Destined to Repeat It

I had always enjoyed older men. All of the guys that I had ever been interested in were older, by at least five years. So it came as no surprise when I met my history professor that I found him attractive.

He was pushing forty, but he had aged well. He had blond hair and grey eyes. I thought that they complemented my sandy brown hair and green eyes well. He wasn't the usual stuffed shirt that taught history, he was a riot.

In the begining of the semester I would just sit at my table and watch him intently as he went through the lecture. As the classes continued, I moved closer to the front. Under the pretense of following the notes on the board better, really just to be closer to him as he paced back and forth in front of the class.

I tried all of the usual things to get his attention. I wore low-cut shirts to accentuate my 36c chest and short skirts with bright thongs, so if he looked just right he could see them, once I even went commando for the class. Nothing. I was starting to think that it was a lost cause, but I was willing to try once more before I accepted defeat.

I went to the latest office hour that he had available for conferences. I wore my most alluring, yet innocent outfit that I could find. I was wearing a white fitted blouse, a grey skirt that fell two inches from my knees and my black leather knee high boots. I was wearing virginal white cotton panties and a white lace bra to finish the look. I knew that he was married, with kids, but I didn't care. I wasn't asking for anything that he wasn't willing to give. Hell a quick fuck in his office would be good enough. I walked into his office and told him that I was having a problem with the essay that I was writing for the class.

He wanted to know what he could do to help. I told him that I was writing about the sexual revolution of the 1960s, but I was having a problem grasping the concept. He wanted to know what the problem was. I told him that I was having a problem understanding the drive for the women, I was a virgin. I could see the shock in his look, before he looked away. I pointed out that I knew about opression. I told him that I could understand how no one liked being classified just because of their breasts, as I ran my hands caressingly over my breasts, lingering on the nipples for a moment. He couldn't take his eyes off of my hands.

He cleared his throat as he tore his gaze away from my hands at my breasts. He asked what I thought he could help me with. I told him that all I wanted was an experience to base the passion of the protests on. I presented him with the option of a completely educational experiment. He looked incredibly uncomfortable, yet intrigued at the same time. He told me that this was innappropriate, that there were rules against things between teachers and students. Not to mention that he was married, he didn't say happily.

I moved my hands to my thighs, and carressed them up and down, pulling my skirt even higher with each pass. He couldn't take his eyes off of me.

I told him that it would be comepletely private, that I wasn't going to tell anyone about it, and he wouldn't tell anything, so there wouldn't be a problem. He still faught it. So I went for the final blow. I got up from my chair, turned and closed and locked the door to his office, turned and went to sit on his lap. I straddled his legs as I lowered myself to his lap. No matter what he was telling me, he was incredibly interested, and I could feel the proof between my thighs, pressing against my panties, which were noticeably wet. He went to push me away, but before he could, I ground my cunt against the bulge in his pants. I actually think he stopped breathing for a minute. His eyes were closed and he was gasping for air.

I leant forward and whispered into his ear. I told him how I had been trying for the whole semester to get his attention. I had worn sexy clothes, and I had even gone commando, I had wanted him to see as much as he wanted, but he hadn't noticed. I was nibbling on his ear as he groaned and told me that he hadn't noticed anything until the day I had worn the red tank top that would gape open in the front whenever I leant over. I couldn't help but giggle, as I ground myself against him again. It felt so damn good, he couldn't possibly expect me to stop now.

His hands went from pushing me away, to pulling me closer. He had slid his hands down the back of my skirt, carressing the skin at the base of my spine. Every time that his fingers would complete a circle on my back, I would bounce a little on his lap, pushing a little more with each bounce, grinding a little harder against what he was embarassed to know that I felt. I pulled my mouth from the side of his neck where it had travelled, to whisper in his ear again. I told him how wet I was. How, that if he wanted to, he could slide right in, without any resistance at all,except for the little pop at the end, nice and tight and wet. I accentuated the word wet, by taking his earlobe into my mouth and sucking on it, not hard, but enough to make him think about what I had said.

I was rocking slightly on his lap, grinding and rocking. The only sound in the room for some time was our heavy breathing. The smell of excitement was in the air, and it wasn't all mine. I took one of my hands from around his neck, slid it down his chest to the buttons of his jeans. I popped the button, which gave me enough room to slide my hand against his abdomen to the curls at the base of his throbbing cock. His body jerked, but he had stopped all mention of the wrongness of the actions. I pushed my hand back against the zipper, it slid open, giving me better access to my goal. As my fingers inched closer to his cock, he went from telling me that it was wrong to be doing this, to telling me that I had to move faster, that he wanted me to wrap my fingers around him. I willingly obliged. He was so hard, and it felt so nice to have my hand wrapped around him. I pumped my hand from the base to the tip of his cock once. He groaned and told me to do it again.....and again. As I pumped my hand up and down, he gripped my thighs, under my skirt, hard, and pulled me closer to him. I was sure that he was going to leave grip marks, but it felt too nice to be held like that, so close. I was pumping my hips in time with my hand, back and forth, back and forth..... He groaned, as if he was in pain. He let go of my thighs, and stopped my hand from pumping anymore. I must have looked confused. He told me that he was a hair's width away from cumming, and he figured that by going to all the trouble that I had, I was at least entitled to a piece of the action.

