I’ve been partying my ass off from
the first night my parents dropped me off at Statesboro College
which is a small liberal arts college of my choosing. As a general education
class, all Freshmen must take a cross-curriculum perspective course in order to
fulfill one of the requirements for a bachelor’s degree. For almost a week,
I’ve gotten up with a hangover and by the time it came to register for classes,
I checked Intro to Civics instead of Civic Responsibility; my moment of
absentmindedness, landed me in a classroom full of misfits and frat house
rejects. A minute or so, after I
realized I was in the wrong class, I made tracks for the door. I was just about out, when I bumped into a Senior who is built like a linebacker,
and whom I had not seen at any of the parties; he apologized for what was
obviously my mistake and as I watched him enter the room, I was awestruck.
Dressed in blue jeans, a white t-shirt
with and a black leather jacket, the dark haired stranger walked to the podium,
apologized to the class for being tardy, and then he introduced himself: Dr. Christopher
Morrison. I returned to my seat. It’s official: I have decided to change my
major to Political Science. I swear I
could fuck Dr. Morrison for the hour and 17 minutes he is supposed to teach, twice
a week for the 16-week semester.
God how I wish I had an hour alone
with him –shit I’d take 20 minutes, as sexy as he is. After he dismisses class, I would be one of
the first to leave, and as the room emptied I return pretending to have forgotten
to ask him a question about the lecture.
As we make our way back to the podium, I drop my pen and bend over –all
the way over to pick it up. The mini-skirt I’m wearing is short, revealing
panties with a sheer back bottom.
I feel his hands rub against the
thin mesh before I stand and walk to the podium. He is close behind me. Chris’ arms are strong and he turns me to
face him then lifts me on top of the stand.
He leans in to kiss me; and his kiss is like his touch -rough, but I
enjoy it. He reaches up my skirt and tears off my panties. Chris spreads my legs before him and inserting
his forefinger into my vagina, starts to finger fuck me.
I unbutton my sweater and unhook my
bra. Chris uses his free hand to touch
my breasts –squeezing and pinching each in turn before he bites down on the
nipple pulling it taut between his teeth.
He removes his finger, replacing it with the thrusting movements of his
tongue. I run my hands through his hair
as his tongue licks and sucks the mounds of flesh. The five o’clock shadow that
has started three hours early arouses me beyond words, and I cum, pouring every
drop into his mouth.
Chris lifts me from the pedestal
and turns me over so that my breasts are pressed up along the wooden incline
surface. As my legs hang off the back,
he separates them, forcing each to hang over the sides. I feel as though I am about to slide off the
podium when I feel Chris' cock –the head is so far under me that it rests near
my pubic bone.
He tilts it upward, pulling it back
toward him –through my outer labia, inner labia eventually plugging the
entrance to my hole before shoving it in.
Chris rubs his hands across my back, over my shoulders and to the
leading edge of the stand and grips it tight.
He withdraws and starts to fuck me –every stroke is full penetration and
he is giving my pussy a work out.
Chris leans against my back and is
hitting it deeper and harder. My clit
rubs the smooth polished wood and I can’t get enough of him –burrowing his yard
stick into my pussy. He picks up the
pace and the podium is rocking against the tiled floor. He cums and continues to fuck me until I
bathe his cock in my juice.
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