Biology 101

[Ragingbull]

Professor Mike

I desperately wanted to stay and shower with her, to let her suck and fuck me until I couldn’t walk, which I was sure she was capable of doing. But I knew if I did I would definitely become putty in her hands. I needed to maintain some semblance of authority and control or she would own me. With all the willpower I could muster I gave her tits one last squeeze, then grabbed my clothes and began to dress… “Sorry, Sandy, but I have a quiz to prepare. If I were you I’d go home and study. My quiz will be hard… very hard. Don’t forget to stop by in the morning so I can show you how hard it’s going to be.”… I kissed her on the cheek and pressed my hand between her legs, letting my fingers trail across her gooey pussy and clit before pulling them away. I turned around and left with my cock throbbing in my trousers….
The next morning I waited in my office until 15 minutes before class. Sandy was a no show. I grabbed my briefcase and headed down the hall towards the classroom. About halfway there I saw her burst through the door and come running down the hall… “I hope you studied. Last night only got you to a ‘B’. You forgot to turn in your extra credit this morning.”… Sandy looked around to make sure no one was watching, then grabbed my arm and pulled my into the ladies room.

 

[mya]

Sandy's anger carries her through Mikie's lesson

I opened my eyes and peeked at my clock…there were no red numbers glowing at me. I reached for my watch and checked the time. SHIT, I had 30 minutes before Mike’s class. I knew I’d be in big trouble for missing our appointment, let alone getting to class late. I threw on my cutoffs with the holes in the ass and slipped into my tank top as I hopped down the hall pulling my runners on. It turned out the whole dorm had lost power due to some major electrical problem and I was not the only one who had slept in. I jogged all the way heading straight for Mike’s office. He was striding down the hall looking none too pleased. He barely glanced at me as he matter-of-factly said, "I hope you studied. Last night only got you to a ‘B’. You forgot to turn in your extra credit this morning," over his shoulder.

The SOB wasn’t even prepared to let me give my side of the story first? Even after all we’d shared? Even after I’d more than earned that ‘A’ he so carelessly turned to a ‘B’? All be cause me and the rest of the on-campus student population had slept in due to the University’s own power problem? Instantly, he’d made me mad. I curled my fingers around his arm and dragged him behind me. "Fuck you Professor!" I started the anger evident in my low hard tone. "No wait, I already did!" I hauled him into the Ladies Room because it was convenient and more private than the hallway. I shoved him into a cubicle and followed him inside. It was tight quarters and I was forced to press my body against his, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis in order to close the door behind us. I hauled my top off, exposing my pebbled nipples, my chest expanding deeply as my anger raged in me. "So Mikie, you like these girls don’t ya!" I undid my shorts and let them fall to the floor. Mike dropped his briefcase to the floor. "And my sweet young gash? Did it keep you awake last night dreaming of infusing it with your ‘vast knowledge’ yet again? You want it so bad, that when I accidentally slept in and missed your beckoning this morning you decided to screw me with my grades eh? Well SCREW YOU MIKIE! I hope a man of your advanced age can perform under pressure, because I believe we have about 10 FUCKING MINUTES to do this!"

My lips met his in an angry kiss. His lips opened wide to take all that I was giving. My hands nimbly opened his belt, followed by his fly, and my hands slipped his pants and underwear over his hips in one fell movement. My hand grasped his cock and stroked it hard and fast. It was already stiffening so I knew my body was having it’s desired effect. The anger abated as our kiss continued. Finally I ripped my lips from his and commanded, "Touch me! Oh God Mikie touch my nipples!" My hands pressed his shoulders backward and he was forced to sit on the can. I straddled my hips over his lap and eased my body down over his huge hard cock. "Fuck me Mikie, fuck me good." I sank onto his pole, swallowing him deep inside me. My tits quivered before him as his thumbs stroked my hard nipples. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sweet sensations his thumb stroking were sending through my body. I refrained from riding his cock, merely squeezing it tight as it rested deep inside me. I opened my eyes to issue my last order for the morning, "I do believe I am now cramming you sufficiently into my tight little cunt. In return, you WILL give me that fucking ‘A’ grade, right Mikie?" It was not really a question at all. "Otherwise, I’ll be forced to withdraw from your class. And you’ll be forced to withdraw from my cunt and you will never ever see it or feel it again. AND wifey will get a copy of my withdrawal papers, or more accurately YOUR withdrawal papers. I got some great pics of your cock withdrawing from my pussy last night Mikie. I think your wife would love to see them if I don’t get an ‘A’, don’t you?" His fingers continued there gentle teasing of my nipples. My body was quickly wanting more. I held him deep inside me, desperate to fuck his beautiful cock, but knowing I had to wait until he submitted to my ultimatum. I prayed he would, because I knew I’d have a hell of a time walking away now.

