Professor Johnson's First Frat Party: Part 2
First time, college, blowjob, fucking, office, professor, pussy eating, lesbian, facial, swallow, dirty talk, deep throat
All characters are over 18.
I woke up disoriented, wondering where I was. I was naked, my head hurt, and my hair was a tangled nest. When I looked over and saw Ron lying next to me, snoring, it all came back - wild sex with the lights on, dirty talk, dancing braless in public. Rather than being horrified at my behavior, though, I was overcome with a deep sense of satisfaction. I had broken free from my dreadfully dreary existence and entered a whole new world of pleasure and excitement. Fully sober, I was thrilled to be a part of it, perhaps even more so than in my inebriated state the previous night.
My first order of business was finding a glass of water and a bathroom. Quietly, I slipped out of bed, put on one of Ron's big t-shirts and opened the door onto the now-vacant dance floor. It looked like a bomb had gone off. There were empty red cups everywhere, puddles of beer and Jungle Juice, half-eaten slices of pizza, single shoes, pieces of clothing and miscellaneous debris. It smelled.
I tip-toed back into Ron's room to get my shoes, then ventured to the bathroom. It was even worse than the dance floor - I won't even describe it to you. But on some level, the disgust and debauchery thrilled me. I had spent my entire 21 years sheltered and controlled. Now I was free. Naughty Alice looked back at me from the bathroom mirror - wild hair and pounding headache but happier than ever. I peed, splashed water on my face and tied my hair back with a rubber band. I found a tube of toothpaste and brushed my teeth with my index finger. It wasn't much, but I was feeling better already.
Ron was still sleeping when I stepped back into his room. I noticed the sheet tented up over his midsection and couldn't suppress a giggle. Gingerly, so as not to wake him, I pulled the sheet back to reveal his morning erection rising from his loins. Just like last night, it was beautiful - long, thick, and pulsing with energy. I felt my heartbeat quicken just looking at it.
Feeling bold, I crawled onto the bed to get a better look. It bobbed with every beat of his heart. I thought back to last night and how wonderful it felt in my mouth, in my vagina, spurting semen. Despite my headache I could feel myself getting wet.
I looked up at Ron. He was still asleep, snoring peacefully. I leaned closer, taking in his manly scent. I pursed my lips and gave his shaft a soft kiss. I glanced back up at him -- still asleep. I kissed it again, then slid my tongue down to the base and up to the tip. The taste of his penis was intoxicating, just like last night. I didn't care about waking him anymore; I was Naughty Alice, the cocksucker. I wanted him in my mouth and I was going to have it, simple as that.
I twirled my tongue around the head, getting it wet, then parted my lips and sucked it into my mouth.
Oh, I love this!
I bobbed my head up and down and wrapped one hand around the base while the other cradled his balls. In just a few moments I went from delicate kisses to a full-on blowjob.
Ron groaned sleepily and put his hand on my head. He was definitely awake now. He began thrusting his hips off the bed and twisting his fingers in my hair. My spit drooled down his shaft as he held my held, his thick meat pumping up into my mouth. His rough treatment only encouraged me. I sucked harder and fisted his shaft, rubbing his balls and squealing eagerly, letting him know I wanted his load again.
"Oh, FUCK!" Ron shouted, "suck me Alice, ooooh, SUCK ME!" he cried and came in thick spurts, filling my mouth with frothy sperm. Ron's twitching cockhead shot again and again as I gulped down his delicious cream. I was in bliss, finding I enjoyed drinking Ron's semen sober as much, if not more, than I did drunk. Last night was no alcohol-infused mistake, I reassured myself. I tilted my face up and swallowed Ron's load for the third time in the past few hours.
"Wow," he gasped, throwing his head back onto a pillow. "Great way to start the day!"
"Mmmmmm," I purred, licking a dollop of sperm off my finger. "I agree."
We looked at each other, sharing a moment of mutual introspection. "So," I finally said, "are we going to do this again or am I just one of your one-night conquests?"
Ron laughed. "What kind of man do you think I am, Professor?" he asked melodramatically. "And by the way, it's one night
plus
the next morning, based on that amazing wake-up blowjob."
"Good point," I agreed.
"Anyway, I'm the kind of man that knows a good thing when he finds one, OK? I have a soccer tournament this weekend but how about we do dinner next week?"
"Dinner? Really?" I said, happy that Ron thought of me as a 'good thing.'
"Really," he confirmed. "That is, if you'd like to go out with me."
"I'd love to," I smiled as I pulled up my jeans and buttoned my shirt. I was glad I had dressed conservatively the night before so I wouldn't have to endure the 'walk of shame' back to my dorm room.
