Shelly Haskell was a 19-year-old college coed and a very bad girl. She'd cheated on tests at school for years & years, got her friends in trouble whenever possible and, with the boys, she had been quite the little vixen cock tease.
One day, Shelly was taking her Spring chemistry final when, low and behold, she was finally caught in the act of cheating. Mr. Hermann, her professor, caught her with answers to the test written all down her firm inner thigh.
Shelly always liked to show off her legs. She was such a pretty girl. Shelly was 5'2" tall, weighed around 120 pounds, and had blonde hair with blue eyes, a very small, tight little heart-shaped ass and very firm D-cup titties.
Glenn Hermann was a typical-looking, 50-year-old college professor. He was slightly above average in height with a medium build, and what little grey hair he had left on top of his head was rapidly balding.
When Mr. Hermann noticed something was awry in class during the chemistry final, he immediately spoke up to Shelly.
"And just what are you doing Miss Haskell?" Mr. Hermann said sternly.
"Ohhhh...Mr. Hermann...ummm...I was just fixing my dress...it tends to ride up on me," Shelly replied, obviously lying.
Shelly batted her blue eyes at Mr. Hermann, hoping that she would get her way. She always tended to get her way with men, both young & old.
"I don't think that's all you're up to young lady," Mr. Hermann said as he gazed at the chemical equations written up and down Shelly's smooth, young thigh, "Put your test on my desk and report to my office immediately!"
Mr. Hermann was infuriated.
"But...but, I was just..." Shelly tried to interject.
"But nothing!" Mr. Hermann immediately shot back, causing every head in the room to turn towards the two of them.
Mr. Hermann took hold of Shelly's arm and led her up from her desk to the front of the classroom.
"Take over," Mr. Hermann said to Brian Sherwood, the Teaching Assistant for Chemistry 203, who was sitting at the front of the room.
Brian smiled widely at Shelly. She had gotten him to do all of her homework for the semester in exchange for some promised "special favors" of hers at a later date.
However, that later date never came to pass and Shelly had never delivered on her promises to take care of Brian's needs, nor did she ever intend to. She merely had led him on, and he had been her fool.
Brian was no ladies man by any measure the term. He was a stereotypical nerd, slight in build, below average in height with brown hair and eyeglasses over his brown eyes.
"Looks like you'll finally get what's coming to you Shelly," Brian said with an evil grin on his face as she and Mr. Hermann whisked by him.
"I'll be back momentarily class," Mr. Hermann said as he led Shelly out the classroom.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Shelly whined, tears starting to run down her face as Mr. Hermann gripped her arm more forcefully in the hallway.
"If there's one thing that gets my goat young lady, it's cheating," Mr. Hermann said as the two of them entered his office, which was just down at the end of the hallway from the classroom.
Mr. Hermann threw Shelly down in a chair and closed the door behind the two of them.
Shelly sat looking at the floor, her mind slowly beginning to realize that she had been caught, but good!
Mr. Hermann stood in front of her, towering over the tiny girl.
Her thick, blonde mane of hair framed her sad face. Her ample chest heaved and fell in her short, flowery dress as she began to cry in earnest. Shelly brought her small hands up to cover her tearing, blue eyes.
"That's not going to help you at all Miss Haskell. I caught you dead to rights. I'll see that you fail my class and have to repeat it."
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry," Shelly sobbed. "I didn't mean to do it!"
"You didn't mean to?!" Mr. Hermann cried out, "And just who wrote this then?!" Mr. Hermann said as he quickly lifted up the hem of Shelly's short dress, exposing the writing on her thighs and much more than that.
Shelly rarely wore any underwear, and this day was no exception.
"Mr. Hermann!" Shelly said as she jumped up, pulling her skirt back down. "What are doing?!"
"Exposing you for the cheat that you are Miss Haskell, and for the slut that you are as well! Not wearing any panties...it's scandalous!"
Mr. Hermann's face was flushed, and Shelly took note of that immediately. Her tiny, naughty mind started to come up with a plan to get out of her cheating.
"Did you like what you saw Glenn?" Shelly said, using her professor's first name and flashing him a broad smile while moving in closer to him.
"You will address me as Mr. Hermann, Miss Haskell, and no, I do not like this aggravated situation that you have caused at all."
