands held his buttocks firmly. She unbuttoned his shirt and pants as she went gliding down, until he was standing there with his clothes hanging almost off his body. Her mouth kissed his matted chest and stomach on the way; now she was at his pubic area. He could feel her warm breath down around his erect penis. With the sharp fingernails she scratched at the base of his tool, tickled all around it and jabbed tenderly into his balls. Then her wet lips were on the base of the staff and working inch by inch toward the summit.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "Hmmm," she cooed.
"No, you can't do that. I don't do that... I've never..."
"Shh," she stilled him.
And it was true; in times past the girls he had made love to occasionally wanted to fondle and kiss and even suck his cock, but he would have none of it. He had just always felt that it was an unnecessary preliminary that uptight people indulged in. Now he was finding it more than exciting, just because this most unusual young girl was doing it to him. Whereas in the past he had stopped his wife Jill from doing the same thing, now he was powerless against this younger woman.
"Don't you like it, Dr. Simmons?" she whispered.
"I... I don't know... I guess so ..."
"Hang on, sweetie, before long I might just teach you something."
And with that she sank her mouth over the large head of the throbbing cock. She sucked at it right from the first and brought her tongue up to lick the very tip; she pushed it back into her throat and brought it back again to the tantalizing tip of her tongue. As she sucked and gulped, she pulled hard against his buttocks; he replied by pushing the cock deeper each time. God, he was thinking, it was total madness, yet he couldn't stop her or himself now. Her mouth was like a hot bun saturated with melted butter, and he knew that at any minute he would be shooting off all his seed.
She sensed his growing state of pending release and pulled the cock out; again she scratched at it with her long fingernails and jacked it up and down with rapid motions. After only seconds she brought the cock back into her mouth again to suck and gulp back into her throat. And each time she took it back into her mouth he felt that he would erupt. Miraculously she held off his building orgasm by alternately sucking and jacking.
His buttocks were pumping furiously against her now, driving the shaft into her gulping young mouth. He felt a jolt through his whole body and knew that the moment had come, but again she pulled the cock out of her sucking mouth and jacked it furiously. Two little spurts of come leaped from the opening in his cock, and in a flash she had the blood-gorged tool back into her mouth. She sucked it back deep into her throat and began gulping as the first wave of sperm shot forth. Now she gulped and swallowed, gulped and swallowed, accepting all he had to offer.
"Baby, I'm going to blow it all!" he warned.
Tearing into his buttocks with her hands, she bobbed her head in a frenzy and sucked on. The heavy head of his prick seemed to fill her whole mouth but somehow she kept the tool moving in rapid strokes back into her throat and out into her mouth each time. She ate his cream expertly; each time he drew up to shoot another wad, she let the cock steady just at her tongue, so that the long stream of juice would spit the entire distance down freely into her throat "You're going to eat it all!" he barked.
And very willingly she took all the hot gushes of his sperm. Her mouth filled up finally from all the excess but she continued sucking and swallowing. Never in his life had he unloaded such a dearth of love liquid-there seemed no end to it. The cock remained hard as it spit clod after clod and it was as if he had come into a second realm of sperm supply.
Now quickly with her hands she jerked the quivering, spitting prick out of her throat and mouth. A lump of the sticky stuff struck her throat. Rapidly she was pulling the heavy cock downward as she spread her thighs and arched herself backward on the desk.
"No, eat it all!" he commanded.
"I want to ... but I want it in me now ... oh, God, you've got to put that big bastard in my pussy before it dies ... please, come on, while it lasts, I want it to fuck my cunt off!"
"Okay, baby, you asked for it!"
The peach-colored panties were in the way but she was frantically skinning them down off her flaring white hips. He was moving above her and the panties just dangled off one leg that stuck up high into the air. She lay back proudly like a young pleasure creature from some primeval forest The jet-black pubic hair was more profuse than he had seen on any other girl-it lay in silky tangles and spread out all over her divided middle.
His spitting cock had stopped coming but was still very hard and he was ready to fuck harder than he had ever done before. He arched himself down over her body and flipped the last piece of cloth away from her body. The fine, hard tits surged up at him and began to swell, the nipples growing as taut as peach seeds.
"Do you really want me to make love to you, Kathy?" he breathed hotly and unevenly, knowing the answer.
"No," she cooed. "I said I wanted you to fuck me."
"Well, all right!"
His wang was hard as a rock and she slid her tight little ass toward it as she spread her willowy legs. He grabbed her hips and pulled her little box up further and spread the cunt lips open wide. She began to move her hips in a rubbing action against the engorged head of the staff; he felt her slit getting more and more slippery. They both moved slowly now and looked deeply into each other's eyes.
