More Oral After the Exam Ch. 01

"You like that Professor?" Jessica winked.

"Oh god, fuck...."

"Naughty, naughty. I'll have to tell you about that story sometime, but later. She and I have gotten a lot closer. For now, Professor, just fuck my nasty, slutty, sorority girl tits."

With Jessica kneeling before me, commanding me to ravage her teenage body, every fantasy was being answered at once. All I felt was overload. My senses couldn't take it. I had dreamed too long and hard of this moment – the moment when she and I would be re-united. The sensation was too sweet. I had to give in; the desire to prolong the moment was a losing game. I knew that I wouldn't be able to refrain from shooting off for very long.

Winking wickedly, Jessica bent her head. Hot air cascaded over the mushroom tip of my cock. Her tongue curled in a wet flick. She dribbled saliva over my tip before moaning, "All that fucking spit running down your cock. It's so hot."

Jessica took another lick...

Wrapped her red lips tight around my shaft...

Bobbed her head up and down...

And purred, "That's some divine dick, I'm loving every inch. My lipstick looks so fucking hot on your cock..."

And I was done.

Grabbing Jessica's head in my hands, I felt a rush and roar. Waves of pleasure burbled up and overtook me. My hips jabbed forward, driving my shaft deep into Jessica's throat. My hands clenched. Soft blonde locks passed between my finger tips.

The orgasm was so quick; there was virtually no warning. I just grunted a guttural, "FUUUUCKK!!!" and a fiery rope of jism burst from my dick. My knees buckled and I nearly toppled over. Jets of thick cum erupted, splattering my teen princess in strands of gooey white.

Gasping for air, I whipped my head around. A dull buzzing hummed in my ears. The weight and roar of the orgasm deadened my muscles. I gulped down oxygen, panting, as my hips jerked and twitched. My dick pulsed and throbbed as still more nut erupted from the tip.

"Holy shit," I heard Jessica exclaim, before she giggled. I looked down. The coed cutie was a cum-splattered mess. Remnants of my explosion crisscrossed her face, neck, and tits. A couple of ropes of jizz had even landed in her blonde hair.

"I guess you were excited," she gushed. "I'm glad I took off my shirt. Professor, you got cum everywhere!"

I couldn't help but nod and grin dumbly. The orgasm had sapped my strength. I could barely stand. Instead, I stumbled backward and plopped down into my desk chair.

Jessica licked her lips and scooped a load of cum off her tits. She raised her hand to her mouth and suckled on each of her fingers, one by one. The slut had no shame; she adored slurping up my spunk.

"Missed me?" Jessica asked, in between licks.

I couldn't help but grin. "What do you think?"

She laughed. "Well that was a HUGE load of cum, and my tits got quite a work out...."

"And that is just the beginning. Give me a moment and I'll have you bent over that desk begging to take my class over again. I'm betting that your little pussy is dripping wet."

"True, you know me too well, Professor," Jessica acknowledged, standing up. Her face, though, scrunched into a frown. "But that'll have to wait until later. I have class in, like, a couple minutes."

"But first let me get this," she said.

Looking down, Jessica hefted her left breast to her mouth. The teen cutie gave it a long lick, cleaning up all lingering sperm. My breath stalled as I felt my cock twitch. She really couldn't be leaving, could she? I wondered if there was enough time for a round two quickie.

Jessica laughed and said, "Whoa, somebody is looking randy. Your dick is already hard again. You liked that?"

I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "Duh."

"You like me lapping up all your nasty cum off my tits? Just like this?" Jessica said as she gave her nipple a suck.

I couldn't resist. I wrapped my hand around my cock and began to stroke it lightly.

Jessica kept on talking, "I'm such a dirty girl and you made me even dirtier when you hosed me down with your spunk."

Jolts of pleasure shot along my cock as I jerked to Jessica's filthy language.

"That was a big fucking load," she purred, voice dropping low. "You just sprayed me down everywhere. All I could do to get clean was to swallow it."

I moved my hand harder and faster.

Jessica moved in close. Standing next to me, she bent down so she could speak directly into my ear. I could feel her warm breath as she whispered, "I loved watching you shoot and spray cum all over my face. So dirty. Oh it tasted so good, Professor."

I had cum just a few minutes ago. Now my cock was once again hard. My eyes became slits as I panted with need.

Jessica continued, eyes wide with desire, "But I need something different. I want you inside of me. Can you pound my pussy? I need to feel you between my legs. It has been so long since I have had that hard, thick meat banging my pink, teenage hole. I crave your nut. I want to fucking feel you shoot your load inside my cunt."

There had to be time. Nothing happened on the first day of class anyway. Ever! I could grab My hips bucked as I stroked even harder. A dull buzzing filled my ears. Orgasm was imminent.

Fuck yes! Jessica, throw her over my desk ass up, head down, tear her jeans over her fucking hips, and shove my rod inside of her sweet cunt. Hump and pump - the fuck would be brilliant. I wouldn't need long before I would explode deep within her pussy. Then Jessica, my nasty coed slut, would be forced to go to class with my nut dribbling from her recently-fucked quim.

Jessica placed her hand on my wrist, stopping my movement. She said, "Oh no. Hold that thought, Professor. As much as I might totally want your cock, I can't handle it right now."

What? No... no... NO! This couldn't be true. I had to have Jessica's sweet, teen pussy.

"I have to be a good little student," she joked. "I've got to go learn."

My face fell into a frown.

"Don't be a grumpy-puss, Professor. I'd rather save that cum," the blonde replied.

Jessica put on her bra and halter-top and continued, "I know it's awful mean of me but can you deal with the blue balls?"