"See you around, Ron Williams," I said saucily as I stepped from the room. "You know where to find me."
*****
Next time I saw Ron was in my Twentieth-Century American Literature discussion group on Monday afternoon. He took his seat at the large, wooden conference table along with my twelve other students.
"Good morning, Professor Johnson!" he smiled, speaking loudly so everyone could hear. "How was your weekend?"
"Very nice, Ron," I said, blushing. "But I'm not a professor, remember? Everyone calls me Alice in here."
Today's topic was Toni Morrison's
Jazz
. I asked the students to pair off and analyze how structure influences meaning in the novel.
"Let's take about 10 minutes to identify one or two salient examples, then we'll regroup and share our thoughts," I instructed. "I have poster paper and markers if you want to construct diagrams or visual aids. Let's try to have fun with this, shall we? Be creative!"
I glanced over at Ron as I spoke, trying hard not to pay him any extra attention. I noticed he had already paired up with Sofia Cruz who was sitting next to him.
Sofia was one of my most thoughtful and intelligent students. She always brought an interesting perspective to our discussions and made insightful connections between different texts and authors. She was also beautiful - smooth, light-brown skin; full, red lips; deep, sensuous eyes; and long, dark hair.
Sofia's body was similar to mine, slim and fit with firm, perky breasts. Unlike me, however, Sofia wore clothes that accentuated her lovely figure. I noticed the men in class regularly stealing glances at her, including Ron.
I was concerned that Sofia and Ron wouldn't work well together, particularly since he had a history of antagonizing the other students, but to my relief they seemed to be engrossed in their conversation, talking animatedly and writing on their poster.
When it came time to share out, Sofia and Ron held forth eloquently. They displayed their poster with a quote on jazz from Miles Davis:
"
It's not the note you play that's the wrong note - it's the note you play afterwards that makes it right or wrong.
"
They identified passages and recurring themes from the novel that exemplified that concept, such as the spiraling progression of Violet's anxieties, and the sequences of events Morrison develops all the way back to plantation times. Ron and Sofia solicited comments and built on their classmates' ideas, weaving everyone's thoughts together in a way that felt like a jazz performance in and of itself. The discussion was so riveting that Ron and Sofia even earned an ovation from the other students, certainly the finest moment of the entire semester.
When the class ended Ron and Sofia remained as the others filed out. "That was wonderful!" I applauded, beaming at the two of them. "I wish Professor Wilson could have seen it!"
"Well, we just improvised, I guess," Ron laughed.
"That's jazz, right?" Sofia grinned as she stood to go. "I have to get to my yoga class now but I'll see you next week, OK? Bye!"
When Sofia left, Ron and I were alone in the classroom. "That was amazing, Ron. Too bad you were such a jerk in class until today," I said with mock regret. "I guess I should have fucked you sooner."
"Whoa there!" Ron laughed. "Let's just say I have a new appreciation for my teacher, OK?"
"Oh, is that right?" I teased, "and what exactly is it that you appreciate?"
"Well," he continued, not missing a beat, "for one, she's really smart and leads an excellent discussion on literature."
"Thank you Ron," I answered suggestively. "Anything else?"
"Hmmmm, let's see," he said, scratching his chin, pretending to think. "Oh, yeah. I almost forgot -- she's an unbelievable cocksucker, the hottest fuck on campus and, I'm pretty sure, she's wearing some super sexy things under that baggy dress. Am I right?"
"You want to find out?" I responded, instantly energized by his calling me a 'cocksucker' again. It also made me oddly proud to hear Ron say I was 'the hottest fuck on campus.'
"I do," he said, his eyes trailing up and down the shapeless Lululemon t-shirt dress I wore. It was oversized with buttons down the front and a wide sash. "Definitely."
I stepped over to the door and locked it, then walked across the room to stand in front of him. I undid the sash and dropped it on the table. Ron smiled, looking up at me quietly from his chair.
With my eyes locked on his I reached up to undo the first button, then the second, working my way down until the entire dress was open in the front but still covering me.
"You want to see?" I asked.
He nodded.
I opened the dress to display a sexy, red, lacy bra and panty set. It was sheer and tiny, the bra barely covering my nipples and the bottoms just a thong. I dropped the dress to the floor and spun slowly, giving Ron a clear view of my back and naked butt cheeks.
"Nice," Ron said. "I knew it. C'mere," he ordered, sticking his hands out to me. I dropped onto his lap, facing him, my legs straddling his thighs. He pulled my head to him and when I felt his lips on mine I parted them and we kissed ravenously. His tongue felt so good in my mouth again. We devoured one other as I ground my bottom into his lap and he squeezed my ass.
