Professor Kurt kissed me and took off my glasses. But I put them back on because I wanted to see what he was doing between my legs.
We were upstairs in his den, and downstairs I could hear his wife in the kitchen, making supper for the three of us, which was weird.
The professor already had my knockers out. Now he wanted more. I let him remove my skirt and lifted my butt so he could pull off my white cotton panties. We both looked down at my naked peach-fuzz slit.
And my entire body turned pussy pink
He laughed like a kid with a new toy as his big hands roamed over my naked tits and twat. As he fondled my goodies, I saw a big lump stick out in his pants. My pussy moistened, and my eager nipples swelled between his kneading fingertips.
The room got very hot... hot as fuck!
"Um, Professor Kurt...if you want to...you can... I won't tell."
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It started after class that day. Kurt was my professor. He brought me to his house allegedly to be tutored. Really. We had one hour of privacy, and I hoped we wouldn't waste it studying.
"You're very pretty Candi. With such, such g-o-o-orgeous tits." His voice was almost a growl. Girls like the growl. My friend Deedee had a crush on him, and she'd kill me if she knew.
"Really, you like my tits?" I whispered like I hadn't heard that a gazillion times before, ever since I grew boobs. Guys like big boobs. Duh.
"And you have such big eyes." He said, staring at my knockers. I dimpled. "And such pretty blonde hair."
"Actually Sir, it's Peach Blonde. I dye it to match my other hair, down there." I winked, and he blushed. "You don't think my chest is too big, do you?"
"Oh never, of course not!"
"You're such a sweetheart!" I kissed his cheek, letting my soft lips slip down and nibble his lips.
"Can I hug you?" Kurt threw my arms around me before he could say no. He squeezed me, and I pressed my tits into his chest.
"Candi...I think..."
"Yes?" I pressed my body closer, so he could feel my warm and supple body. I looked up at him hopefully, pursed my lips, and gave him my best Fuck Me lips. "Yes?"
"Come sit on the day bed with me." I suspected the bed was there for Kurt to seduce college girls. Or vice versa. I sat on the bed, and he moved close.
"Sir, it's rather warm—would you mind if I took my sweater off?"
Of course he wouldn't. Boobs is Boobs, and they drive men crazy. I peeled off my sweater and shook my chest. Double D's were my best quality. Unbuttoning a few blouse buttons, I let my white bra peek out.
"People always treat me as a sex object. All because of these." I looked down at my large chest. "You don't, do you sir?"
"No, of course n-not." He stammered. "I -I'm only interested in helping you with um... algebra.
"Maybe you should help me with biology." I winked and cupped my boobs, holding them up. "These things are more trouble than they're worth." I lied. "It's so embarrassing being the girl with the biggest tits." Another lie.
"All the guys want to stick their things in me... Sir, what should I do?"
"Well. Have given up your um... flower? Are you still pure?" I was as pure as the driven slush on a muddy road. But at this moment I could be virgin-ish.
"No sir, I've resisted the urge to fornicate." My bra was still visible, and I noticed him staring at my cups. I took a deep breath to expand my chest. "But mating is such a powerful urge. My loins ache for something long and hard."
"Yes, um...the mating urge." Kurt stared at me, panting.
"Sir, shouldn't you be tutoring me? In algebra or something."
