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No Panties in the Front Row
In addition to many of the teaching jobs that I had, one of them was teaching a music for non-majors course at the local university. It was one of those jobs that sounded fancier than what it actually was. I had a mix of kids...some studied and did well, others didn't. I taught my material and handed out the tests and collected a decent paycheck.
Most of the students in the class were nice enough, but one in particular was always very talkative with me. Perhaps a bit flirty. It was an interesting situation, since while they were my students they were all over the age of 18, adults. She was a freshman, with beautiful legs, a nice full ass, perfectly sized tits, tan skin and dark wavy hair. She smiled a lot, and her smile was cute. Had I been younger and a college student as well, she was definitely someone who I'd want to bed.
She walked into the room as I fired up the lecture station and flashed me one of her smiles and said, "Hi, Mr. Jones."
"Hi there, Nicole," I responded. Today she was wearing a white skirt that was shorter than anything she had ever worn. In addition, she wore a dark top that was low cut, low enough to show she was wearing one of those bralettes that was becoming very popular with girls these days. "You look very nice today," I said without thinking. Luckily she was the only student in the room so far.
"Aw, thanks," she said and sat in her seat. I resumed my prep for the day as more students filled in the room.
The lecture began, today was 20th century atonal music. I found it interesting, and I think a few of the students did as well. Not fun to listen to, but fun to study and discuss.
As we were listening to one piece by a French composer, I happened to notice that Nicole's legs were spread just slightly apart, enough for me to look up her creamy thighs and see the crotch of her white panties. Blood instantly flowed to my cock, and I went back behind the lecture station to hide my burgeoning erection. I was pretty sure that she was doing it unintentionally. She probably just wasn't thinking.
But then her legs opened further, allowing a much more clear glance at her clothed pussy. Her legs were positioned in such a way that she HAD to have known what she was doing. I looked into her eyes, but she was looking past me, focused on the music. Very slightly, her legs started to open and close, as if trying to pull my attention to her creamy thighs.
The piece ended, and I resumed my lecture. At this point, Nicole abruptly stood up and walked out of the room. I continued on like nothing had happened, my erection beginning to subside.
She walked back into the room, and I thought I noticed a smirk on her face. As she sat down, I began another song. As the strange notes rang out, I couldn't help but look down at her legs, and I wasn't disappointed. My eyes couldn't contain their surprise as I looked between her open legs and saw nothing but the sweet pink gash of her exposed pussy. Clearly, she had gone to the bathroom to remove her panties. There was now no possible way that this was an accident. This girl was seducing me...and it was working!
I could feel myself getting uncontrollably hard, so I moved back to behind the lecture podium. Nicole continued to leave her legs open, the rest of the class totally oblivious to her exposed state.
Standing behind the podium, I reached down and rubbed my swollen cock. I couldn't help it. This was one of the hottest things I had ever seen in my life. In a subtle manner, without breaking eye contact with the wall, a finger reached down, up the leg of her skirt, and gently rolled her clit around.
Still behind the podium, I pulled down my fly and hastily fished my cock out of my briefs and khaki pants, letting it breathe. I fisted my hard on as she masturbated, both of us playing with ourselves in the classroom full of 30 people. The whole time she kept looking past me, pretending that this had nothing to do with me.
When the song ended, I made a decision thinking with the other head. "You know what everybody, it's a really nice day out. That's enough atonal music...let's wrap up early."
I temporarily was the favorite professor of the day, as the entire class excitedly packed up their books and belongings and made their way to the back of the classroom where the door was. All, of course, except Nicole.
After everyone had left, she smirked and said, "Mr. Wolf, I'm having trouble understanding some material. Could you explain some things?"
"Sure, Nicole," I responded as professionally as I could. "Why don't you come up here and we can talk about it?"
She got up, smoothing her skirt out as she walked up to the lecture station. I moved to my left, leaving the computer free for Nicole to stand in front of. I leaned my body into the large piece of furniture so my exposed cock was hidden.
She stood in front of my laptop, and I began explaining, "See, this is atonal music. Composers at this time fought against the idea of tonality, thinking it would be the next big thing." I maneuvered myself behind her, my cock wagging in the air, though I don't think she noticed. I stood behind her, and reached over to click the laptop to bring the next slide up. "But it didn't work, do you know why?" As I asked this, I reached my hand down to her leg and brought it up to her ass, pulling her skirt up, exposing her entire backside to me.
