XXX College Erotic Stories – Volume I Page 4

  The Asian woman instructed her to take a seat in the living room and she disappeared. In just a few moments, she returned with a pan of water and told Laura to place her feet inside. Laura did as she was told and the Asian woman slowly washed her feet with a small bar of soap and a wash cloth. Once she was done, she dried Laura’s feet and place a pair of paper slippers on them. She left with the bowl of water and Laura sat there wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into.

  Momentarily, she returned with another woman wearing a pair of spiked heels, a black thong and a black corset from which the tops of two large breasts spilled over. She had long red hair and had a noticeable bulge in the front of her thong that perplexed Laura. She ordered Laura up on her feet and Laura did as she was told.

  “So,” the woman in black said, “you are the little tart that needs lessons. Very well, get undressed”. Laura stared at her awkwardly. “GET UNDRESSED YOU LITTLE WHORE!” the woman barked at her. Frightened and confused, Laura did as she was told. As she stood naked in the chilly living room of her professor’s home, she was aware that her nipples were rock hard and that her thighs were wet with her underlying excitement.

  She heard her professor’s voice from a nearby doorway, “Ah, I see that you have met my wife and my housekeeper. It looks as if they have prepared you for your first lesson. So, let’s get to it shall we? Follow me.” With this, the Professor turned and entered another doorway that led down to a lower level of the house.

  Laura followed him, while the other two women stayed behind. In the middle of the room downstairs was a large wooden bed. It was adorned with many large metal hoops and other odd metal configurations. Professor Timberlake ordered her to lie across the bed and she did as she was told. “Our first lesson”, he began, “will be about respect. You will call me nothing but Sir and you will not look me directly in the eyes. You will keep your head bowed at all times and you will do everything I say. I will address you as “whore’ and you will respond to it when I do. Understood?” he finished.

  Turned away from him, Laura nodded yes. Her heart was racing and it almost stopped as she felt something flat and hard smack her ass harshly, leaving it stinging. You meant to say “Yes Sir”. Let’s try it again. “Do you want to suck my cock, whore?” he asks. Laura immediately said “Yes Sir.” and breathed a sigh of relief when she was not hit again.

  Instead, the professor grabbed her roughly by the arms and shoved her across the bed. She felt shackles being attached to her ankles and then they were roughly pulled slightly up and apart, leaving her cunt and ass fully exposed. As she lay there, frightened and excited at the same time, she felt a cold, slimy substance being rubbed into her pussy and around her asshole. Oh Jesus, what was he going to do to her?

  She didn’t have to wait long. With a sharp thrust, she felt him ram his cock into her pussy. Fuck, he was hung like a horse. She felt like it was going to split her in half already. He began ramming into her over and over causing her to flinch in pain. He didn’t make a sound and neither did she unless you counted the low whimpers that she couldn’t seem to control. He continued fucking her like a dog until she thought she was going to pass out and then suddenly he stopped and pulled out.

  As he came around to the other side of the narrow bed, he pulled her forward and ordered her to suck his cock. Laura replied, “Yes Sir” and took his hard cock in her mouth. It didn’t seem as huge as it had felt, although he was not small by any means. As he began ramming his hard cock down her throat she felt someone enter her from behind again. Oh my God, who else was fucking her? Who else had he brought in to violate her?

  She didn’t have to wonder long as he addressed his wife, Margola, on the other side of the bed. Laura had not heard her enter the room behind them before. “Margola, ring the buzzer” he said. Without missing a beat, she heard a buzzer go off in the house and heard footsteps in the room.

  With his cock in her mouth, she could only surmise that the object in her pussy was a strap on, explaining the noticeable bulge in his wife’s panties. As she contemplated this, she felt something that seemed almost round being shoved in her ass. She drew in her breath as she continued to feel this, each time with a slight larger round ball like object entering her ass until it felt full of hard little balls.

  Laura didn’t know what was happening to her but she couldn’t say that she wasn’t kind of getting off on it. Her professor’s cock was buried balls deep in her mouth and his wife was stretching her tiny pussy with whatever giant dildo she had strapped on. She wasn’t sure what the housekeeper had put up her ass but it felt so good.

  She was so wet she was squirting it everywhere. Suddenly, she felt someone removing the slippers that had previously been placed on her feet. Before she could wonder what this was all about, she felt a tiny mouth closing around her toes, sucking them one by one and rolling them around. She felt surge of pleasure run down the center of her body.

  “Get ready, my little whore” she heard the professor say. “ I’m about to come all down the back of your slutty little mouth. Open wide for me.” With that, the professor pulled out and began to rub the head of his cock at the opening of her mouth until streams of come began to spurt out into her waiting orifice.

  He then placed his dick in her mouth and instructed her to clean it. “I don’t want to find a drop of come on it and when you are done, make sure you lick any that got on my balls too you little whore.”

  As she did as she was told, he heard her tell his wife that it was time. Laura felt a powerful vibration against her clit and realized that the large dildo she was being fucked with had been switched to a heavy vibration and it was pulsating against the walls of her cunt and clit. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God she thought. I’m going to come. Ohhhhhhh, she began to come in wave after wave of deep spasms, spraying everywhere as her legs twitched and jerked with the powerful orgasms she was having.

