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This is a sequel, and you can read the first story on my profile, but it's not totally necessary to enjoy this one. I want to thank you all for the positive feedback on the first story, it's good to know you might be interested in my non-Diane stories. Let me know if you like this one, please leave a comment and/or send feedback, I love hearing from and talking to readers! Enjoy!
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Standing in front of his class, Ron gave a dejected sigh. He could see that the masses of students before him were barely paying attention to anything he was saying. Ever since his class size was doubled, he'd been struggling to keep everyone's attention while discussing the early twentieth century; all things considered, he could hardly blame his students. As he looked out across the sea of bored faces and glazed-over eyes, he noticed one student in particular adamantly taking notes of what was written on the board about industrialization.
Hidden partially behind a taller student, Ron could see Molly from the waist up. She was wearing a simple red t-shirt with a local pizza place's logo on it. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and her brow was furrowed as she squinted between the board and her laptop, jotting down notes.
Ron looked away and continued his lecture. As he recited the same speech about American development he'd given at this point every semester, his mind drifted to his last encounter with Molly. When she had helped him "de-stress," as she called it. Ron would have called it "the best blowjob of his life," but that was just semantics.
Suddenly, as he rambled about farmland expansion and mentally relived the moment of his student dropping to her knees in front of him, Ron realized he could feel his pants begin to tighten. After a quick glance down, he could see the faintest outline of his cock in his pants, beginning to swell. He felt his face blush, and his voice caught in his throat for just a second. He looked up at his students, who couldn't have been more ambivalent or unaware, but one face stuck out. Leaning forward, Molly was now looking directly at Ron, the slightest hint of a smile on her glossed lips. Could she see it from there?
Ron cleared his throat and turned around to write something on the board. He wasn't sure what he was going to write, but he needed to face away from his class as he felt his pants begin to tent as his cock grew harder thinking about the look Molly gave him. Facing the board, he started to write a few dates and names from his lecture, but his hand froze mid-word when he felt his cockhead straining against his slacks, pressing up against the board.
Throwing a look over his shoulder, his hand still hovering in front of the board, he looked from his tired students to the clock on the wall behind them. It was almost 4:00, and that was good enough for him.
"Let's wrap it up there, we can finish this next time." Ron announced, still looking over his shoulder, refusing to turn around. "You can all take off. Don't forget the reading!" He called out as students immediately began packing up and filing out like a stampede. As dozens of young adults filed past him in droves, Ron swiftly made for his desk chair, doing his best to keep his massive bulge hidden, taking a seat and throwing his coat on his lap. He gave a weak smile to some of the departing students, offering a small wave as the last few filed out. He exhaled as the door shut at last, only to inhale sharply when he looked up to see one student waiting in front of his desk again.
"Molly! Oh, you startled me! I didn't see you there." He gave a very weak laugh. Despite her small stature and kind smile, this young woman made Ron very nervous.
"Sorry, Mr. Fuller." Molly apologized genuinely. "I didn't mean to scare you. I could just see that you looked stressed..." She crossed from in front of the desk to the side, then behind the desk, standing not two feet from her professor.
"C-can I help you with something?" Ron asked, feeling flustered. He wasn't sure where things were at with Molly, and didn't want to assume anything.
"Well, I think I can help you with something." She moved closer, reaching for his lap and removing the coat, setting it on his desk. Molly gasped when she saw what was previously hidden: the huge bulge in Ron's pants. "Mr. Fuller, you seem really tense." She leaned forward, running one finger up the length of his covered member; Ron bit his lip to stifle a groan as his cock twitched in his pants.
"Molly, I, uh—" He tried.
"Uh uh uh," Molly scolded him as she reached for his belt. "Remember what I told you: if you ever feel too stressed again, you let me know." She undid his belt buckle, unfastened his button, and unzipped his pants. In a swift motion, she slid his pants down his legs, bunching them up at his ankles. As she did this, his rock-hard cock sprang up, bouncing around for a moment. "Oh my goodness, Mr. Fuller, you're really worked up!" She giggled playfully. "It looks like you could really use my help." Molly reached out and steadied his still-bouncing cock, grabbing a loose hold around his shaft. He was so large, she couldn't fit one small hand all the way around his girth. Her other hand found his heavy balls, so full and so ready to be drained. She tenderly cupped them, but they were too large to both fit in her soft palm. Ron tensed up when she gave him a light stroke and fondled his balls, and a large drop of precum spilled out from his twitching cockhead.
"Oh, Molly..." he mumbled, loving the attention he was getting from his student.
"Professor, you seem really tense, even more than usual... I don't know if what I did last time will work." Molly pondered while feeling the weight of Ron's full balls roll around between her delicate fingers. "This might call for a little something more, to make sure you really de-stress."
Molly stood back and, in one quick movement, slipped her shirt over her head, dropping it on the desk next to her professor's coat. Ron's head swam as he appreciated his topless student. She had on a white bra, with just a tiny bit of lace around the edges of the cups. Molly then I did the button on her jean shorts and slid them off, kicking them to the side. She did a small twirl, showing off her tight little ass in her lacy white panties. Her thighs were just as flawless as the rest of her legs, looking smooth and soft. Her round tush was perky in her panties, and his cock twitched as he imagined grabbing a handful. Before Ron could even fully drink in the sight before him, he watched as Molly tucked her thumbs into her waistband and delicately slid her panties down her thighs, over her knees, dropping them to the floor at her ankles before stepping out of them. Ron held his breath as Molly sauntered up to him in just a bra and nothing else. He couldn't help but stare at her pink pussy, visibly wet as she approached.
"Professor," she pouted as she spoke. "I think I need to help you get rid of this tension." Without another word, Molly stepped up to Ron and, facing him, straddled his lap, positioning herself just above his upward-pointing cock. "Are you ready?" She asked, innocently.
"W-wait," Ron paused. Molly could sense what he was nervous about.