"You've got a great pussy," he breathed heavily- He began to slip the head of it gently between her soaked lips. He couldn't stand it anymore: he reared back and let fly with the spear and it sank quickly and easily down into the young honeyhole. He drew it halfway out and let it plunge to her core harder.
"Oh, yes, that's the way ... fuck it hard! Right on!"
He caught her ass in his hands and lifted her box up several inches. Her legs stuck out wildly in the air and she was already beginning a hunching rhythm. He massaged along her ass divide and rubbed his fingers along the edges of her young slit; he wet his fingers good from her sweet love juices and could feel his prick stiffen up a bit more down in her.
"Down there, fuck it all the way down there!" she shrieked, humping hard on the going rod now. Her pussy felt almost like her mouth had on the insistent dick. She was gritting her teeth and gasping for air and he could tell she had reached a first peak already, as young girls often do, and was going on to higher reaches.
Her hard firm tits were jostling and leaping up against his hairy chest. Her entire middle banged against him hard and their pelvic bones crushed fiercely together. Her long thin legs locked behind his arching, pumping frame now. He bumped his prick against her womb walls and let it go wild with rapid-fire drives.
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" she bellowed, reaching another peak, finished, and went into another cycle with her flashing loins. "I'm dying!" she shrieked. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ..."
Not finished even yet, the teacher moved his cock slowly toward around building tumult. Her surging flesh detonated an explosion inside her pussy that literally made the beleaguered desk creak. It seemed now that she was in the throes of many resounding orgasms, coming one after the other in quick succession.
"I'm coming again and again!" she bellowed. "I can't stop it! Oh, my living God, it's wild!"
His tight balls rolled against her fanny as he rammed home his full load; the balls hung right upon the apex of her pussy and ass and touched her hot, syrupy flesh-it gave him a tremendous sense of stimulation. Feeling the stinging tits mashing into his heaving chest also drove him up to the point of release, and then her hands came from out of nowhere and grasped his tight balls. The heavy balls seemed to jump from the touch, and she kneaded and massaged them and mashed around all the welling cream inside them. He was ready now to give her his knock out blow.
"Man, I'm coming again!" she cried. "Again and again! I don't believe it! It's the tenth time! God, pour it on now! This is it!"
The fiery girl spurred his flouncing sides with her heels. She dug the heels hard into his sides and then kicked upward with them and locked them around his neck and pulled him harder downward into her mushy cunt. His left hand gripped her whole hunching bottom and lifted it with each of his deep thrusts. The whole classroom seemed to bounce and reel. Her creamy cavity was completely sprung apart and holding everything he had to offer. The desk creaked and threatened to break under the strain.
"Ah, oh, deep, ah, oh, deep!" she pleaded. "Tear it up, you giant! I don't care if it kills me!"
Though lasting seconds, it seemed to go on forever. He felt his cock surge above any normal peak it had ever achieved and then the release -he continued the mad fucking as he poured it on and on. He felt her peaking again at the same instant, bursting her loins upon his rod to the point that several vessels seemed to explode deep in her love-well. His dick was gushing the creamy come now like a gas station hose.
She screamed out and tightened on him all the more, her tone of voice shifting down to a guttural groan. His dick pushed deep into her womb and continued to spew the syrup. He let her stud herself upon the distended cock then and felt her insides settle into an even piston rhythm. He slipped his other hand beneath her sweet little ass and held her steady as she bucked. She was light as a tenuous sheath of silk, and he remarked silently that she couldn't possibly weigh more than a hundred pounds. It was surely the most delicious, most precious piece of ass he had ever had. God, he thought as she went on fucking his coming rod, just to feel such a sleek little body so well put together in such a small package! He felt himself erupting again, making magical syrup that had no place to go except to spew into that gorgeous gully and overflow down her flailing legs into her ass.
Still with his stiff prod sunk deep, he rolled them over until she came on top of him. He reached around and clinched her tight little ass in his hands; measurably he lifted her box halfway off his dick, lifted and dropped her upon his slick prick. She was smiling down at him now, the sweet smile of a young chick. He kept his hands on her tight Parker House roll and helped her churn up and down to complete still another orgasm for her. His sperm moiled all inside her and ran out down into her pussy hair. He kept his hands on her little rump and ran them occasionally along the lines of her fine, thin body. She began to work down almost tenderly now. The hips flared out from the waist like the spreading plumage of a peacock; her marvelous tits mashed deeper into his hairy chest and lifted off.
"It's all dreamy now," she moaned. "I'm coming right now ... but it's all dreamy ... I can't believe this ... a dozen times in a row. I'm afraid I'm about to faint. I'm sorry... but it's so dreamy ... I've got to finish oooooohhhhh ..."
He gripped her sweet ass, all of it, with his palm and then they both went limp. She lay on his body and wept softly, that wonderful weeping of fulfilled desire.