Horny in Class

Thursday morning started same as ever. I rolled out of bed at the predawn hour of 5am, packed my bathing suit and towel, and headed to the university gym to swim laps for a few hours. The pool area was locked, which bummed me out, but I made up for it by riding the stationary bikes in the workout room. It was early, so almost no one was there, which I was more than okay with. I hate having people around when I exercise.

At quarter to 7 I packed it in and went back to my dorm to shower. I checked my email accounts and facebook, and then went to breakfast. I only have 1 class on Thursdays, History of Rome. It starts at 8:30 in the morning, so I hurried my breakfast so I could arrive on time. I greeted my friend Janice as I slid into the seat next to her and took out my notebook. My professor isn't particularly handsome, but he makes up for that with his energy and evident love of teaching.

It was always fun to watch him pace around the classroom as he talked about certain aspects of history. I'd noticed before that on occasion, he would actually begin to get aroused as he taught, and I always wondered if he was gay. Because really, when discussing Rome, it's only ever men that get talked about. Except for the one story, the Rape of Lucretia, which I also noticed made his crotch begin to bulge as he taught about it. Most of the time, the bulge would begin to shrink by itself, and be gone by the time class was over.

Today though, it stayed hard all through class. There were only twenty minutes left to class, and I sighed almost inaudibly, earning a grin from Janice as she heard it. But then something strange occurred. I have no idea what happened. One minute I was listening to him drone about Caesar and Pompey, and suddenly my pussy gave a twinge and I almost came on the spot. I squirmed in my seat, making it look like I was sitting up straighter, when really I was doing it to cling to the feeling. I'm a virgin, and I've never experienced sex before, I'm not sure that's a bad thing.

I squeezed my thighs together and heard my professor trail off. I glanced at him, feeling the stirrings of panic, but by the time I looked at him, he was staring at the clock, the bulge in his pants bigger and more evident than I had ever noticed before. Suddenly my professor dismissed the class, five minutes early. Everyone eagerly packed up, it wasn't often we were allowed to leave early. In fact, most of the time we stayed over, because he couldn't stop teaching. I packed slowly, because I needed to speak to him about my research paper for the class. He was behind his desk, his crotch pressed hard below the counter, and he was sweating.

"Are you alright, professor?" I asked, unsure if he was going to be ill. He nodded, then nodded again. "Whats up, Regina?" He asked me. I ran a finger along the counter, wiping up some of the chalk dust. He cleared his throat, and I wiped my finger on the hem of my shirt. "I wanted your advice on my paper." I said, as he pulled away from the desk and paced toward the back of the room. I followed him, feeling slightly offended that he would walk away as I was talking to him. Suddenly he turned and put his hands on my shoulders, causing me to trail off. "What are you doing?" I asked hesitantly, as he stepped closer. He slid one hand from my shoulder down my collar and cupped one of my breasts in his hand. "I saw you squirming in class." He said quietly. "And I've seen you staring at my cock before."

I flushed as he said this and squeezed my boob. His hand was incredibly warm, and I didn't pull away. "I..." I had no idea what to say. He saved me from fumbling for words by kissing me lightly on the lips. I sighed as he slipped his hand under my shirt, and past my sports bra, causing me to shiver as he brushed a finger over my not yet erect nipples. The touch caused it to harden, and I gasped as he flicked it. It stung a bit, but sent an electric jolt down my body to my pussy. He began kissing my face, along my jaw, to my neck. I closed my eyes and parted my lips as he slipped his other hand under my shirt, pulling it up over my head.

I stood in front of my professor in just my sports bra and skirt, and it never once occurred to me to say stop. I hesitated for a second, but as he began to reach for me again, I stepped back and pulled my bra off. My size 46C breasts bounced free from the elastic, and hung patiently, nipples erect, waiting for his affection. My professor gasped quietly, and bent to one, eagerly sucking it into his mouth. Again I received a jolt to my pussy, and I clasped his head, moaning lightly. He switched to my other breast, and the cool air on my moist nipple made me orgasm. He pulled his head up in surprise, staring at me as I gasped for breath.

"That was fast." He said with a grin. My face was flushed. "I've never..." He raised an eyebrow. "Do I get a virgin today?" He asked me. I nodded. "What have you done before?" He inquired. I reached out to his pants and unbuckled him. I met his eyes with mine as I slowly unzipped his dress pants. I tugged at them lightly, and his penis sprang free. It was bigger than any I had seen, perhaps a solid 8, 8.5 inches. I lowered to my knees, and began to jerk him lightly. He tilted his head back with a groan, and I smiled, seeing my chance to impress him. I opened my mouth, and swallowed his penis with one swift shove, impaling my throat with him. He grunted, so shocked by my act that he came then and there. He grabbed my hair and held his cock in my throat, forcing his seed down my throat.

