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Written by: cyrano Category: Fiction FUCKING PROFFESOR GIVEN I could hear them even before I turned my key in the lock. Those cackling hens were in my house again. Lately, it seems as if every time I look up these bitches have their feet under my table. When I entered the dining room, I could tell they'd been talking shit about me - again, their heads turning away in embarrassment. I was really beginning to resent everything about these pretentious skirts; they way they worked quotes from literature - which they assumed I haven't read - into conversations; their manhating diatribes every time one of them got dumped; especially the way they addressed each other by titles - professor this, doctor that. According to my wife - professor Thomas - it was a necessary sign of respect. Well, considering the fact that I built this house, I ought to be entitled to some damn respect too. "Hey Earl," said professor Given, giggling and turning beet red. Yeah, they'd been talking about me. That's Mr. Earl to you, bitch. "Hey yourself, professor." I was feeling conflicted. I couldn't stand this bitch but I wanted to fuck her in the worst way. "Your dinner is in the oven, honey," my wife said. She, also, had the guilty look of someone who'd been telling tales out school. "I'll eat later. I have some work to finish first. Good evening, ladies," I said on my way to my study. The only work I had to finish was the work on my dick. Another boner raising image of prof Given flashed into my brain: she's waddling onto my patio, her basketball sized ass stuffed into a pair of khaki shorts. There's something about her bottom heavy, dwarf-like build that sends blood surging into my dick. She's starred in more of my jerkoff sessions than I care to admit, but I have no doubt that she's a dyke. My wife won't be convinced even though the truth is staring her in the face; the butch hairdo, the open toed sandals she wears everywhere, and the fact that she's always knocking men is prove enough for me. Still, the thought of that ass bouncing up and down on my dick, swaying to some inaudible beat, was making me rock hard. Lez porn was on the docket in honor of prof. Given. A clip with a really hot Winona Ryder look- a-like jumped out at me.I lotioned up and was ready to go. Action! Winona, in her early twenties, was going to work on some ole broad in her fifties. All you could see was Ole Broad's crotch, and it was definitely old school - wild and wooly. Winona was alternately licking and sucking on Ole Broad's clit, the clearly intense pleasure lifting Ole Broad's ass off the sheets. It was a little distracting that Winona had to keep pushing Ole Broad's right leg away from the camera - Ole Broad was definitely in a fuck-the-camera grip of passion. At least this was the real deal; none of that fake gonzo shit passing itself off as homemade. This was going in my collection. Winona stuck two fingers in Ole Broad and started working her g-spot. Her fingers started to glisten immediately, and soon rivulets were running down her fingers to wet the sheets. DAMN THIS WAS HOT! The ball of a vibrator appeared into view just above the clit. Ole Broad started to rock, and I could see her stomach muscles contract as if she was being jolted by electricity. She brought her knees back to her chest, her stubby toes blocking the camera... WHAT THE FUCK? I KNOW THOSE TOES! "Hi, Earl. What brings you to our campus." My wife was out of town for a conference, so she knew I wasn't looking for Karen. "You thinking of going back to school?" "No. I'll stick to construction," I said pulling out my phone. This is why I'm here. Just giving you a little heads-up," I added, handing her the damning evidence. "I don't want to look at your porn, Earl," she said turning up her lip shoving my phone back at me. "You just rather star in it." "What? That's not me." "Come on, professor. Don't even try to bullshit me. If I can recognize you, I know at least a half a dozen coeds can ID that snatch. Come on, admit it. A new pool of freshmen come through here every year. I know you've taken a little dip now and then." "Is this some bumbling attempt at blackmail. You know I don't have any money." "I don't need your money, professor. I just want a private show with you and Winona here." "Fuck you, Earl. That's not going to happen." At least she was no longer denying it. "I don't know, professor. Do you really want to risk this cushy gig and all the tight, young perks that come with it?" I start heading for the door. "Wait." Now the tears were flowing." If Karen only knew what a pig your really are..." "Oh, she knows, professor. You don't hesitate to remind her every chance you get. Why would this surprise her? So are you in?" "My friend would never agree to do this," she said shaking her head and wiping her nose. "Be persuasive, professor. It's only your career on the line." "Ladies," I said as they entered the room. I went all out and reserved a suite for the weekend. "Hi, I'm Earl," I said extending my hand to Winona. She looked at it as if I was cupping shit in it. "Jill." Yeah, right. "Let's get something straight up front. I'm doing this for Carla; you're not laying a finger on me." "You