He picked me up, and stood at the same time, he turned around, and sat me on the edge of his desk. His mouth engaged mine, our tongues meeting and thrusting with fervor. His hands went under my skirt, and pulled my panties past my knees, and then forgot about them. He reached up and quickly pulled all of the buttons apart on my shirt. I was too involved with the ministrations of his tongue to help. Before long, my shirt was on his desk, and my bra had been undone. I was sitting on the edge of his desk, in my boots, topless, with my skirt hiked up around my hips.

His mouth left mine and travelled down my neck to my breasts. I pushed them closer to his mouth, I was aching for him to take a nipple into his mouth. When he finally did, I couldn't help but squirm. He gave a light bight to the nipple in his mouth to keep me in line, and I gasped. He moved to the other one and did the same. His hands took the place of his mouth when it left to pay more attention to the other one. I threaded my fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth closer to my chest as I arched towards him. I hooked my legs around his hips and locked my ankles behind his back, pulling myself into a sitting positon just atop his cock. I could feel the head of it throbbing just out of range, resting against my clit. I was so wet that I could feel it begining to trickle down my thighs, and into the crevice between my ass cheeks.

His mouth moved to my neck were he bit me. Not too hard, but hard enough to bruise. One of his hands went down to cup my mound. As I rocked against his hand, he slipped a finger inside of me. I gasped, and clenched my muscles around his finger. As he slid a second finger in, his thumb moved to play with my clit. It had come out of its hood, and it was ultra sensitve. I almost stopped breathing for a minute when he touched it at the same time he slid the second finger into me. He whispered in my ear that I was so tight. That he was looking forward to fucking this dirty virgin that had propositioned him. I shivered as he continued to tell me how he was going to fuck me. I've always liked a little dirty talk, it gets me even hotter. He left my clit to pump his fingers in and out of me. I was thrusting against his hand, trying to push him in deeper. I met his upward thrust with a downward one of my own. I could feel the tips of his fingers meet the barrier inside, but they didn't pass it. I needed what he was keeping from me to take care of that.

He sensed my need, and his own. He took his fingers from the home they had found, and I whimpered at their loss. He moved to brace my ass against the edge of his desk for better leveredge. He told me to loosen my legs a little that he neede more room to give us both what we wanted. I relaxed a little and he moved to position himself at my opening. He had all intent and purpose to be slow and gentle, but by now I wanted him so bad, that my teeth ached. It was a little bit of tight fit as the head of his cock pushed past my enterance, but I recieved him easily. He was moving slowly, anticipating any discomfort that I might have, but I didn't care, it was all feeling so great. I wanted to feel him completely inside of me so I thrust to meet him. He tried to still my hips with his hands but I was too quick for him. With my thrust he broke past the barrier. There was no pain, just a feeling of being completely and utterly full. I couldn't seem to get a full breath, but I didn't care. For a minute he didn't move at all.

Seconds later he relented to his urges and began to thrust. He pulled completely out, and then entered back in. I felt each movement, inch by inch. It began to feel as if all of my muscles were begining to tense up, and I locked my legs harder around his hips. It hadn't taken long, I had always been a quick learner, I was going to cum. I groaned and told him that I was cumming, moments before my pc muscles clamped down hard on him inside of me so he couldn't move. I think that I went blind for a moment.

I couldn't hear or see anything for a moment. All I could do was feel the incredible sensations that were coursing through my body. As my convulsions were drawing to a close, he pulled out and thrust back in once, before he groaned and I felt his heat spread inside of me. I came again with him, I had still been so wound up that it hadn't taken much to set me off again. I clenched my pc muscles to keep him inside of me as our breathing slowed.

When he pulled back, his now limp cock slipped out with a wet pop. I felt so empty without him now that I immedeately started to think of how to get him back inside. I sat, leaning against his desk, still breathing deeply as I watched him straightenn his clothes. I decided that I guess I should put my clothes back on too. It took me a moment to find my panties. They ended up being on the other side of the room. I was re-buttoning my blouse when he told me that he was glad that he had let me convince him. I walked over to him and kissed him full on the mouth, pushing my tongue into his mouth. A few minutes later, when we were both breathing heavily again, I told him that I had had a wonderful time, and I think that it had cured my writer's block. I had grabbed my purse and was headed for the door when I thought of something.

I reached under my skirt, pulled down, and stepped out of my panties. I picked them up from the floor, and walked back towards him. I handed them to him, and told him to keep them for a souvenir. At least until I could schedule another appoitnment to see him. As I walked from the room I couldn't help but smile.

That next week we got our essays back. I had felt that the extra help had improved my essay. When I got my essay back, there was no mark, just a comment.

"See me to discuss your mark. My office @ 7:00 tonight."