The Panty Professor

Slut Boy crumpled up the piece of paper with Suzanne’s name on it, tossed
it back in the hat and selected another one. He drew Angela’s name.
“Angela, same question, what are you wearing?”

“A high-cut rio brief.,” Angela replied seductively. She had a thing for
Slut Boy too.

“Is it 100% cotton?”

“Yes, it surely is.”

“What color is it?”

“I think the color is called ‘heather mushroom.’ Want to see?”

“No thank you.” Slut Boy crumpled up the paper with Angela’s name on it
and put it back in the hat and picked another one. This time he got Lisa’s
name. “Lisa, what are you wearing?”

“A white 100% cotton high-cut brief,” Lisa stated matter-of-factly. Slut
Boy’s eyes lit up and he stuck the slip of paper with Lisa’s name in his
shirt pocket. “Robert, you pick next. Lisa, you run.” She did and he
went right after her like a male dog hunting a bitch in heat.

My name got picked again, this time by Robert, and I couldn‘t help but to
impulsively utter, “Oh, shit!” He’s a real sweet but wimpy dude and
reminds me of a toad. Him and all his friends couldn’t have gotten my
panties off unless I let them.

The black leather thong I wore said a size small although I should wear a
medium. Very snug and extremely difficult to get off and on without
considerable wiggling and tugging. I might add that since I tend to sweat
and secrete other juices, especially while being chased down and de-pantied,
the thong exuded a substantial aroma. Also, it’s not like you can do the
washer/dryer thing on leather.

First, Robert couldn’t catch me so I had to slow down. Then, when he
finally did grab me he couldn’t wrestle me down. “Geez, mawn, what, do I
have to help you rape me?” I muttered under my breath.

I let Robert get me down and on my back and he lifted my skirt up. He
started tugging on my tight thong but didn’t make much progress. Okay, so
I helped him a little and he got so embarrassed and flustered it was kinda
cute.

“Here, let me help you,” I offered as I took his hand and put it inside the
thong right on my snatch. Robert jumped and everybody roared when I said,
“It don’t bite, Honey.” When he finally got my thong off Robert whooped it
up like he just scored a touchdown. I think he did that mostly for the
benefit of the camera. We taped all the episodes.

The funniest part of this became watching the other participants. Lisa had
obviously played hard to get before. She screamed, “No, no, no!” as Slut
Boy struggled with removing her white 100% cotton high-cut brief. But when
he got them off, she stared incredulously and barked, “Is that all you
want?” She almost fainted in shock when he nodded to the affirmative.

Our professors kept the tape and wouldn’t let us see it. They said we’d
have a party soon, just after mid-term grades were released. Only then
would they let us watch it and then the evidence would be destroyed.

The day after the Scanty escapade, panties discretely hung in each
professor’s office. Signs under the panties had pictures of different
kinds of fish with witty little sayings like, “SALMON--pinky and stinky” and
“BARRACUDA--my bite is worse than my bark.” I got so pissed at the “TUNA”
sign under my panties that I ripped the damn thing down.

We girls didn’t get just get mad, we got even. We got wind the professors
had planned a boy’s only poker party for the coming weekend. We managed to
find out where and break in and hide before they got there.

It didn’t look like poker the professors played and the dudes looked very
silly wearing our panties. They watched the Scanty tape and carried on
like crazy, imitating us.

Finally, we couldn’t take any more and we all jumped up and screamed,
“Scanty!” and chased them down and ripped off their panties. Uh…I mean,
our panties.

At this point all of the sorority sisters stared at hard-ons. No ED
(erectile difficulties) here. These professors had become our friends but
we weren’t totally sure we wanted to have sex with them. Some of them were
old enough to be our fathers. But they all had like this begging dog look
on their faces.

I winked at the other girls and said, “We can’t do anything that is not
politically correct. But even our former president said ‘you know what’
isn’t sex.

Lisa, as usual, looked a little confused. It did, however, become obvious
that she finally understood what we meant when we made gross slurping and
sucking noises, and then she asked, “Can I spit or do I have to swallow?”

I informed the professors that we had played their game, Scanty, and now
they were going to play ours--Zipper. The objective of Zipper, in case you
can’t figure it out, is to make the dude shoot as fast as possible. The
sorority sisters timed the events to determine the winner. We gave away
awards like if your partner blew his wad first you didn’t have to
participate in cleaning the sorority house for a week.

One guy and one girl at a time. The sisters who were last usually had a
slight advantage because the last few dudes were usually very ready after
watching their buddies sucked off and screaming. I volunteered to go first
if Slut Boy could be my partner. I got him to readily agree when I
whispered in his ear that tonight I wore 100% cotton white panties, and they
just might be his after I came in them.

So we started the game, and the clock…

“Can I do anything I want to you as long as I promise you’ll like it?” I
asked Slut Boy, in the most seductive voice I could muster up.

“Uh…uh…uh…”

I didn’t wait for a coherent answer. Down on my knees I went and
zzzziiiiiipp. I reached in Lisa’s white panties he wore and felt him start
to stiffen. as I pulled him out. I think he was starting to get the idea
about what was coming next--him. I stroked him with my hand and cooed,
“Baby, I want to suck you, would you like that?”