Bobbi and the Professor
Erotic Couplings Story

Bobbi and the Professor

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(All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.)

Bobbi Anderson was in college now. The young blond stood before the full length mirror in her bedroom and took in the sight of what her body had become. Naked, her eyes traveled up long slender legs and ended at the junction between her thighs. Her sex was like a flower whose petals opened invitingly and she could see the moistness between its lips that seemed to appear so readily as that familiar feeling took over her mind.

She had developed fully as a woman and the fascination with her own body and the things it could feel, the pleasures it could produce, now occupied a large part of her life. She'd become intensely more aware not only of the almost overwhelming urges she felt, but of the reactions her body could cause in others and the power it gave her over both men and women.

Her eyes traveled up from her already moist pussy, across her flat stomach, and to the breasts that stood out from her body. They were pleasingly large and hung high and firm from her chest. Anyone else would have described them as absolutely perfect and they rivaled many a woman who'd had to enhance themselves to look like the young blond.

They were enticing globes that needed no bra to keep them up and together, and she loved to show them off when she dressed, drawing the eyes of every man she passed and the jealous or lustful stare of many women as well.

Pointing up and out from each breast was a nipple surrounded by a lovely brown areole that contrasted with her pale skin and could be spotted beneath certain things she might choose to wear.

But the nipples themselves? They were a size perfect for licking and sucking and they appeared to be erect even when they were not. They would tent almost anything tight she wore if she went braless. When they became erect, which they did at the slightest hint of friction, they became even longer and more sensitive.

Across the smooth skin of her shoulders cascaded a mane of wavy blond hair, and her hair framed a beautiful face with generous lips, a straight nose and big blue eyes that were quick to smile... or quick to half-close with the glaze of sex behind them.

Bobbi turned her back to the mirror and used a handheld mirror to take in her ass. Her rear was a work of art, plump, firm, round, and inviting. It curved perfectly, molding into her firm back and joining her thighs to leave a gap between her legs in which her pussy nestled.

Yes, she liked to admire her own body. She knew how lucky she was to have it, and worked hard to take care of it, but had no compunctions about using it to her advantage if she could and no shame in admitting that looking at it actually turned her on, as it so obviously did to others.

As she gazed at her hot body in the mirror, her hands roamed over her smooth skin. She caressed he full breasts and then played with her nipples. Then one hand descended down to the soft wetness between her legs where she began caressing the hard nub of her clit, as she had taken to doing more and more often while she matured as a woman.

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Alone at night in bed, Bobbi's hands would run over her body and she would stroke and caress herself, shivering with the pleasure she felt. Her college friends were not as developed as she was except for one girl and as she and Alicia became friends thet started talking about their bodies when they were alone together.

Giggling or in deadly earnest, they would compare their feelings and thoughts, and Alicia became the first person to touch her body in a way that went from curious to sexual.

During one of the many sleepovers they ended up having together they began talking about their breasts. Alicia wanted to know what Bobbi thought of hers and unbuttoned her pajama top, thrusting her chest out and displaying a lovely pair to Alicia's eyes. They were full and ripe and Bobbi could see Alicia's nipples already erect with arousal.

"They're beautiful, Alicia," whispered the blond.

"But I bet yours are even nicer," her friend replied. "May I see them?"

Without waiting for a reply, the brunette reached out and slowly unbuttoned Bobbi's pajama top, revealing what she had wanted to see naked for quite some time. Alicia bit her lip as she gazed at her friend's chest.

"Oh my god, Bobbi, they are absolutely magnificent," Alicia breathed. "May I touch them?"

Bobbi hesitated, then smiled and nodded. Telling Bobbi how beautiful they were, Alicia reached out and took the firm twin globes in her hand, squeezing and caressing, and when her friend began rubbing her thumbs over the erect nubs jutting out from the pale skin of her breasts, Bobbi gasped and her whole body went rigid, a fire already starting to burn between her legs.