"You're a fucking cock tease," I murmured, letting a touch of laughter creep into my words.

"Awwwww... poor baby," she purred, "I know it's throbbing and painful. Later tonight stop by my room and I will totally make it up to you. I promise."

"Yeah, ok," I sighed and gave her a reluctant thumbs-up.

"Cool," Jessica said, blowing me a kiss. "How do I look?"

While a little disheveled, my darling slut didn't look too much worse for wear. If I hadn't known any better I wouldn't have guessed that just a few minutes ago she was taking my jizz to her face.

"Gorgeous," I said.

Except...

"Ummm... Jessica you've got a little something in your hair."

*****

Much of the rest of my day was spent doing typical beginning of the semester grad school stuff. I copied due dates into my planner, I created a grade database for my students; I cracked open my first book (and the second), and started doing the requisite reading.

I was just getting ready to pack up when I heard a knock at my door. I looked up. My dissertation advisor, Professor Jen Endicott, was standing in the doorway.

I hadn't seen Jen since the end of last semester. We'd also kept our distance over the final weeks of that term. Jen had not only been my professor, but also my lover. Or maybe fuck buddy would be a more accurate term? Whatever the case, we'd done the nasty and things had gotten weird...

...Especially after Jen learned that Jessica was in the picture. One day Jen had found Jessica and I in the library stacks (along with a luscious Latina playmate - what was her name again?) rutting against each other enthusiastically. Jen didn't react well to my after school activities, and since then my advisor and I had barely spoken.

Not sure where this conversation was going, I put on a happy face. I smiled and said, "You're all dressed up, Jen. You'd think it was the first day of class or something."

Jen Endicott was dressed in a smart, grey business suit. She looked good. The pinstripes complemented her slim figure.

She smiled tightly back at me. "Mind if I come in?" she asked.

I closed the book I had been reading and gestured at an office chair. Jen approached and sat down. I couldn't help but notice that she closed the door on the way to the chair.

Jen stared at the floor. She looked unusually nervous. Instead of her typical poise and "I don't give a flying fuck" attitude, she was jittery and on edge. Something was eating at her and I could guess what.

In situations like this one, I'd learned that the best policy was to remain quiet. I needed to let Jen talk. She obviously had something on her mind. If I interrupted her and forced the moment I could do a lot more harm than good. Besides, silence can be the best motivator. If one shuts up long enough the other person will feel the need to fill the space with words. Then who knows what goodies would come tumbling out.

And Jen was no different.

"Did you have a good semester break?" she asked.

I guess we could begin with meaningless small talk. "Sure," I replied. "It was ok. I got to go home for a little while and managed eat something other than Ramen for a few days. I saw the family and so forth. You?"

"Yeah, it was good..." Jen's voice trailed off. There was a long and agonizing silence.

Then she looked up, shook her head, and sighed, "Fuck it. I just need to say it. I'm not sure I should be your advisor anymore."

I blinked and shrugged. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"And why is that?"

Jen's eyes grew wide with disbelief. "Seriously? You need an explanation?"

"Yes," I replied. "I think I do."

"Ok," Jen said straightening herself up. "You screwed me, I sucked you off, and those two factors have compromised our teacher student relationship."

"That's it?" I asked.

"Things changed when I took a load of your cum down my throat."

"I understand, but is this only about what has happened between us?"

"Yes. End of story."

"Bullshit." I spat. "If that was the problem we wouldn't have done it multiple times. You would have just called it off and moved on. I'm supposed to believe that this has nothing to do with the fact that you caught me fucking two undergrads in the library stacks?"

Jen quickly retorted, "You can believe whatever the fuck you want and you can fuck whomever you want. I don't care. We crossed a line that's dangerous and wrong. I just don't think we can work together."

"Again bullshit," I yelled. "You saw me banging those students and you got pissed, jealous even. And now I'm fucking screwed."

My voice echoed off the walls and I could feel myself losing control. If I kept this up I might say the wrong thing or even worse, someone might overhear. That wouldn't do. Instead, I breathed in trying to find my inner calm. I think at least to some extent, I succeeded.

And that is when Jen leapt back into the fray, "What the fuck?!" she exploded. "Who are you? I thought I knew you. Do you need so badly to get your dick wet? There are always consequences! How did you know those girls? Were they your students?"

"Jen, I'm not going to tell you...."

Jen held up her hand and interrupted me, "Shut up. I don't even want to know." She then stood up and moved to the door. She continued, "Despite whatever I may have said, I knew that things would change between us. But really? How could you fuck things up this much?"

And with those words, Jen left my office.

*****

I'm not sure how long I sat in there thinking about the yelling match with my advisor. She was right. I had fucked things up. My dick had been leading me around, imploring me to fuck any sweet young thing that moved. If Jen could catch me, so could somebody else. An administrator, a professor, heck another student – it didn't matter. With one slip I could be blackballed from academe. Then everything would be done. Disaster seemed like the inevitable result.

I ran my fingers through my hair and stretched. Despite my activities with Jessica earlier in the afternoon, I was tense. With the way this semester had already started off, there was incredible potential for things to get worse. Did I really want to deal with all the stress of last semester? I somehow needed to settle down and forget the coeds. I had to refocus on what was most important in my life – my schooling.

But then I got a text message from Jessica, "See U at 9. My room. Ready 2 fuck."

I sighed deeply. I couldn't help but grin. How did my life get so complicated?

That's all for chapter one. I have a few more stories ready to go. I will be posting them shortly. Let me know what you think. All suggestions are welcome....