 

[Ragingbull]

Professor Mikie

I was stunned by the rough manner in which she pushed me into the stall. She ripped off her shorts and top. Before I could react, she pressed up against me, shoved her lips against mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Her hands quickly pushed down my trousers and wrapped around my growing cock. She was determined to fuck me… "Touch me! Oh God Mikie touch my nipples!"… I was about to object, to tell her we had to get to class, but she pushed me back on the stall. Why was I letting her manhandle me like this? I was about to grab her and throw her out when she swung her legs over me and impaled herself on my cock in one swift motion… "Fuck me Mikie, fuck me good."… My hands moved to her tits as if they had a mind of their own. I shouldn’t be doing this. I needed to stop it immediately. The only problem was that she had her pussy wrapped tightly around my cock and I didn’t have the willpower to pull away. Her cunt muscles massaged me as she held my manhood deep inside her steamy chamber. She was saying something about an ‘A’ and my wife, but all I could concentrate on was her hot juicy pussy wrapped around my cock. I nodded my head agreeing to whatever she was asking, which must have been the right thing to do because she started fucking me like a woman possessed. She screamed and yelled, demanding I do all kinds of nasty things to her as she wildly bounced up and down on my throbbing fuck pole. I slid my hands around behind her and dug my fingers into the cleft of her ass to guide her fucking motions. Juices poured from her cunt and dripped down my balls… “Oh god yeah… fuck my cock… fuck me with your pussy… that’s it, baby… harder… oh shit…”… Her tits were bouncing in my face. I bit down against her nipple and sucked it deep into my mouth. She dropped down on my cock and rubbed her clit hard against the base. I could feel her body trembling and knew she was about to explode. I pushed my cock up into her as deep as I could, grinding it hard against her. Cum was churning in my balls. I lifted her up and slammed her back down hard on my cock sending us both into a tailspin of orgasm. Thick hot cream mixed with her love juice and poured from her cunt over my cock and down my balls. We desperately clung to each other’s glistening body until we were both drained.

 

[mya]

We both finished our orgasms, and with little time to spare, I cleaned Mikie up with some tissue, finishing off the last touches with my tongue. I stood up and with my glistening snatch before his eyes, dried my own twat off with toilet paper. Slipping quickly into my shorts and T-shirt, I slipped from the stall. As I was washing my hands, the professor slipped from the Ladies can, just as another student left the other stall. I chuckled as I saw the red blush on his cheeks.

Hurrying up, not wanting to be too late for the quiz Mikie had insisted I at least attend, I hurried after him. Slipping into my now usual seat right before his desk in the front row, he was already passing out the quizzes to the rest of the class. For once he didn't admonish me for being late. Perhaps there were some added benefits for quickies with the Prof before class!

As Mikie reached me and handed me a paper, I let my fingers graze his as my shoulder nudged his groin. He jumped back like I'd touched him with fire. I grinned up at him. He glared back at me. Checking his watch he said, "OK class, you've got 30 minutes." He strode back to his seat behind the desk, and I looked at him and blew him a kiss. I didn't bother with the pretense of writing on my paper. "Miss Leighton! Stop day dreaming and get writing!" he admonished. I rolled my eye balls at him, and looked down at the questions before me.

Question 10 caught my eye: When an egg and sperm come together at fertilization they form a a. blastula b. gamete c. puppy d. zygote . I didn’t bother circling an answer, instead I wrote in my own, (e) an incredible mind blowing, body shaking orgasm—don’t you agree? And Question 11 asked: The cells within the testes that undergo meiosis are called: a). spermatid b). oocytes c). ootid d). spermatocytes to which I wrote (3) delicious! After the last question, I wrote, "See you at the Beauty Parlor Lover…my next show is Thursday night. Feel free to call me at home 354-7669 or stop by my dorm room #469 to deliver my grade in person. XOXO"

I went up to Mikie’s desk before any other student had finished the exam. I handed it to Mike with a wink and a grin. I leaned over to let him peek down my shirt and see my boobs—my nipples were still hard from the earlier make-out session. I also whispered in his ear. "I’ll see you soon Lover." I turned, and with an exaggerated wiggle to my walk, I left the lecture threatre to head for my bed and a few more zzzzzzzzzs.

 

[Ragingbull]

Professor Mike is Pissed

I was pissed. Sandy hadn’t bothered to complete any questions on the test except for a few which she mocked. She hadn’t studied at all. This was not our deal. I had agreed to give her an ‘A’, but she was supposed to at least try. She might have a hot pussy, but I was not going to be played for a fool. Yeah, I was going to stop by her dorm room to deliver her grade in person and also to teach her she better not fuck with me…
It was mid afternoon when I finished teaching my last class. I headed across campus to Bush Hall. Her room was on the fourth floor. I bounded up the stairs. The door was closed. A sign on the outside said “Do not disturb. Pornographic movie in the making.” A cartoon beneath it showed a large bull snorting and huffing as he humped a smiling heifer spread out below him. I had Sandy’s test in one hand as I threw open the door. I slammed it behind me. She looked up at me from her seat behind the computer and gave me one of her patented wicked smiles. She was about to say something clever, but I beat her to it… “Just who the fuck do you think you are.”… I threw the test papers at her… “What is this crap. You’re fucking with the wrong Professor, girl.”… I grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the chair throwing her back against the desk… “You’re going to take the test again. And this time you’re going to do it right.”