  Laura was thrashing about with waves of orgasm, her pussy juices flowing all down her legs when she began to shudder with an orgasm so powerful it felt like her whole body had constricted in preparation for its release. With one deep thrust, her whole body began to convulse with the release of a full body orgasm as she felt the large dildo and balls in her ass being ripped out with one fluid motion.

  Laura lay there, weak and limp, as she once again felt the hands of the small Asian woman begin to wash her clean. She winced as she realized that she was sore already from the abuse that her body had just taken. She felt her ankles being released and found she hanging over the edge of the bed like a half deflated sex doll.

  “Stand up, whore” she heard the Professor say. She struggled to rise to her feet in her weakened state and stood before him naked. He reached out to lightly rub her clit and saw her flinch a little. “Sore, aren’t you? Good. It will give you something to think about the rest of the week. You will return here at the same time on Monday. Understood?” he asked.

  “Yes Sir, replied Laura as she looked down at the floor, remembering what she had been told. The small Asian woman returned her clothes to her and instructed her to get dressed and leave. Laura did as she was told and left the house immediately. She felt oddly invigorated by what had just happened to her and was looking forward to returning the following week.

  Literary Liasons

  Paul sat in his first day of English Literature and wondering why it was necessary to take this crap. He understood why he had to take English Composition, though he didn’t like it much and had barely managed his way through it with a low B. English Literature was a different story, literally. Who cares if he was familiar with a bunch of books written by some stuffy British freaks?

  He looked up as the Professor entered the room. Things were improving already. As she clicked across the room in her low heels and skirt, he couldn’t help but notice her long, thin legs and athletic figure. Her long blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail and she wore a pair of reading glasses on top of her head. At least he had something to look at in this boring class.
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  “Good morning, class. My name is Professor Aldridge and you are in English Literature 101. I will be handing out a syllabus that includes the lesson plan for this semester so that you will be aware of what is expected on a week to week basis. I realize that most of you are sophomores so you should be familiar with college policies by now, but just in case, I will hand out a copy of those, as well.” The professor said to the whole class.

  She continued, “If anyone anticipates any special needs for my class, please stay after class for a moment and we can discuss them. Other than that, I don’t have anything for today. We will begin covering the material listed on your syllabus under the first lesson when we meet on Tuesday. I will expect you all to have read it by then and have an understanding of the story.”

  She dismissed them with a wave of her hand and everyone begin filing out of the classroom. Paul lingered behind and waited on a few other students to finish speaking with the professor before approaching her.

  “Professor Aldridge,” Paul began, “I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to handle this class. I am not a strong reader and I may need some extra help with understanding some of the harder material.”

  Standing this close to her, Paul was struck by how attractive she was. In addition to having a pretty tight little body, she was very pretty. Her full mouth and dark green eyes were most likely something many students had fantasized about from time to time. Paul suspected that he might be having a few randy thoughts about them right now.

  She looked up at him over the top of her little half glasses and smiled. “Okay, what is your name?” she asked. Paul told her and she scrolled down her list of students a bit before finding his name and underlining it. “Paul, I have a tutoring session in the evenings on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I cover the material from this class from 6pm to 7pm if you would like to attend those sessions. We meet in the group reading room at the library.”

  “That will be great” Paul said. He was here on a baseball scholarship and had to keep his grades up to keep it. The last thing he needed was to flunk out of English Lit. He thanked her and headed out of the room.

  Paul arrived at the reading room on Tuesday evening to find only a handful of students, a couple from his class, waiting on the professor. He found it interesting that there was only one girl but 5 other guys in the class. Perhaps boys were just not as bright as girls, after all. Nah, girls probably just didn’t care as much about being successful as much as guys do. At any rate, the one girl in the class wasn’t even attractive so at least there wouldn’t be any distractions. Well, if you didn’t count the professor.

  As Professor Aldridge entered the room, Paul was once again struck by her good looks and athletic physique. In the smaller room, where he was nearer to her he was also drawn to the mellow earthy scent of her perfume. He wasn’t sure what it was that she was wearing or if it was a mixture of things but it was almost intoxicating when she was so near.

  ‘Okay,” she began, “let’s start with what we went over in class today.” As she began to explore the hidden meaning behind some archaic piece of crap written in Middle English, Paul felt himself drift off into fantasy. He imagined her wearing nothing but a shear white tank top that clearly displayed her perky nipples and a short skirt that barely covered her round apple bottom. Her long, slender legs slowly opened as she perched upon the desk in front of him and he could see that she wasn’t wearing anything under the hint of a skirt she had on.

  Paul watched her slowly lick her lips as she motioned for him to come closer, opening her legs further to give him a good view of what she was offering. He moved forward and got down on his knees in front of her, pushing her legs fully open as he slowly parted her perfect pussy lips with his tongue, sliding it slowly up and down her wet slit. He felt her hand on the back of his neck, pushing his face forward so it was buried in her hot little hole.

