Eden turned the faucet knob, and the water from the showerhead came to an abrupt stop. The last splash drizzled down the creamy skin of her neck, gliding between ample breasts, and snaking down long taut legs to the drain where it gurgled away into the pipes below. The last of the sweat and cum lingering on her body went along with it.
She sighed as large hands slid around her tiny waist from behind and pinched her supple flesh, warm fingers digging into her skin seething with burning lust. She put on a smile.
"Professor Edwards, you know your wife could be coming home any minute now," she purred.
The hands gripped her tighter. "Don't worry, she's getting her nails done. It'll be at least another hour before she gets back. Plenty of time to have some more fun..." he whispered into her ear, his breath heavy and his voice gruff. He pulled her closer to him. Coarse hairs on his paunch belly tickled the damp skin of her back as he slowly gyrated his hips against the creamy skin of her ass.
She exhaled in amusement before nimbly slipping out of his hands and stepping onto the plush shower mat. She reached for a nearby towel and began drying herself.
"Wait, where are you going?" he asked in surprise, his hands now gripping air and hips gyrating against water vapor.
Ignoring him, she walked over to the bathroom mirror, the warm undersides of her feet feeling cool against the marble tiles. She wiped the condensation away with her palm to reveal a beautiful, nineteen-year-old woman, wet dirty blonde hair stuck to the tops of full, round breasts. Soft lips curled at their corners and big ocean-blue eyes stared back at her.
The sight of such a gorgeous female sent a surge of heat across her cheeks and halted her breath. It tickled her mind to think that this innocent face and sexy body had charmed so many men since she was fifteen. From tough teachers to policemen pulling her over to give her a ticket, she could always rely on her physical assets to turn things in her favor.
Indeed, assets such as those luscious breasts sitting high on her chest. She stared satisfyingly into the mirror at her breasts, slowly swirling droplets of water around the edges of her pink areola with her finger, teasing her reflection. The woman in the mirror played with her pert nipples so openly, so confidently that it began to make her wet. She bit her lower lip feeling a throbbing heat growing between her thighs. Mmm, that looks nice, she thought, as her other hand dropped the towel and slid down the damp skin of her belly to her moist folds.
Professor Edwards stepped awkwardly out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his naked waist. He sauntered over to his nubile lover with as much grace as an overweight man in his late forties could muster. It wasn't long before the sexy woman in the mirror was joined by a large man with a gray mustache and a scraggly head of hair balding at the crown. The pairing was incongruous, to say the least.
Eden couldn't help but be distracted by the unsightly presence that entered her view ruining her arousal. She had nearly forgotten about him until he disturbed her personal moment of self-pleasure. Before she could react, he resumed his position behind her with his hands around her waist.
"Now there's a sight for sore eyes," he growled, gazing at her through the mirror. He marveled at that luscious body, his beady eyes filled with dark lust. She was far more attractive than Mrs. Edwards; there was no question about that. In fact, she was more attractive than any female student he's ever had in his sixteen years of teaching, and he's seen some pretty fine ones. Blondes, brunettes, small girls, curvy girls -- none of them oozed sex as effortlessly as she did.
But best of all, she was a wild fuck. Coaxing his wife into giving him a blowjob was like pulling teeth. Nevermind anal. He knew better than to even broach the topic with the Mrs. But Eden was eager and willing. God was she willing. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined getting the chance to stick his prick between those soft pouty lips or into that tight little cunt, let alone into that deliciously round ass of hers. If possible, he would stick it in her ass and never take it out.
Unfortunately, when he did stick it in a few minutes ago, he instantly ejaculated. The tight grip of her sphincter wrapping his cock was more than he could bear, more than any man his age could bear. Then, to pull out and see his seed dripping from her gaping hole, the pink insides throbbing and pulsating from his quick pull out -- it was enough for him to shoot another burst of hot white fluid, this time landing on the bed sheets.
He silently thanked the stars for the past half hour of his life. All those years of toiling in the highly politicized world of academia were worth it if only for these moments alone. Were it not for his position, how else would he be able to taste the sweet flesh of such an exquisite young girl?
Eden was tempted to drop her gaze, not wanting to subject her eyes to the unpleasant sight of the man embracing her, but she eyed him curiously. His desperation to fuck her was so clear that it was almost cute. Sex with Mrs. Edwards must have been dull. But who could blame him, Mrs. Edwards was a cow.
She remained still, breathing calmly, allowing him to savor a few more moments before she would slip away again. The charade would continue until she left the house in the same innocent schoolgirl outfit she arrived in. It was all part of the deal. He would get to stick it in her hot, young pussy, and in return, she would get an 'A' in his history class. It seemed like a fair enough deal considering how boring the subject was to her.
And with good grades, her mother, Trish, would stop getting on her case about studying. She was never strict with Eden until she married Chuck, Eden's stepfather, a year ago. Eden blamed him for influencing her mother.
Professor Edwards began to move his lips toward her ear to suckle her earlobe, but she casually slipped away again and headed into the master bedroom next door to find her clothes. Not wanting to appear needy, he took his time in following her. By the time he caught up, she already had her panties on and was in the middle of pulling up her skirt, her perky breasts swaying as she shimmied her hips. He leaned against the doorway watching her curiously.
"Leaving so soon?"
"Yes, I have to be back home in time for dinner," she replied coolly without turning to face him.
The coldness of her response slipped a sliver of doubt into his mind about their earlier fucking. She couldn't have been faking those orgasms. He had thrust with all his might, ravaged her thoroughly, causing her to squeal in ecstasy. That's right. She definitely enjoyed it, but now she was merely playing it cool, not wanting to reveal her passion for him. After all, a woman needs to maintain her feminine mystique. But he wanted more. He wanted a few more minutes of that tight little pussy gripping his fat cock until he came all over her again, and he was sure she wanted it as well.
She approached him.
"Would you hook me up?" she asked, turning around to present the unhooked clasps of her bra to him.
He took them in his hands, but instead of uniting them, he pulled them further apart, removing her bra, and began groping her juicy breasts, expecting her small frame to melt into his strong arms.