 

[mya]

Sandy

As Mikie slammed into my room, my excitement raced through my body. It had been much too long since we’d fucked. I grinned at him, sure he’d come for more. But he merely began his tirade, as he stomped over to me, grabbed my arm and slammed me against the desk. "Just who the fuck do you think you are. What is this crap. You’re fucking with the wrong Professor, girl." The picture of the naked and sexy blonde tied up and tormented by her captor flickered on the computer screen behind me.

My arm hurt where he’d grabbed me, but my flesh tingled in anticipation too. "Jesus Mikie, lighten up! We had a deal, I let you "cram" me full of your raging hard-on, in return you give me the ‘A’ grade I need. I have upheld my part of the bargain, not once, not twice, but 3 times—so there was really no need for me to waste time on that stupid test. Unless I am indeed ‘fucking the wrong Professor’? Perhaps I need to take the pictures from the other night, where I might remind you that your dick was once again buried in my hot cunt, to prim and proper Dean Nodippinthewick? Hmmmmmmmm? Do you think I’m stupid Mikie? Shit I’ve done all that you’ve asked of me…the blowjob in your office, the fuck at the Beauty Parlor, and the ‘cram’ session in the ladies can this morning. Yet you continue to screw me around for the stupid fuckin’ little ‘A’ on that stupid fuckin’ little quiz! I know where you live and I know that you wife is home everyday in time for afternoon tea. Maybe she’d like a little girl company for a tea party. I have some hot pictures of you that I’m sure she would like to see!"

I leaned against with my ass against the computer desk, my chest heaving even as my nipples hardened, as I put on my show of bravado for Professor Pederson. But his face just got redder and his respiration rate increased. Hell, even the hold on my arm tightened. Who knew the mild Mike Pederson could get so angry? "Mikie, let go. You’re hurting me!" I whined.

 

[Ragingbull]

Professor Mike

I was boiling inside with rage. She knew just how to push my buttons, how to get a reaction out of me. She could make me crazy to fuck her, then turn around and make me shake with anger. Right now I was feeling both extremes. Her entire being exuded sexuality, almost as if she were begging for someone to stuff a cock up her pussy. On the other hand her taunts and threats made me want to turn her over my knee and spank her like a little girl. I glanced down at her computer screen and realized she was watching S&M porn. Somehow the thought of Sandy being punished and then fucked caused my cock to twitch and blood to boil… “You think you can threaten me and get away with it? You really think my wife or anyone else cares who I fuck?”… I spun her around, twisting her arm behind her back and forcing her to bend over the desk. Her firm ass cheeks pressed tightly against the skimpy cutoffs. I bent over her and shoved my hand under her top. I squeezed her nipple hard between my thumb and forefinger until I was sure she could feel the pain. I ground my hard cock against her ass cheeks… “You want something to tell the little missus about, sweetheart. You want to tell her about how Professor Mike took advantage of his poor little student, how he made her suck his cock and then how he fucked her.”… I pinched her other nipple until she shrieked… “You’ve been a bad girl, Sandy. A very bad girl. And now I’m going to have to punish you.”… I grabbed her hair and pulled her upright while keeping her arm behind her back…. “Now show me you can be a good girl and push down you shorts.”… I pulled her hair until it hurt and pushed the arm further up her back wrenching it hard… “DO IT.”… Her hands fumbled with the snaps. She pushed down and squeezed them over her ass cheeks. She was wearing a pair of tiny thong panties that barely covered her pussy and nothing else. I pushed her back over the desk, continuing to hold her arm so she couldn’t move. I took my bare hand and smacked her hard across her naked cheeks, then again and again. I let up on her arm and put my hand on the small of her back to hold her down. My hand crashed against her bare ass yet again, only this time I held it there rubbing my fingers against the thin material covering her pussy. I lifted my hand one more time and smacked her ass as hard as I could. She let out a small shriek, but my fingers could feel her pussy leaking like crazy.

 

[mya]

Mike caught me off guard when he twisted my arm behind my back and splayed me over the desk containing the S&M movie I’d been enjoying via the internet. There was no way he wouldn’t notice the blonde, rope tied over and between her tits and then between her slippery cunt lips as she moaned with pleasure each time her captor tugged the rough rope. I enjoyed her show more now that I had Mike’s cock straining against my ass. I felt sure he wouldn’t be able to refrain from fucking me for very long. Even encased in his jeans, I could feel the hardness of his cock against my ass and it was all the evidence I needed to know he was turned on too. Even though he was turned on, he continued to growl his anger at me. I guess I’d obviously touched a nerve there when I mentioned wifey and Dean Nodippinthewick. Mike held me tight in the submissive position. If I moved, pain shot through my shoulder. So I remained still, sure he’d let me go any second.