I resisted the urge to gag as he jerked around. I was mildly surprised as he pulled out of my throat, still very much hard, despite his orgasm. He pulled me to my feet and buried his face in my tits, muttering about me being a great cocksucker. His hands fondled my ass, and unzipped my skirt. Without hesitation, he yanked my skirt and panties down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and he sat me on a desk, ordering me to spread my legs. I did so nervously. I'd never been pleasured. The extent of my sexual prowess was sucking a man's penis.

He buried his head in between my thighs, and I cried out in shock as his tongue met my pussy lips. I shaved my pussy because I found the hair down there to be disgusting, so he was greeted by a naked pussy. He probed past them, sucking my orgasm juices with zeal. I was gripping his head, my face flushed, so close to orgasm, when he stuck a finger in my passage. It pushed me over the edge and I came again, letting out a low wail of pleasure. He kept working my pussy with his tongue as I rode my orgasm, thrusting a finger in and out, keeping my orgasm going.

A few minutes later I finally came down from the clouds, and he stood over me, clutching his cock in his hand and jacking himself lightly. I made to kneel again, but he stopped me. "I want to fuck you." He said roughly, pushing on my shoulder. "Lie on your back." I complied, eager for this to happen. I couldn't imagine the pleasure he could give me this way, if I had felt so fantastic with just his tongue and a finger stimulating me. I spread my legs for him without his having to ask, and he knelt between them. He rubbed his fingers up and down my soaked slit, and rubbed the juices on his rod.

He leaned forward, lowering his crotch to mine. I felt the head press against my lips and slip downward toward my ass. He groaned and reached down, using his hand to guide his penis to my hole. He put pressure on it, and it slid into my hole. I whimpered, he was already stretching me, and it hurt. I had been told it would hurt by Janice, who had given herself to her boyfriend freshman year. My professor paused for a moment, letting me get used to the feeling of something inside me down there. My pussy was pulsing, trying to eject the foreign object. Suddenly he grunted and gave a hard thrust, and I felt something tear.

My scream was muffled by his lips as he pumped into me roughly, his pace quick. He didn't slow, he didn't stop. I think he was beyond caring about my pain as he abused my pussy. He pushed in tight suddenly, and held still for a minute, his body trembling. "I'm sorry!" He gasped, as he began to move again, even faster than before. "I... meant... to... go... slow!" He punctuated each thrust with a word, and I continued to sob in pain beneath him. He reached down and began rubbing my clit as he pounded me viciously. The stimulation to my clit eased the pain, or at least began to blend it with the pain, and my body began to feel better.

I let out a moan as he ground himself into me, rotating his hips and pulling out again, before resuming pumping me quickly as he had begun. I reached up and pulled his head down to my tits. He didn't need a second suggestion, and eagerly suckled from my breasts. He continued thrusting into me, his breathing becoming more and more ragged. Suddenly a wave of pleasure racked my body, and I spasmed and twitched, thrashing beneath him. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever encountered, and I suddenly felt as if I were peeing past his throbbing cock. He gave a bark of laughter. "You're a gusher!" He growled in my ear, thrusting even harder.

He kissed me roughly. I was reduced to gasps and sobs at this point, but sobs of pleasure, rather than pain. Suddenly he groaned hard against my lips and thrust so hard into me that he pushed me across the floor. I came again, a less powerful orgasm than the last, but still remarkable. He held himself quivering inside me, and I felt his cock pulsate and throb for a minute before he shot his seed into my womb. The sensation was so powerful that I came again, biting my lip to keep back the last scream. He collapsed on top of me for a moment, as his cock softened and slid out of my pussy on its own. I stared up at him as he lifted himself away from me. "You should focus on the Scipio family." He told me quietly, as he began to dress.

I sat up, feeling the dull throb of pain in my pussy. I found my clothes and put them on, trying to find my panties. My professor handed them to me, but before I could put them on, he bent me over a desk and stuck two fingers in my pussy. I squirmed as he thrust them in and out for a moment before taking them out completely. He held them up to his eyes. They were bloody, but also slimy with my cum and his. He grinned in satisfaction. "If you want to do this again, come to my office. I'm here every Thursday, with no office hours for the regular student." He said, and left. I felt the juices start to seep out of my pussy, and hastily put on my panties so I could return to my dorm and shower. I felt dirty, but at the same time, I wanted to do it again.

Oh, and my professor's name was Brian. I'll use that, if I end up having another story to tell you about us.