Although Bobbi ended up doing the same to Alicia after that night, her friend seemed much more interested in Bobbi's breasts than in being touched herself. They began going to bed together completely naked. Alicia would lie on her side and reach out to begin caressing Bobbi's breasts, tweaking her nipples or gently pinching them and the larger girl would instantly return to that state of arousal that she was becoming more and more familiar with. Bobbi's giggles would turn into gasps and the gorgeous young woman would press her thighs together and writhe on the bed.

Alicia loved the reactions her friend had to her explorations, and she finally told Bobbi, "I want see what your nipples taste like!"

Bobbi was by then already in the throes of pleasure and wanted more. She nodded and Alicia leaned over and began kissing and licking all over her friend's breasts, moving closer and closer to the erect nipples that crowned each globe.

When Bobbi felt her friend's warm, wet tongue reach her nipple she gasped and her back arched up from the bed, her legs spreading involuntarily. Alicia went back and forth between the two erect nubs and Bobbi could feel her pussy leaking onto the rumpled sheet beneath her.

Alicia was incredibly aroused by the feeling of her friend's breasts in her mouth. The sweet scent of her friend's sex began to fill the air and made Alicia only want to pleasure her friend more. Her hand moved down Bobbi's body, caressing the flat stomach and stroking the firm thighs as her lips and tongue continued to make her friend writhe on the bed.

As Bobbi felt her friend's hand stroking the inside of her thighs, moving slowly higher and higher, she could stand it no more. She was in absolute, mindless need now and she reached down and moved Alicia's hand up and onto her pussy.

The smaller girl had stopped denying to herself the sexual attraction she had to her friend, and when her hand reached the place she'd wanted to explore she dipped one finger between the wet lips of Bobbi's sex and stroked from bottom to top, ending up on the hard nub at the top of Bobbi's opening and stroking it.

The feeling in Bobbi's body when her friend touched her clit was like lightning and thunder and fire and liquid all at once and the young girl convulsed on the bed and grabbed her friend, pulling her close. Alicia's mouth moved from Bobbi's breasts and descended on her lips, a passionate kiss that went on and on as her friend rocked her lovely body on the finger she moved between those long legs.

It was a first kiss for both of them but it was like they'd had years of practice, their instincts taking over as their tongues danced together and their lips went from hard to soft to hard again, from tender to hungry and back.

Bobbi couldn't believe the feelings her friend was creating in her young body as she felt Alicia's finger teasing her and then start to push inside her. There was nothing else in the world right now except the hunger between her legs and the feeling of her friend's body against her.

Alicia broke the kiss. "I want to taste you down there, too," she said.

Bobbi felt her friend's mouth move down her body, kissing her skin and getting slowly closer to her sex. Alicia positioned herself between Bobbi's legs and then her mouth fell on Bobbi's soaking wet pussy, lapping and flicking over her friend's protruding clit.

The storms of pleasure that had been shattering Bobbi's world were almost nothing compared to what she now felt. As Alicia's tongue explored up and down her lovely pussy lips and lapped at her clit, she felt her world fall apart and then reform itself in hot electric surges which arched her back and made her legs thrash.

She was moaning and crying out so loudly now, she feared that if she continued she'd wake the whole house. She grabbed a pillow and held it over her face as she continued to writhe with pleasure under her friend's eager tongue.

When she thought about it later (and she thought about it often in the ensuing days), she couldn't understand how she could feel that she was simultaneously falling and soaring, but it wasn't long before everything exploded and her friend had to hold on to her for dear life as she bucked and writhed, keeping her mouth planted on Bobbi's pussy as the young blond experienced the first full orgasm of her life.

It was a feeling that both left her sated and left her wanting more; a feeling that would pursue her throughout her life.

Her friend crawled up beside her in the bed and kissed her lips. "I've seen that in magazines," Alicia said. "And I've wanted to do that with you for a long time."

"God, I loved it, Alicia," Bobbi breathed, still drunk from the high of her orgasm. "Thank you!"

"I want to do it some more, Bobbi," her friend replied. "When can I sleep over again?"

"How about tomorrow night?" Bobbi asked, and they shared a smile and fell asleep in each other's arms.