I never expected the quickness with which he pinched my left nipple—HARD! "Ouch!" I yelped. But even as the pain receded, an exciting warmth filled my nipple. Mike slipped his hand past the first nipple, grabbing the second and then pinched it harder than even the first and adding a twist for good measure. I squealed again. The pain burned for a few seconds, only to subside and be replace with a warmth that had my body tingling. I could feel my pussy juices saturating my thong even now. Damn, but Professor Pederson knew just how to get my body going. He was neither finished with is tirade, nor apparently contented with the nipple torture he’d just delivered. He grabbed and pulled my hair mercilessly as he continued, "You’ve been a bad girl, Sandy. A very bad girl. And now I’m going to have to punish you. Now show me you can be a good girl and push down you shorts." But even as my scalp stung, I felt a fresh trickle of pussy juice drench my thong. I had very little choice but to comply—then again, though I had no intention of telling the Professor, I wanted to comply. So I shimmied out of my tight shorts, letting them drop to the floor at my ankles.

I could hardly believe he was really spanking me! I hadn’t been spanked since I was 5, and that was by my dad. I yelped as he swatted my ass harder. And this spanking hurt too! I could feel the heat from his spanking radiating from the skin on my butt cheeks as he continued with his swats. Not satisfied, he held me down and spanked harder still…the loud SMACK echoed in the small room. I yelped. Mike used the opportunity to slip his finger inside my thong and into my slit. I knew he could feel the slippery mess he’d created. Damn, he knew just how he was affecting me. I was going to have a tough time denying I’d enjoyed his punishment. I decided to stay silent and let him think what he wanted. There was no way I was going to tell him I liked it out loud! And there was no was I was going to beg him for that beautiful cock—no matter how desperately I wanted it. He could spank me till the cows came home if necessary. Thank God, he was at least leaving my nipples alone or I was very much afraid I’d lose my resolve.

Just then the blonde on the computer began to beg, "Please Sir, please. I’ll be a good girl. Please Sir, fuck my pussy, let me cum. I need to cummmmmm so bad!" she whined. I rolled my eyes, bit my lower lip, and kept repeating silently to myself. "You will not beg like that shameless slut…you will not beg like that shameless slut…" Mikie fumbled with one hand and opened his pants freeing his erection. I knew this because suddenly I felt his hard smooth cock sliding against the valley of my butt cheeks. My red thong still blazed the trail to my wet pussy, and his finger continued to test it’s slipperiness.

 

[Ragingbull]

Professor Mikie

I could tell she wanted it and bad. I dug my fingers around inside her hot pussy then slid my cock up and down between her ass cheeks. She pushed back towards me, trying to draw my cock into her dripping fuck hole. I was tempted, but I hadn’t finished punishing her yet. I wanted her to beg for it like the girl in the video. I leaned forward and slid my hands over her tits, gently massaging her tender nipples with my fingers. I teased her pussy and clit with the head of my cock, then slid it back up between her ass cheeks… “You like being punished, don’t you Sandy. It makes your pussy all wet and gooey inside. And now you’re dying for me to stuff my big cock up your cunt. Well, you’re going to have to beg for it.”… I pinched her nipples hard, twisting them until she squealed with a mixture of pain and pleasure… “I can’t hear you, Sandy. Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to feel my throbbing meat slide inside you and fill up your empty cunt?”… I moved one of my hands to the back of her head and pulled hard on her hair, forcing her face upward. I leaned over further and sunk my teeth into the side of her neck nearly breaking the skin. The fingers and thumb of my other hand continued to twist and pull on her nipple. I let my cock slide between her legs until the length of my shaft pushed inside the thin material of her panties and rubbed across her juicy slit. I fucked it back and forth, careful not to let it push inside… “All you have to do is say ‘please’, Sandy… ‘please fuck me’. And if you don’t, I might have to spank you again. But you might enjoy that too much.”… I bit her ear lobe and rubbed my bulging head across her clit. She tried to move so that my cock would push into her gushing pussy, but I held back. The truth is, I needed it as much as she did. My balls were churning with cum. It wouldn’t take much more for me to shoot my load right there inside her panties. But I wasn’t about to let her know that… “Maybe I’ll just zip up and leave. That’ll give you some time to think about what you could have had.”… I gave her tit one last hard squeeze and started to pull away. I didn’t know if she would call my bluff. I certainly knew I wouldn’t be able to just turn around and walk out the door.

