During my first year in college, I was there mostly for the chicks and maybe a little education.
My first-semester classes were pretty boring except Science 101. The teacher, Ms. Jones, was hot. She was tall and busty, with legs that went on forever. She always wore tight sweaters that accentuated her breasts; below that, short skirts and high heels. I loved sitting in class and fantasizing about her. I wanted to bury my face in her pussy and taste her sweet juices. I was so turned on by her that day after day I had to hide my erection in class.
I thought I’d been pretty successful at this, but I guess I didn’t hide them well enough from Ms. Jones. One day on the way out she stopped me and said she’d noticed I wasn’t paying attention to her lectures. I swore that I had been, so she asked what she’d talked about that day. Of course, since I had been fantasizing about screwing her, I had no idea what she’d covered. “Just as I thought,” she said. “You’ve been looking at me like I’m something you want to eat.” I was dumbstruck. How could she know? Had I been that obvious?
“Well, do you?” she asked.
I guiltily admitted that she’d read my mind, and told her I’d been thinking of eating her every day since I first walked into her class. She looked me up and down, then went to the door and locked it. Turning around to face me, she pulled up her skirt and laid bare a well-trimmed pussy. All that time I’d been daydreaming about getting my face in her bush, she’d been standing in front of all of us with no panties! I wanted to taste her so badly, my mouth began to water.
“Well, go ahead,” she said. I didn’t hesitate. I bent down, pulled her legs apart, and pushed my tongue into her wet hole. She sighed and placed both hands on my shoulders for support. I’ve been told that I’m a good pussy eater; all I know is that I soon had Ms. Jones whimpering as her pussy juices flowed all over my face.
She pulled me to my feet, took my raging hard-on out of my pants, and lowered her mouth to my seven-inch erection. I didn’t want to come too soon, but knew I wasn’t going to last long with her talented tongue swirling around my cock. Finally I had no choice in the matter. I filled her mouth with my jism and she swallowed all of it, then licked up and down my cock to clean up any drops she might have missed.
I still wanted to sink my dick into her lovely pussy, so as I got hard again I pushed her back onto the desk and made my way into her wet hole. It was so warm and moist in there — just incredible. This was my other daydream come true. I made it last as long as I could, slowing down when I felt near to losing control, speeding up again when I had it back. Still, all too soon we were riding the waves of our mutual orgasms, pant-ing and sweating against each other, not wanting to face reality.
I didn’t want to leave, but I had a part-time job to go to.
Ms. Jones told me not to worry. She gave me a kiss good-bye and said we’d have another session the next afternoon.
I sure did love that science class.