The two spent much time together after that, kissing and touching, and with Alicia's head between Bobbi's legs.

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Bobbi came out of her reverie, standing before that mirror where our story began.

And yes, as she had matured she had more often thought not of the pleasure that her dear friend Alicia's fingers and tongue offered her, but of something else entirely.

Bobbi lived in a small but prosperous town on the East Coast. Her father made a lot of money and she had to admit that she lived a pampered life, but she was not spoiled. She worked hard at whatever she attempted to do and she was smart and able to solve the problems that life presented her. She did well in school and in sports and she was popular with lots of friends who enjoyed her company. Adults found her precociously able to hold a conversation, reliable at the small jobs she took on while growing up, and respectful of others' opinions and feelings.

The many people she met for the first time who took her for your classic dumb blond because she was so extremely attractive soon learned that she was anything but, and even the girls who tended to be jealous on first sight were soon won over by her cheerful and open personality.

She had to admit she really only had one trouble in her life, and that was at home. Her growing, often all-consuming preoccupation with sex was only natural with the hormones raging through her young body, and that didn't trouble her, although she sometimes wished she could get her mind off of it. Bobbi's trouble was with her parents.

Her dad owned the largest business in town and they lived in the largest house around. She absolutely adored her Daddy and he doted on her. He was tall and handsome with a ready smile and a warm personality and she looked up at him as the perfect model of a man. He showered her with affection, with gifts, and with money, but he was so busy!

He wasn't around a lot but when he was he made sure to be with her, teach her things, talk, and make sure she knew his little girl was the light of his life. On many, many occasions he showered her with material things because he couldn't be with her more.

Of course she loved the material things but they were poor substitutes for his presence, and she treasured the times they could be together. She did her best to look pretty for him, to get good grades, to do her chores and keep her room clean because she knew how much it pleased him.

She knew he both loved it and hated it when he saw her dressed up sexy because he was proud to have helped create such a desirable young woman, and because he would be jealous and protective of other men sniffing around her.

Her step-mother on the other hand was an entirely different story. Bobbi's mom had her late, and she passed away when Bobbi was young. By that time her dad had become successful in his business. A woman much younger than her mom had gotten her hooks into her father and Bobbi strongly suspected it was more about her dad's money than about love.

Her step-mom was hot for a woman her age. Bobbi supposed she could be called a trophy wife, but her dad seemed to love her, while the young blond couldn't stand her.

She acted well when the three were together, but Bobbi couldn't understand that her father was unable to detect the insincerity with which she related to her step-daughter. It was a show, and when her Dad wasn't around the woman went from indifferent to nasty with her step-daughter.

Bobbi thought there was jealousy there but it went deeper than that. Her step-mom felt threatened by how close Bobbi was to her dad, and the daughter that wasn't hers seemed to be something she could just as well do without.

By the time she was in college, Bobbi's dad was at home even less and she avoided her step-mother as much as possible. She was alone a lot except for her friends and left to her own devices. That meant that she found herself before her mirror more often. Her thoughts, prompted not only by her hormones but by her vivid imagination, turned to sex, and she had now fully succumbed to a fascination with one thing.

That one thing was cock. Hard, masculine, commanding, demanding, beautiful cock.

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The young blond had access to money; she had access to pornography and erotic photography and the things she sought out were beautiful women dressed in sexy lingerie, and the men they were with. The thought of submitting to a man and being used for his pleasure haunted her.

Pictures of these women all dressed up in lingerie on their knees with a hard cock in their mouth, pictures of them bent over with a hard cock invading them, of spreading their legs for a cock, of riding a hard cock; pictures of those beautiful big cocks pumping out their seed into willing mouths, onto pretty faces, onto full breasts like her own made her so wet she had to relieve herself.

She imagined what it would feel like to have a cock in her mouth, to taste it and lick it and suck it. The idea of savoring the sensations of its hardness between her lips aroused her intensely.