  He began to suck on her engorged clit as she arched forward so that he had full access to her sweet spot. “Oh, Paul,” she began to moan. “Paul, Paul…Paul?” he felt her hand on the back of his neck and realized that his head was halfway down on his desk. “Paul, are you with us?” he heard her saying, as he realized suddenly that he had dozed off and was still in his study class. He adjusted his legs to hide his raging hard on and responded, “Yes, Professor Aldridge. I’m sorry.”

  As class wound to a close and all of the students began to file out, Professor Aldridge asked Paul to stay behind for a moment. “Paul, “ she began, “It’s not going to do you any good to attend these extra study sessions if you are not going to pay attention. You even dozed off at one point.”

  Paul hung his head. “I’m sorry, Professor Aldridge. It’s just been a long day and I don’t know what happened in there. I really do need the help and I’ll be better next time,” he said. She nodded towards him and waved her hand for him to go on.

  As Paul left the room, she couldn’t help notice what a perfect body he had. She knew she was supposed to be oblivious to the sexual attributes of her students but he was a hard one to miss. Besides, it didn’t hurt to merely notice it, right? At the rate he was going, she’d probably be noticing his physique in next semester’s class as well. He certainly didn’t seem compelled to apply himself.

  Later that night at home, Professor Rebekah Aldridge, found herself once again drifting back in thought to her young student. There was something about Paul that she couldn’t quite put her finger but it drew her in. Perhaps it was his carefree nature or unwitting charm, but it was certainly something. Rebekah poured herself a nice glass of Sangria while her bath water ran.

  Walking to the bathroom in the nude, she sat her wine on the edge of the tub as she slid down into the warm sudsy water. She ran her hands slowly down her long lean body and across the short stubble that had grown on her legs and crotch. Stretching her leg out from the water, she applied shaving cream and began to shave one leg and then the other.

  She moved to the inner step of the tub and spread opens her legs to apply shaving cream to her crotch and inner thighs. She slowly dragged the pivoted head of the five blade razor across her skin until her crotch was smooth and silky. Nothing made her feel more sensual and aroused than the feel of a slick kitty and she reached down with one hand to explore her cleanly shaven pussy while using the other hand to retrieve and take a sip of her wine.

  Despite her age, Rebekah was in excellent shape. She ran daily and did yoga three times a week. Her small breasts were firm and supple. Her stomach was flat and you could bounce quarters off her tight ass. Still, it was not enough for her husband. He was always away on a business trip and could not wipe his own ass without his personal assistant, who looked like someone he had picked up at the bunny ranch. She was a tall, buxom blonde who Rebekah suspected held more assets in her bra than in her brain. She was quite certain her husband was banging the bitch. Lord knows he wasn’t touching his wife.

  The water was getting cold and Rebekah felt a chill come over her, probably for more than just that reason. She rose from the tub and began to towel herself off before reaching for her blow dryer. As she stood there in front of the bathroom mirror in her towel, she felt melancholy. What was she going to do? She didn’t want to wind up one of those bitter old divorced women who started hoarding cats to dispel the loneliness.

  As if on cue, her manx, Ziggy strolled into the room and glared at her as if he could read her mind. Rebekah chuckled as she dried her hair. Her towel loosened and fell to the floor. She was left standing there naked, drying her hair while looking into the mirror at her perfect body that was just going to waste. She slipped on the sleep shirt she had laid out for herself and climbed into bed with Ziggy by her side.

  It was Thursday again; Paul had his extra study group again this evening. He had tried to finish reading the material a little better this time so that he could participate in the class a bit more. He didn’t want to get caught falling asleep and damn near having a wet dream again. He really needed to pass this class, no matter wha
t it took. As he stepped into the study room of the library, he realized that he was the only one there. Was he early? No, he was there right on time. Perhaps it was cancelled. He’d just wait to see if anyone else showed.

  Within moments, Professor Aldridge arrived in the room. She looked just as stunning as he had earlier in class. She was wearing a long black skirt, black pumps and a cream colored button up blouse. It was chilly in the library and she was wearing a bra thin enough that her nipples were visible. She sure did make it hard to concentrate.

  “Small class today, “she chuckled as she looked around. “Nice to see that you were able to make it though, Paul. We will give it a few minutes to see if anyone else comes in before we began. Once 5 more minutes had passed, she decided they would get started. “Paul, come sit at the table with me. There is no use in me standing up here lecture style when it is just the two of us.”

  Paul gathered up his books and moved over to the table. As he sat there beside her, he felt a charge. They began to cover the material and he discovered that it came to him so much easier one on one like this when he felt more comfortable asking questions as they went. He might make it through this class, after all. As the clock ticked over to the next hour mark, Professor Aldridge let out a sigh. “Well, that is enough for tonight Paul. I’m glad we had this one on one time. I will see you in class in a couple of days.”

  Paul gathered his things and left the room. He felt better about the class but more than that, he was excited from being so close to her. He felt his thoughts drifting back to her hard nipples under her blouse and the smell of her simple perfume. He had felt her leg brush against his several times while they were so close. He was sure she didn’t notice but he sure did. He had to think about the boring discussion of Beowulf they were having in order not to get a boner.