 

[mya]

Sandy...finally begs

I didn’t want to beg…I DIDN’T! I held my lower lip tightly between my teeth, even as Mike’s cock teased my arching pussy mercilessly. Even as his hands reached for my nipples again, first softly massaging and then cruelly pinching them. I longed to cry out with pain, but then I knew all hope of not begging would be lost. Then he threatened to spank my ass again. A new trickle of juice slid out of my pussy, drenching his teasing dick head. The touch of his cock on my clit was almost more than I could stand. He said all I had to do was plead with him, to beg him. That wasn’t so hard to do. Dammit, I was not going to give Mike the upper hand in this sexual game of give and take we’d been playing for days now. I bit my lip harder, even as he had my hair in hand and my head tugged back. My taut red pert nipples jutted outward. Damn but the sight of them, reddened from his rough touch was driving me crazier.

Mike began to pull away, his cock slipped from my clit. His hand slid across my nipple as it withdrew. And his words echoed in my ears, "Maybe I’ll just zip up and leave. That’ll give you some time to think about what you could have had."

"Fuck you Mike!" I leveled at him in my desperate frustration. He laughed, then slapped my ass hard before shoving his hard cock back in his pants and carefully zipping the fly. He was turning on his heel and heading for the door. I barely noticed the stinging pain in my ass from his most recent slap, the blood pumped in my ears as my body wanted his more than anything, and he was just walking away. "PLEASE," I cried out. He stopped in his tracks, but did not turn around. "Please fuck me Mike," I finished in a much softer voice. He turned around and when our eyes met, he asked, "What was that Sandy? I didn’t hear you."

I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my red drenched thong, and as I slipped it over my hips, I repeated in a louder, firmer voice, "I said, PLEASE…FUCK…ME…MIKE."

He took two steps closer. "Tell me what you want Sandy, beg for it little slut." I shuddered, closed my eyes and answered, "Please Mike, please fuck me. Please ram that enormous cock into me. I need you so bad. I can’t stand it. I’ll die if you don’t take me. Please Mike, please fuck me." He took two steps closer. Would he fuck me now? Oh God, I hoped so. Was he going to add to his list of demands before fucking me? I just hoped to hell that he wouldn’t leave me high and dry. Or more accurately high and sopping wet.

 

[Ragingbull]

Professor Mike

I zipped up and was starting to leave, or at least I was putting on a good show of it. It worked. She started to beg for my cock… "Please Mike, please fuck me. Please ram that enormous cock into me. I need you so bad. I can’t stand it. I’ll die if you don’t take me. Please Mike, please fuck me."… It was music to my ears. I made her beg some more, then told her if she wanted my cock so badly she was going to have to get on her knees and take it out for me. Rather than wait for her to do it I grabbed her hair and forced her down to her knees. Her hands quickly fumbled with the front of my jeans. She pulled them down and out popped my engorged manhood wavering in front of her face. Still holding onto her hair, I forced her to look up at me… “Your pussy is going to have to wait, sweetheart. Right now I want you to wrap those juicy lips of yours around my cock.”… I swiveled my hips back and forth slapping her in the face with my throbbing meat. Then, before she had a chance to react, I lined it up with her mouth and shoved hard between her lips, prying her mouth open… “Now suck it… suck it like the cock loving slut you are. NOW…”… I could feel her lips and tongue begin to respond. The pleasure was almost unbearable. She had no idea how close I was to filling her mouth with cum… “Oh baby… that’s it…. that’s a good girl… suck me good… aahhh…”

 

[mya]

Sandy...shows what a good girl she is

I landed roughly on my knees as Mike grabbed my hair and forced me down before him telling me to free his cock. My fingers fumbled working feverishly to free it—both for Mike’s sake and my own. He tugged back roughly on my hair and I winced as the pain stung my scalp. My eyes met his and he smiled smugly saying, "Your pussy is going to have to wait, sweetheart. Right now I want you to wrap those juicy lips of yours around my cock." He didn’t give me a chance to comply before he waved his hard-on in my face, and it slapped against my cheeks. Then roughly he shoved it into my parting lips…shoving it right down my throat as he opened my mouth wide with his thickness. I gagged briefly, not ready for the invasion. "Now suck it… suck it like the cock loving slut you are. NOW…"

I quickly caught my breath and began to suck his meat hard. My tongue laved the underside of his length. I sucked again and again with long pulls. His hand remained anchored in my hair, but it was not pulling at the moment. Instead he pressed his hips closer, forcing his cock as deep as possible. His eyes closed in pleasure as he murmured, "Oh baby… that’s it…. that’s a good girl… suck me good… aahhh…"

I sucked harder still, and slowly pulled my mouth off his length, only to slide my mouth back down again. I pulled back off slipping his erection from my mouth as my lips formed a tight sheath on his hard-on. He slammed his hips back against my mouth, shoving his meat deep down my throat. I sucked harder again…pulling again and again and again…my tongue rubbing against the vein on the underside of his shaft. My fingers reached up and squeezed his balls. The quivered in my hand. It would not be much longer and he’d be shooting his load down my throat. I sucked harder, eager to please him. Eager to please him so that he’d in turn please me. I sucked and pulled my mouth off, slamming back down. Mike used his hand in my hair to set the pace—it was fast and frantic. My fingers rolled his balls and then squeezed them.

