NOTE:
This is a departure from my usual stories, I just wanted to write something short and fun! If you all like it, I may write a few more chapters, but for now it's just a standalone. Let me know if you like it, please leave a comment or send feedback, I love hearing from readers! Enjoy!
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As the sound of mumbling students and rustling bags grew louder, Ron Fuller looked up from the whiteboard he was writing on to check the clock. Class had run a few minutes over yet again, and students were getting antsy.
He turned from the board to face his class. Rows of stadium seating were packed with students, a few who'd arrived late forced to stand to the side to take notes. A month ago, this history class only took up a little over half of the seats, and he had trouble with too many open seats up front. Today, Ron had an overflowing class more that had more than doubled in size. Two weeks ago, the other History 110 professor, Mrs. Grange, was fired; given that it's a few weeks into the semester, rather than drop her students from the class, the school decided to just put her students in Ron's class. This resulted in the surplus of students he was staring at today, all eagerly glancing between him, the clock, and the door.
"Sorry, why don't we call it a day. You can all take off." He waved his hands, signaling for everyone to make for the door. Ever since he got the new students, he'd been working to play catch-up to make sure everyone was on the same page, and it frequently resulted in him going passed the end time.
As students filed out, Ron walked to his desk, taking a seat in his swivel chair. He straightened his tie and fixed his shirt, which had partially untucked itself while he wrote on the board. He stared at the looming stack of papers on his desk, all quizzes he had to grade by the end of the week.
"Mr. Fuller?" One student had stayed behind as the rest of the class cleared out. Ron figured someone needed help with the homework, and was surprised to look up and see a perky young woman leaning against his desk. She was thin, but not underweight, and looked a little short. She had the body and build of a cheerleader, with the blonde hair to match. Her hair fell past her shoulders, and she brushed some of it behind her ear when she spoke again. "Mr. Fuller, I wanted to thank you for the lesson today." She said warmly.
"Oh, of course." Ron replied. He was surprised a student was actually talking to him, and to show gratitude for once rather than argue about a grade.
"I thought the stuff about Edison was especially interesting. You really bring it all to life so well!" She had a blue backpack slung over one shoulder and was holding the textbook with both arms.
"Well thank you, I'm glad someone's getting something out of it." He quipped. After his class size doubled, he'd struggled to keep everyone's attention.
"I know it's probably difficult for you, considering how big of a class it is." As she said this, the student crossed from in front of the desk to the side, now only a few feet to Ron's left. She leaned against the desk, barely sitting on the edge, just resting her rear end on it. Ron admired her round butt in her denim short shorts. He felt his cock twitch, starting to stir in his pants; he tried to casually situate himself, moving his briefcase from his desk to his lap to cover anything up. She shot him a smile, and he felt his cheeks flush. He worried that she may have caught him looking.
"Er, what did you say your name was? Sorry, with the class so large, sometimes I have trouble remembering." He tried to act like nothing had happened.
"Molly," she hopped off the desk and took one step closer to him, extending her hand. He shook her hand and noticed how small it was compared to his. Where his hand was larger and callused, her hand was delicate and soft, maybe even recently moisturized.
"Nice to meet you Molly, thanks again for the feedback." Ron gave her a polite smile from his seat, and she beamed back at him.
"Of course! I just wanted to reassure you that you're helping at least one student out." Molly shrugged. "I bet you're under a lot of stress." She took another step towards him, now maybe a foot from his chair.
"Well, uh, yes, with the increase in class size, I've, um, been a bit more stressed lately..." His voice caught in his throat as the unthinkable happened: Molly knelt to the floor and inched towards his lap.
"Well, I don't want my professor to be too overwhelmed..." She looked up at him with big doe eyes. "How about I help you de-stress, and relieve some pressure?" She parted his knees and ran her hands up his thighs. At this point, his cock was fully alive, concealed, pressing hard against the briefcase in his lap.
"Oh, um, I don't — I mean, we shouldn't—" Ron stammered, feeling his heart stop as Molly picked up the briefcase on his lap and placed it on the desk. She gasped when she saw his pants tented, encouraging her to keep going.
"Oh my goodness, Mr. Fuller, it looks like you've got a LOT of tension built up!" Molly giggled. She reached out and pet his bulge through the fabric of his pants, causing him to clench the armrests of his chair and let out a small moan. All things considered, Molly was right: Ron had a lot of built-up tension, and hadn't been relieved in a while. He was married, sure, but his wife Karen had been neglecting him lately. And he hadn't had time to "relieve" himself, he'd been so overwhelmed with work. So as much as he felt this was wrong, he didn't fight his student as she began to undo his belt buckle. Then, she undid the button, unzipped his zipper, and hooked her hands into his waistband before looking up at him.
"I just want to help my professor." She said, before swiftly yanking down, effortlessly sliding his pants to his ankles, along with his briefs. He felt her blonde hair brush against his bare thighs. There was silence for a moment as his large cock bobbed in the air in front of her, now rock hard. Molly's jaw dropped and she felt her mouth begin to water. In front of her, her professor's huge cock twitched in the temperate air of the classroom, standing straight up with just a slight curve. He had to be close to nine or ten inches, she thought, and thick.
"Oh, wow... Mr. Fuller, you're... Really, really big." Just hearing Molly whisper that sent a shiver down Ron's spine, and brought him close to the edge. He couldn't help but tense up as a mess of precum spilled out of his cockhead. She giggled and reached for his cock, placing one hand softly on his shaft, towards the base, and the other hand on his cockhead. She wiped up the precum and began massaging the tip, using the precum as a lubricant, while her hand at his root simply steadied. Ron groaned as she began to stroke his cock, finding a slow, teasing rhythm.
"Oh, Molly, that feels so good." He moaned.
"Good to hear, professor. I want you to get rid of all that tension." She kept stroking, coaxing another pearl of precum out. "This is the biggest cock I've ever seen." She marveled at it, which pleased Ron. While looking the member up and down, she noticed his large balls, heavy and full, waiting for her. She took her hand off his cockhead, keeping the other hand stroking at his base, and grabbed a handful of his balls. They were so big, she couldn't hold them both in one hand, but she loved the feeling of rolling them across her palm. Ron loved the feeling, too, letting out another moan as she did this.
Without a word, Molly leaned towards Ron's cock and stuck out her wet tongue, licking from his base to his tip. He twitched as she did this, and when she repeated the action twice more, he involuntarily rewarded her with more precum.
"Wow," she gestured to the precum. "You really have a lot of this stuff."
"S-sorry." Ron grunted as she licked up his shaft like a lollipop again.
"Don't apologize," she smiled. "I love the taste." With that, Molly put both hands at the base of his shaft and guided his cock into her mouth. Ron almost lost it as his hard cock throbbed in her warm, wet mouth, feeling her soft lips pressed around the circumference, her tongue working overtime on his sensitive head.
"Oh, Molly, I—" he tried but couldn't even finish a thought, so overwhelmed by how talented this young woman was with her mouth. She began pumping her hands up and down his shaft, barely able to wrap her fingers all the way around his girth. Meanwhile, she sucked on his cockhead, driving him wild with her ministrations. She pulled back, releasing his cock from her mouth with a POP.