The idea of what it would feel like to have a hard cock forcing its way between her pussy lips, pumping in and out of her, larger and deeper than fingers could ever be never seemed to leave her.

She saw pictures and videos of women with lustful looks in their eyes as they pleasured an erect cock with their lips and tongue. She saw women using a tongue on a man's ass, of women getting fucked in the pussy and fucked in the ass, of women tied up, of women on all fours or bent over a bed or desk and getting fucked.

She looked at photos of women on their backs with their legs in the air or pushed up against a wall by a big strong man, of kissing and getting licked and stroking a cock, and she saw the look of pure ecstasy on their faces. She experimented on her own body while fantasizing about these things and she wanted them now so badly for real.

She figured out a way to create a private account online and she bought lingerie and fuck-me shoes and toys, keeping them well hidden in her closet, and she dressed up in the privacy of her room, feeling so hot as she looked in the mirror, and experimented with the pleasures she could induce with her toys. She loved doing that and she did it more and more as the summer came near its end.

She wanted cock, she needed it, and it made her hot just to whisper those words to herself.

The problem she had was that the boys her age or a bit older were clumsy, fumbling, and awkward. There were many who would give anything to get in her pants, but she had little desire to play with what was in theirs. She wanted a real man, and this of course turned into a growing reputation as an ice queen or cock-tease, but she didn't care at all.

She needed an older man, a mature man, a real man to satisfy her and even when her good friend Alicia visited her and repeated the ritual of making Bobbi cum with her tongue, it was a pale substitute for what she really wanted. She couldn't help but imagine a tall, handsome older man with his cock in her mouth, or fucking her while her friend's tongue and fingers pleasured her and made her cum.

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The thoughts that constantly swirled in her mind suddenly came into sharp focus when her freshman year began at the local college she attended, and she found herself in a class with a real live Professor of English Literature, gazing at him raptly from her chair and having to force her legs together at the mere sight of his face and body, and the sound of his voice caused her pussy to start leaking.

The classroom faded, the other students disappeared, even the words he used had no meaning. It was just the sound of his voice and the way he moved, with authority and grace, masculine and commanding, that drove everything else from her brain.

Now she lay in bed at night touching herself as she thought of Professor David Richardson. She imagined him taking her and making tender love to her young body. She imagined him manhandling her and bending her over and fucking her hard. She imagined his cock and how it would look, how it would taste in her mouth, or how it would feel as it filled her and moved in and out of her.

At night when everyone else was asleep she put on her sexiest panties, her slutty heels and her stockings and garter and paraded in front of the mirror, wanting his eyes on her as she rotated her hips and wiggled her ass for him, wanting to arouse him so he couldn't resist and would make her belong to him.

She wanted to make him so hot that he would own her. She thought of kneeling in front of him and feeling his hard cock through his pants, taking it out and cooing as she kissed his manhood, licked it and sucked it, making him moan, making him even harder.

She imagined him forcing her to bend over his knees, pulling down her lacy panties and spanking her for being a naughty slut, her ass pushed up high towards him, her legs opening so he could see her moist sex and stroke her ass and run his fingers over her pussy lips before he pushed them inside her. She could feel his hard cock inside his pants as she lay over his lap and submitted to his will.

She thought of what it would feel like when he pushed her to her knees and she eagerly unleashed his cock and took it in her mouth. She thought of him grabbing her and fucking her hard, or lying on the bed together as their hands and mouths explored each other's bodies and he made her so hot she would beg him to fuck her.

She pictured him sitting with her slender body and her full tits riding up and down on his cock as he kissed her and played with her nipples, making her even hotter and wetter and making her cum so hard he had to cover her mouth to stifle her screams of pleasure.

All these things she pictured in her mind as her hand rubbed her pussy and her clit frantically, needing release so badly, finally bringing herself to orgasm so she could finally drift off into sleep, a small smile on her pretty face.

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As the fall wore on and the weather became cooler, she sat in his class every day and paid attention to nothing but his face and his body. He was tall and handsome with thick hair and blue eyes. His smile made her shiver and she started to get wet every time she saw it.

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