His free hand reached down and ripped my T-shirt from my unbound tits. They bobbed free and naked before him. His balls tightened in my hand and I knew he was about to cum in my mouth. I sucked harder prepared for the blast. Mike groaned with pleasure as the first shot of cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed rapidly as copious amounts splashed forward. He pulled viciously at my hair, tugging my head off his still spurting cock. His spunk showered my face and tits with his jism. Strings dripped from my chin to my chest. The white goo trickled over one hard extended nipple. I watched as Mike staked a primeval claim on my body. It turned me on further.

"I was a good girl…wasn’t I Mikie?" I asked, fully expecting he’d agree. "Please make me cum now Mikie!" I begged yet again, desperate for my own orgasm now that he’d had his.

 

[Ragingbull]

Professor Mikie

Her lips and mouth worked my cock like a vacuum cleaner. I could feel her tongue swirl around the bulging ridges and veins. Her throat muscles massaged me as she took me deep, then spit me out only to suck me deep again. Our eyes locked when I looked down and saw my cock firmly embedded between her lips. She knew I was close and moved her hand up to gently caress my balls while she continued to aggressively suck and slurp on my cock. Her eyes bore into mine begging me to finish, begging to taste my cum. I was unable to hold back any longer. My balls shrunk and my cock swelled as hot liquid surged through its length. My head started spinning. I could feel every ounce of energy rush to my groin… “Oh god… I’m going to cum… oh… oh… nowwwwwww… UUUNNNGGGGHHH… AAAAAAAHHHHHHH…”
Hot thick cream erupted from my cock and exploded against the roof of Sandy’s mouth. I pushed deeper and unleashed a second blast of cum into her mouth. Her eyes never left mine as she continued to suck and swallow while I continued to fill her mouth. Some of it dribbled from her lips and dripped onto her tits. At last I was drained. She continued to suck me as I started to wilt in her mouth… "I was a good girl…wasn’t I Mikie?"…
There was no doubt about that, but I was too exhausted to answer. My legs were weak and I could barely stand… "Please make me cum now Mikie!"…
My cock fell from her mouth. I leaned back against the desk trying to collect my thoughts. Sandy stood and put a hand on my shoulder and, with her other hand, guided mine between her legs. My fingers quickly found her moist folds. Once again she begged me to make her to cum. I pushed her over towards the bed, pushing her back on it. I looked down on her naked body. Her gorgeous tits pointed up at me. Between her open legs was a golden triangle with glistening lips folded open through the forest of blond curls. I climbed between her legs and clamped my mouth over her swollen mound. My tongue pushed into her juicy slit. She threw her legs over my shoulders and wrapped them around my neck, pulling my face tight against her pussy. I continued to suck and slurp her sweet nectar as she humped my face.

 

[mya]

Sandy

A sigh of relief escaped my mouth as Mike steered my overheated body to the bed and clambered between my thighs. Of their own volition, my legs slipped slipped over his shoulders, drawing him closer to my wet and needy sex. As his fingers opened my folds and his tongue entered me, I groaned with deep pleasure. My legs clamped tighter as his mouth suctioned against my clit and his tongue teased it mercilessly.

My fingers clenched in the bedding at my sides as my hips lifted and rocked against Mike’s invading and talented tongue. My breasts quivered as shivers of delight ran through my flesh. "Ohhhhhhhhh MIK—IE," I moaned as his tongue slipped deep into my love canal. My hips writhed against his face, grinding to force his tongue where I needed it the most. I humped my hips harder and faster, the volume of my moans increasing to the point I knew they could be heard outside of my dorm room, "OHHHHHHHHHHH MIKKKKKK—IE! Yes, yes, yes, YES, YES…OH FUCK YES!" My body tensed and jerked against his tongue, and suddenly a gush of wetness slipped over Mike’s tongue as I came hard. He continued to lap at my clit, drawing my orgasm out longer, driving me wild. My thighs clamped tighter against his shoulders and neck, locking him against me. As the pleasure burst in a crescendo, my thighs finally relaxed and I lay spent and weak upon the bed. My fingers clenched in his hair and pulled him up to lay beside me while I recovered from the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just given me with only his mouth. One thing for certain, I could attest to the fact that Professor Mike sure knew his biology.