"I can't remember, Mr. Jones," she said quietly.
"You don't remember. We just talked about it last class," I said, dropping a dollop of spit on my hard cock, while undoing my khakis and letting them and my briefs fall to my ankles.
"I'm sorry, I just can't remember," she said, pushing herself into me, never turning around.
"It's because human beings love patterns," I said as I sank my cock into her warm, wet pussy.
"Oh fuck, Mr. Jones..." she whined as I buried myself in her. Her pussy was warm, wet, and tight, gripping my cock. I pulled out, savoring the feel of her wet box on my dick, and then slammed back in, forcing her to grab on to the lecture station.
"God, you're tight," I whispered, overwhelmed by how wrong this was, and yet how good it felt. I began pistoning in and out of her, her hot wet hole gripping my turgid cock. An obscene smacking noise filled the empty classroom. I bent over, reached upwards and began playing with her ample tits, easily pulling them out of the flimsy dress and bralette that she wore. Her nipples were rock hard, and she moaned as I twisted them.
I continue to pound her box, her moaning intensifying with each thrust. I looked up at the classroom door, realizing for the first time the vulnerable position we were in. While there should not have been anyone there for a while, anyone could just walk in at anytime.
I grabbed onto her hips and drove harder into her. I started to pound fast, the combined noise of her ass against my hips and her moaning turned me on more and more.
"We can't do this much longer. We can't get caught."
"Okay," she panted. "Tell me when you're about to cum. I want to swallow it."
The thought of that made me groan out loud and pushed me to go faster. I looked down and watched the union of our sex, my thick cock stretching her wet pussy lips. Liquid began to collect around the union of our fucking, bringing about a sticky, squishy sound that turned me on even more. As my penis continued to pummel in and out of the slickest pussy I had ever been in, I could feel my cum building in my balls, that familiar feeling of an impeding orgasm that I had known since I was very, very young.
"I'm gonna cum, Nicole," I warned. She immediately pulled away from me, my cock ejecting from her hole. She got on her knees in front of me and swallowed my cock, burying her nose in my pubes. A few strokes of her mouth and I went over the edge, filling her mouth with my thick cum which she easily took down, moaning as she greedily swallowed my cum. I cried out as she continued to suck on my sensitive member.
She let my cock slip out of her mouth and noticed that there was still a spot of semen on the tip of my cock, which she quickly licked off, making me shudder as she manipulated the sensitive head, laughing at me as she knew the affect it was having on my body.
"Did you cum?" I asked as she continued to stroke my cock.
She shook her head at me.
"Get up on the table," I ordered, leading her over to one of the two long tables that was in the front of the room. She sat on the table and I pushed her back and spread her legs, presenting her pussy to me. I saw for the first time a dark triangle of black hair above her twat, trimmed. Her hole was dripping liquid, and I bent down and immediately lapped it up, savoring her strong taste. I swished and swirled my tongue around her delicious pussy, shoving it inside of her, fucking her in the same place where my cock had just been. She moaned above me, and wanting to move this along, I repositioned myself so I could attack her small clit.
She screamed as I started to lick her fun button, and for the first time I became worried about her noise drawing attention. But, at the same time, I really didn't care. I just wanted to bring this girl off. As my tongue continued to circle her clit, I brought my hand up and extended by middle and pointer fingers and shoved them inside of her, finding her g spot while I continued my oral assault on her most sensitive of places.
"Keep going, oh fuck keep going," she moaned as I sped up my ministrations, fucking her in and out with my fingers while licking her clit. "Oh fuck, yes, I'm cumming!" she said through clenched teeth. I could feel her pussy tighten on my fingers and her wetness increased as her legs clamped around my head. The heat of her pussy increased as she moaned through her orgasm, her body convulsing on the table while I just tried to hold on.
Her body finally started to relax, and when I pulled my face away from her muff, I could feel the sticky liquid still on my face. She sat up and kissed me, almost licking her substance off of me.
I looked at my watch and realized that the next class would start coming in any minute. We started to clean up and got dressed, which involved me pulling up my pants and rebuckling, and Nicole simply let her skirt flop back down. We both gathered up our things and made our way through the door.
"So Nicole," I said as we exited the room and out into the hallway. "Do you think you understand atonal music now?"
"Yeah, Mr. Jones. I think I got it."
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