got me all wrong, girl. I've got nothing but mad respect for you and your skills. I just want to see you work up close and personal. The professor is the only one getting fucked." "Nooooo,", came a plaintive wail from the professor. "That's not part of the deal." "Yeeees," I replied."It is." "You're right, Carla, he is a pig. You don't have to do this." "No you don't. So what's it going to be, Carla?" After a little hesitation, she started to undress. "You too, " I said to Jill. "Me too, What? I'm not stripping." "Yes, you are. Don't give me that false modesty bullshit. You were butt naked to millions; I want the same show." I looked over to the professor. "Please, honey," she pleaded. Let's just get this over with." I involuntarily drew in a sharp intake of breath as Jill stood before me naked. The video didn't do her justice; she was airbrush flawless. I wanted to pull out my dick right then and start beating off. She started off kissing the professor and reassuring her, relaxing her with every caress. My pulse picked up watching her work. "Yeah, Jill," I said softly. This is why I insisted on you. You're a master. I could tell from the video you get off on the power. You know you're in absolute control. She doesn't even care that I'm in the room anymore. I bet you could get this bitch off in Times Square." As I egged her on, admiring her work, she picked up the pace. I'd guessed right about Jill being an exhibitionist. She was really getting off on a live audience. "Look how you've got her squirming." The sucking and licking sounds were pounding in my ears. "She's over fifty and you've got her as dripping wet as a blushing teenager. Goddamn! girl you're good." Jill lifted her head up from between the professor's thighs, her face coated with sweat and pussy. She was looking me right in the eye. "Work that bitch," I commanded as she shoved her fingers into the professors pussy. Our eyes locked as she worked prof. Given's g-spot. "On my life, I've never seen anybody as good as you." The professor started mumbling something and started jerking. She was in a full blown orgasm. I removed my clothes and stood there naked, my dick at full staff, staring at Jill. The professor had stopped shaking but was still breathing heavily. I grabbed my dick and started stroking it. "You want to touch it, Jill?" "No!" the professor protested. "Shut the fuck up! In fact, I don't even want you looking over here. Turn around and put you're ass in the air." After she complied, I was shocked at how beautiful her ass was; It was a smooth as a teenagers. The only mar being an unruly bush running up the crack of her ass. "It's okay, Jill. I'm not putting a move on you. Haven't you ever wondered what it would feel like to have one of these between your legs? It's okay. Come on." She was beside me know. she reached down and tentatively wrapped her hand around my dick. It jumped at her touch. "You feel the blood pumping through it? Go ahead get a good grip. Yeah. You want know why men act the way we do? It's that. The feeling of power surging through our dicks. The anticipation of plowing something like that." I motioned to the professor's ass in front of us. I know you feel passion for that pussy, but wouldn't you, just once, like to fuck that bitch 'til her eyes roll back in her head?" Jill was now jerking my dick like it was her own. Well, have a seat, Jill," I said tossing my head toward the chair. "It's showtime." "Oh, shit!" I exclaimed as I thrust deep into prof. Given's cunt. "Jill you did a great job. This bitch is soaking wet." I grabbed the professor's hair at the nape of her neck. "Does this remind you of daddy? Huh? Or was it uncle Joe?" The tears starting streaming down her face. "What tore you up more: the monster ripping into you, or the feelings of pleasure rippling through your cunt?" My thrust's were deep and rapid now. "Is that why you've been repulsed by dick all these years?" I look over to Jill who was on her heels in the chair, back arched, and just abusing her pussy; fingers balled at the joint rubbing and bopping her clit. Our eyes locked. "I wish you could feel this, Jill. The pussy don't lie. You hear that sucking sound? It's like her pussy is giving me head." Jill's orgasm knocked her back into the chair, leaving her shuddering and convulsing. I turned my attention back to the professor. I started slapping her ass red and pumping with all my might, the slapping and squishing sounds sending me into euphoria. "Get over here, Jill!" I commanded. "Give this bitch a money shot," I said pointing my head to my dick. She took me out and started jerking my dick really hard and fast. The stream of cum went clear up the the professor's back producing a look of delight on Jill's face. I gripped her shoulder firmly. "Good job," I said proudly. We were going to have a lot more fun together. 1 You might like one of the following stories: My Stepsister(46 minutes)Fantasy - Consensual Sex, Dom / sub, Erotica, First Time, Lesbian, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Romance, School, Teen There may be some spelling and grammar errors as I'm not the best proof reader so if you see any drop a comment and I'll correct it. 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