Mike cradled me silently in his arms, his hand cupping one of my breasts, stroking it slowly and absently. It sure felt nice. With my typical self-confidence, my lips trailed kisses up neck, over his jaw, and to his ear to whisper. "That was good Professor. Now about that little test you mentioned that I would have to take again when you slammed in to this room this afternoon, surely you were jesting. Afterall, we both know you’re going to give me that ‘A’ grade in the end anyway. And you won’t be able to resist coming back to me for a lot more sex along the way too. So there is no way you will be able to give me anything but an ‘A’ grade. So why don’t you just drop the little hysterics over whether or not I actually write answers on to a test paper or not. I was there, at class, by all appearances writing an exam. Surely that is enough lover." My tongue delved into his ear, softly tracing the shell of his ear, my palm slowly trailing over his chest, my fingers stopping to flick his little pebbled nipples. My actions a promise of more good times to come if he’d just give me what I wanted.

 

[Ragingbull]

Professor Mike

Sandy’s was ready to explode the second my tongue touched the searing folds of her pussy and swollen nub of her clit. She bucked up against me and pulled my mouth tight against her dripping fuck hole. I clamped my lips around her puffy peach and started slurping and sucking her juicy nectar. She went crazy and was slamming her pussy against my face. She screamed so loud the entire floor could hear her… "OHHHHHHHHHHH MIKKKKKK—IE! Yes, yes, yes, YES, YES…OH FUCK YES!"… Juices were gushing from her cunt and pouring into my mouth as she came hard. She jerked, bucked and thrashed around on the bed screaming obscenities and clutching the bed sheets. Her juices were smeared all over my lips and mouth and were trickling down my chin. I kept my lips clamped to her pussy until her orgasm finally began to wane. I continued licking her quivering lips as she collapsed back on the bed in a whimper. I climbed up her body and pulled her close, gently caressing her breast as her breathing became steadier. My cock had grown hard again and I was sure she could feel it twitching against her lower stomach. Sandy kissed up my neck and around to my ear, then started trying to sweet talk me into giving her a break on the test. She pushed her tongue into my ear and tweaked my nipples, both of which always drive me crazy. I felt my cock twitch again. I pulled her over on top of me. Her tits hung down towards my face as she straddled me. She slowly moved her ass down my body until my cock pressed against her pussy. She rubbed her juicy folds across the swollen head of my throbbing manhood while looking down at me with her hard nipples only inches from my mouth. She knew she had me where she wanted me. I made a feeble attempt at maintaining the upper hand… “Fuck me, Sandy… fucke me and then we’ll talk about it.”

 

[mya]

Sandy

My how quickly things had changed as Mikie begged, "Fuck me, Sandy… fuck me and then we’ll talk about it."

I held off fucking the massive cock even though I badly wanted to. The professor had fucked me lots already and all I had to show for it was a re-write on a quiz. I continued to rub against his cock creating a delightful friction in my clit. It felt really good. I had to get an agreement from Mikie before I fucked him this time.

"Oh baby, I have fucked you…several times in fact. But even with that I have yet to get my damn ‘A’. You’d think it was a big fuckin’ deal the way you keep withholding it from me." My tongue reached out and flicked his nipple again. His groans were music to my ears.

"Now Baby…Mikie…Professor," I began, stopping momentarily to allow my teeth to raked his pebbled nipple and his hips bucked against me. "As I was saying Mikie…no ‘A’, no fuck. What’s it to be? Shall I get up and call security to take away my Professor whose been using his power over poor little innocent me to garner sexual favours? And I swear to God, your dick will never get inside me again." Mikie’s hands squeezed my tits and it felt sooooo good, but I was careful not to let on how excited it was making me. I pulled his hands off my boobs as I continued, "Your hands will never touch my sweet globes again. Not unless you give me a promise this time Mikie. Promise me that fuckin’ ‘A’ grade. I have more than earned it. It’s just a stupid quiz worth only 10% of my grade anyway. Who cares? Just do it. Promise me Mikie!"

My tongue lapped at his other nipple as my hand closed over his shaft, squeezing it hard. I held it firmly and rubbed my juicy clit over it. God I was hot…I needed to fuck him bad. I had to hold out. I only hoped he’d make that promise soon…before I gave away the game.

 

[Ragingbull]

Professor Mike

She was torturing me as her pussy teased my cock which was in desperate need of relief. Her tongue darted across my nipple only adding to my sexual excitement. My hands were all over her tits, my fingers pinching her swollen nipples. My cock was throbbing with need. I had to get it into her pussy and fast… “Yeah, okay… oh god Sandy… fuck me… you can have an ‘A’ this time. Just fuck me. Do it now.”… Sandy placed my cock at the entrance to her womanly treasures, then slowly impaled herself on its length. I could feel the smooth walls of her pussy grip me as I slid deeper and deeper into her steamy chamber. She started grinding against me, rubbing her clit hard over the base of my engorged shaft. My hands kneaded her tits. I could see wild lust in her eyes. She needed my cock as much as I needed her pussy. I pushed up hard into her driving my manhood deep into her belly. We continued to grind against each other as she held me deep in her hot chamber, her cunt walls gripping me tightly… “Oh baby… that’s it… feels so good… oh yeah… fuck me… fuck me with your hot pussy… oh god…”

 

[mya]

Sandy

I squeezed Mike’s cock tight inside my vagina, grinding again and again against his cock. The rubbing, a pleasure in my clit as his thick long cock sent sweet sensations deep inside me. Mike’s hands kneading my tits was more than I could stand. I rode him harder and faster, my hair a tumbled mass around my face. And before long his spunk was shooting deep inside me as I continued to squeeze him tight and ride his hardness. As my own orgasm spread through me, my whole body quivered and I cried out, "OHHHH MIKIEEEEEEEEEEE…THAT IS SO FUCKIN’ GOOD…SO GOOD. DON’T STOP…DON’T EVER FUCKIN’ STOP!"

