Professor Cougar

I have always been good at making up stories. When I was really young, adults would write it off as having an over-active imagination.Maybe someone should have told my college English professor. Maggie was a single thirty-year-old whom, as far as I oculd tell, was always at work. Not bad seeing as how I too was always around campus.

I had been researching my thesis paper so long that it was already dark when the janitor woke me up. "Studying late again Melissa?" He said as he gave me a hand up causing my books to topple to the floor. "You know me Mr Garrety. Therer is always something to learn." He walked me out to the corridor and locked the library door. Wandering alone in the corridor I fumbled wtih my keys dropping them to the floor. As I crouched down to pick them up I heard a slight moan coming from the nearest classroom. A momentary inner debate of morals ensued and I decided to take a peak. The desk light was on.

She was lying back on her black leather chair with her blouse open. She had one leg on the desk pushing back and the other over the arm of her chair. I watched as she slowly massaged her milky white breasts with one hand, tweaking the nipples as she moved from one to the other. I started feeling moist and more than a tough awkward but I couldn't bear to look away.

I glanced around quickly and then slowly I reached down and began touching myself. Using my free hand I braced myself against the door frame and peered back through the window. Her body slowly shifted up and down, side to side. My eyes traced the line of her arm and saw the end of a glittery blue vibrator. Seeing this made me shiver all over. She began to thrust more vigorously increasing the volume and frequency of her moans. I could see her cum seeping ove rthe pleasure-aid and hand until it began to pool on her chair. There was so much to watch all at once and then another more forceful jolt made my arm slip and thud against the door.

The sound seemed to reverberate as I ran for my car. My books had spilled but I didn't have time to check whether I had retrieved them all. As I drove back to my apartment I kept wondering whether she had seen me or not and what she was going to do if she had. I dropped my book bag by the door as I walked over the threshold and my keys in the candy dish before falling asleep fully clothed above the sheets.

Morning broke and it turned out I had dropped my history book and unfortunately I had history first up. In the middle of class, as we watched a documentary about the Second World War, there was a knock and she entered. "Good morning Miss Lucien. How may I help you?" My history teacher said as he strode across the room.

Their voices dropped to whispers and a minute later she left and Mr Wilkins walked over to me. In a low voice he told me that it turns out I had left my book in the study hall and to take better care of my belongings. "Yes Sir" I said as I casually flicked through the pages. I hit the sectionon which we had been working and saw a very small piece of paper that had four simple words printed upon it. 'Same time, same place.'

My classes were over at five and as always I went to the library to study. I walked to my usual desk amidst the stacks and began to write a paper on economics and infrastructure of the third world. I purposely fell asleep and was woken up by Mr Garrety. "I hope your grades reflect your effort Melissa. You should really take a night off and sleep at home for a change." I was told as he escorted me out of the library and locked the door once again.

My feet carried me back along the corridor to the door of Margaret's class. I contemplated whether or not to go inside when the door opened before me and I stalked over the threshold. The door lock clicked and my heart began to pound as I turned around and saw her with her white blouse open exposing a midnight blue bra. "So Melissa, you have heard and you have seen everything wtih your own eyes. There is only one thing left that I can think of for you to endure."

I shook all over as she approached me, I leaned back over the desk and I asked what that could possibly be. She grabbed my hand making my book bag slip to the floor. "You are missing out on the sense of touch" and she thrust my hand down the front of her pants and guided it to her wet pulsating vagina. I le tout a low whine as I felt myself squirt soaking through my black silk undies and dampening my denim jeans. "Do you like that? Even a little?" Her voice was torturous but I ripped at her pants sliding them down to the floor and without another thought I began to suck and lick at her pussy and clitoris like there wa snothing that I'd rather do.

Her hand braced her entire body against her desk as her juices flowed over my tongue and down my chin. I glanced down into her bag and with a jolt of excitement I plunged my right hand into her bag and then stood up. As I regained my feet I thrust the glittery blue dildo deep between her thighs with all of my strength forcing her to scream with pleasure. As her arm trembled I thrust her back onto her desk withdrew the dildo to half and then thrust it back in again. Her hands fumbled with my jeans and I felt them part with my skin and slide to the floor but I didn't stop.

I unhooked her bra with my free hand and then bit down moderately hard on her left nipple causing her to moan with pleasure once more. Her hands slid between my thighs and I felt her fingers skate deeply into my vagina as my cum suirted over her hands. We were both moaning and breathing deep with every syllable as she whispered "I have something I want you to try with me, if you're game? Reach back into the bag."

My hand dove into her bag with a will of its own until it extracted a long double-ended dildo. She snatched it out of my hand and thrust it into my pussy and I jolted forward so as to lie directly on top of her. The liquid was streaming from me all over her as she removed the glittery dildo and placed the other end inside her.

She helped me clamber on top of her. My knees were either side of her waist and my hands squeezed her breasts simultaneously as I began to slowly rise and fall. I could feel her hand underneath me as she ran the dildo back and forth between us as our cum intertwined over its entirety. I lay down upon her grasping at the sides of the desk as I slid back and forth along her.

I felt like I was going to explode with pleasure when she flipped me over and began ramming the dildo farther and farther into my pussy and I moaned with the heightened excitement and could feel her cum squirting onto my vagina. My moans turned into screams as I grabed for her jacked. I bit down hard as my temperature sky rocketed and I trembled all over. One final deep thrust and I felt the tension release.

She thrust the dildo for several minutes and I could see her hand completely covered with both of our cum. She pulled the pleasure aid out and began to lick pussy as if to clean it and I felt myself begin to ge tturned on again. "Oh so the little one wants another good fuck? I think we can manage that." She then thrust three fingers into my pussy simultaneously until she had me forcing myself back on to her hand.

She sporadically licked my pussy and sucked on my clitoris before she pulled out a plain, skin coloured strap on which she fitted to herself. "I want to fuck you like you hav enever been fucked before" and that she did. my legs were spread with my knees nearly flat against the desk and up near my head as she rammed me into the desk. "Scream you sexy little thing. Beg for this giant cock between your white glossy thighs. Tell me what you want, say my name."

"Margaret. Oh Margaret Lucien please fuck me harder!" I screamed and moaned so loudly I thought that surely someone must have heard. No one else entered the room. I felt the vigour and intensity of her thrusts increase exponentially until finally I succumbed.

We lay together on her desk for a little while before we both regained enough composure to go about redressing ourselves. A million questions were running through my head but I dared not ask them. I retreived my book bag and froze for a split second with my hand on the door handle. As I turned to take one last look at her I felt her lips close on mine. I drove home that night and went straight to sleep without contemplating anything.