Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler & Company, who convinced to me to write a story that involved swingers. They were the inspiration. Another thank you goes out to Ashraelle (I really appreciate your editing – you got my love of the hyphen under control). There is some plot here so, if you haven't read the first fifteen stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.
Jessica's head bobbed up and down in my lap. I was so close, so fucking close. I could feel those ruby red lips sliding up and down my shaft, coaxing me closer and closer to orgasm. They were so wet, so delicious. How could I help myself? She might be a coed – she might be my student – but how could I resist this fantastic head?
I reached under my desk and placed my hands on either side of her head. I just wanted to guide the pace, to control the speed of the blowjob. She acquiesced, letting me set the tempo. I felt the individual strands of her hair between my fingers; her golden locks were soft and silky in my hands.
Saliva ran out of Jessica's mouth onto my cock. The stringy liquid ran down my shaft and spilled onto my balls. Her fingers rubbed my balls in little circles, rubbing the spit into my skin.
I felt my hips twitch; I was bucking and sliding them up and down spasmodically. No logical sense or pattern could be used to understand my movement. I had lost control. My eyes fluttered shut. I threw my head back and released a long satisfied groan. The muscles in the back of my neck tightened and my toes flexed into a curl.
The release came. My body shook as I shot several ropes of hot, sticky cum down Jessica's willing throat. She took it all like a champ. Holding my dick between her lips she never let go, never showed any sign of revulsion or disgust, and never stopped gulping down the baby batter I was funneling into her. In fact, she seemed to enjoy swallowing down my cum – perhaps the ultimate mark of being a slut. Jessica continued to rub my balls through the orgasm, massaging them gently between her fingers. When I was done with my nut, she gave my cock one last swirl of the tongue before letting it fall from her lips.
"That's what you've been waiting for, huh Professor?" Jessica asked.
"Absolutely. In addition to being my favorite student, you are a fantastic cocksucker," I groaned.
"I bet I am your favorite student because I am a fantastic cocksucker. Eh, Professor?"
"True. Very true."
"Well it is easy to give head when you are inspired," Jessica said looking up at me. "I love sucking your cock, Professor. It tastes really good, and I love how your cum runs down the back of my throat – all warm and creamy. By the way, how's my grade doing?" Her eyes, looking up at me, were brimming with laughter.
I snorted. Jessica looked so cute on her knees between my legs, her hair messed up from the oral sex. She was the image of naughty, eighteen-year old coed sexiness. "It depends on whether and how often you do that again, Jessica. The final is in another week and a half."
I tucked my cock back into my pants, rolled back my chair, and sighed. I could get used to this routine, a sexy teeny-bopper coming up to my office to play virtuoso on my skin flute. First some groping, then some minor finger play, followed by premier head – how nice. The academic life was certainly for me.
Jessica crawled out from under my office desk. She was smiling broadly, like she was the cat that swallowed the canary AND the cream. The blonde bombshell's hair was tousled. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on her forehead; the intimate confines under my desk must have been pretty warm. Her clothes were still largely in place; although her blouse was unbuttoned a little further than would normally be appropriate (A few minutes before climax, I had undone a few buttons in order to access her lovely, bouncy, teen breasts).
Jessica was still on her knees and half way under my desk when the office door opened. Cindy stood in the hallway, carrying an overstuffed backpack and a pile of text books. She was wearing loose fitting jeans and a bulky school hoodie. I was struck again by her beauty, as I always was, whenever I saw her.
Cindy's eyes instantly fell on the blonde coed between my legs. She raised her eyebrow, as if asking the obvious question. Thinking fast, Jessica responded by saying, "Uhh, I lost my contact."
"And you lost it under his desk?" Cindy quickly quipped.
"Ummmmm..." Jessica said blushing furiously, as her voice trailed off. Jessica was caught and she knew it. The coed stood up, trying to fix her clothes without being too obvious. Her skirt was wrinkled and dusty. A black, lacy bra was very visible underneath her unbuttoned shirt. The ample cleavage of her beautiful, teenage breasts bounded delightfully into view.
"That's what I thought. Nice to meet you Jessica," Cindy responded sticking out her hand. Jessica looked stunned. She took Cindy's hand and shook it tentatively. I could tell that Jessica she was especially surprised that Cindy knew her name.
"By the way," Cindy said, her lips curling into a devilish smile, "I think you have something on the corner of your mouth."
Jessica wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She looked down and her eyes grew wide. Jessica knew that the clear, viscous smudge was my leftover nut. Caught and embarrassed in front of a stranger (my office mate), she picked up her book bag and flew out the office. On the way out the door, she said, "Thanks for the help, Professor," and then she was gone.
Cindy laughed for a moment before looking at me. She said in her tinkling Southern drawl, "I see you've been a busy boy."
I grinned and nodded. Life was so much easier now that my office mate knew my secret: I had fucked several sexy coeds. I then shrugged, as if to ask, "What do you expect?"