"Do you mean this aggravated situation Mr. Hermann?" Shelly purred as she moved her small hands up and down the front of Mr. Hermann's crotch.
Mr. Hermann had lied. He was indeed very excited by what he saw underneath Shelly Haskell's short dress.
"Ummm...stop that...right now...I'll have you disciplined for this..." Mr. Hermann attempted to interject.
"Oooohhhh, Mr. Hermann, I love to be disciplined. I can be such a bad, bad girl sometimes," Shelly said as she gave Mr. Hermann's privates a harder squeeze.
"Oh, what are you doing to me?" Mr. Hermann inquired in a higher, shrill voice.
"Wouldn't you like to rub all those naughty, little notes off my thighs Mr. Hermann? Using your hands on my tight, young body...making me quiver with fear. Even spanking me, because I've been such a bad little girl?"
Shelly was indeed a bad girl. She was more than willing to trade a moment of passion with a balding, older man in exchange for that same man forgetting that she had attempted to cheat on her chemistry final.
"You can do whatever you want to me. I'm yours Mr. Hermann," Shelly said to him as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of him.
Mr. Hermann was stunned. He looked at her up and down. Her smile was drawing him in. He was doomed by the young coed's charms.
Shelly looked up at her professor with her blue eyes while she started to rub the tops of his thighs up and down slowly with both her tiny hands.
"What would you like for me to do to you first Glenn?" Shelly said while pouting her lips.
Mr. Hermann pondered quickly. What was she doing? What if they were caught? What if, God forbid, his wife found out?? He would be deader than a doornail, left without a job or a family.
But still, he was a man; a man that had fantasized about having his way with many of the young coeds in his classes, especially Shelly Haskell.
She was such a pretty girl who almost always wore the cutest little outfits in class, and now, she was potentially his for the taking. Her tiny mouth, her swelling breasts, her tight rump, and what lay between her legs...all for him now. He couldn't resist.
"Touch me," he said, pulling her head to his crotch and rubbing her pretty face all over the front of his trousers, "Here."
Shelly moaned and eagerly moved her pretty face all over the growing, telltale bulge in Mr. Hermann's pants.
"I think something in there wants to come out and play," Shelly said with a giggle.
She reached up for his zipper, but he was already there, tugging it down quickly and unbuttoning his brown pants. Shelly giggled again at his rush to release his "surprise" for her.
His pants dropped to the floor, and he stood before her in a old pair of grey boxers, his male member hard and pressing out against the front of his underwear. Shelly moved her head in and proceeded to lay a series of wet kisses up and down the sizeable length of his engorged prick through his boxers.
"Oh my Mr. Hermann, such a prominent bulge for such a distinguished professor," Shelly joked.
As she could tell by the growing look of lust in Mr. Hermann's eyes, Shelly was driving Mr. Hermann crazy.
"Would you like to see what I have for bad young girls that cheat in my class Shelly?" he inquired as he gripped the waistband of his underwear.
"Yes, yes...please Glenn..." Shelly groaned, licking her lips back and forth with her wet little tongue.
Mr. Hermann quickly whipped his boxers off, exposing his very large, hard penis to her. Glenn Hermann was hiding a 9.5" long, over 2" wide cock in his boxers for young Shelly Haskell!
Shelly gasped and covered her mouth briefly with one of her hands as she gazed wildly at Mr. Hermann's enormous prick. His full, hairy nuts hung low beneath the base of his big cock, and the veins of his dick pulsed with the rapid beat of his heart. Shelly gripped his rapidly stiffening dick by the base and squeezed it hard with her right hand, causing Mr. Hermann to groan loudly. She then stuck out her tongue and slowly tasted the length of his thick shaft, starting at the bottom and moving up to the rim of his circumcised cock. Then she slowly descended back down it again with her warm mouth and tongue. She lathered his dick slowly, getting it all wet with her saliva, as Mr. Hermann watched, wild-eyed.
"Mmmmm...your big cock tastes so good Glenn," Shelly moaned.
"Your tongue feels heavenly Shelly," Mr. Hermann responded quickly.
Shelly swirled her tongue around and around the head of his wide cockhead, teasing him even more. Then, suddenly, she stopped, looking up at him.