My body was spent, and I collapsed atop Mike’s hot body to slumber in his arms. I did not awaken until he rolled me off of him. With a quick kiss, he stood up and dressed as he explained, "My wife…you know. Well she’ll be expecting me home for dinner." He tucked his shirt tails in and then leaned over to sear my lips with his, his tongue delving deep for a hot kiss as his hand again roamed my right breast. His fingers rolled my still sensitive peak until it grew long and hard for him again. My arms wrapped around his neck and tried to pull him back down into the bed with me. Mike pinched that nipple hard, which only caused a flood of juices down my still damp thighs, as he broke the kiss. "I gotta go Baby. Wish I didn’t but I do." He planted one more kiss on my lips before turning on his heel to leave.

"Hey Mikie," I called to his back. "I’m dancing tonight…early show. 7:00 p.m. Just in case you want to know." He never acknowledged my words, so I had no idea if he’d be there or not. But until then, I figured I had enough time for a nap before my shower to get ready for work. I turned into my pillow, Mike’s scent still strong upon the cotton, and fell into a deep sleep where I dreamed of a certain professor spanking my bottom and twisting my nipples. I awoke with a raging need yet again. One that had to be fulfilled for now by my shower massage as I prepared for work.

 

[mya]

Sandy

As I danced at the club that night, my eyes scanned the audience again and again. I couldn’t believe that Mike had not come. Disappointment swelled inside me, but I’d never admit it to a soul. Instead I plastered a bigger smile on my face and flirted harder with the men in the front row. My heart wasn’t in the flirting, but apparently the men hadn’t noticed because my tips had been higher than ever. I’d even let one of the men pinch a nipple and in return had coped a $50 bill in my G-string. Well if I couldn’t have Mikie to play with, at least I had other men more than willing to pay me well for the honour!

At the end of the night, I dressed quickly into my street clothes and hurried home. I checked my message machine—no messages. Stupid, stupid, stupid Sandy…stop thinking about the Professor for Christ sakes. So he’s a good fuck. So what. Fuck him, get your "A" grade and move on! I went to bed, and had a hard time falling asleep. I tossed and turned until early in the morning before finally falling asleep. I had forgotten to close my curtains and awoke with bright sun shine in my face. My gritty eyes opened as I yawned and checked the time. The red numbers flashed 8:30. I yawned again. FUCK—8:30! Dammit, I slept in again. Mike is going to kill me! I leapt out of bed, ran a brush through my tumbled locks, brushed my teeth, pulled on the first shirt I could find—a belly shirt sans bra, and a low cut pair of hip hugger jeans. The golden ring in my belly button glinted in the sunlight as I ran to class.

As I reached the class room it was 9:10 a.m.—10 minutes late. Shit. I carefully opened the door so it wouldn’t make any noise, hoping I could sneak in unnoticed. Mike was handing out the quiz papers, calling out each student’s name to pick them up from the front. I slipped quietly into a seat in the back of the room, praying he’d not noticed my lateness yet again. Finally, he called my name last. "Sandy Leighton," his eyes pierced into me as I stood up to go pick up my paper. "I would suggest that if this class is to early for you, drop the class Miss Leighton!" I was almost at the front of the room when he finished. "Take a seat right here." He indicated the desk right in front of him again. My cheeks blazed with red. "And since you couldn’t be bothered to be here when I called your name, you may pick up your paper after class is over." I could hear the anger in his voice.

I sat through class taking thorough notes. I knew I’d have some explaining to do to Mike after class. I felt guilty knowing the one thing he’d asked of me in return for our deal was to go to each class and at least make it there on time. I’d failed the 2nd part miserably so far. On the other hand, what did it matter, I was screwing him like he wanted wasn’t I! I deserved the "A" for that alone, and I was going to class. He really had nothing to complain about. As the students left the room at the end of the class, Mike took my paper from his desk and tossed it across the desk at me with out a word. I felt guilty again. I looked down at the paper with the "A" written in red ink. Mike was already striding out of the room as I finished reading the note he’d written on the top of my paper. The red "A" had been crossed out in blue ink. And a note in blue ink had been added—
You fucked up…again. You didn’t keep your end of the bargain. You get an "F". Drop the class Sandy!

I was humiliated and embarrassed. And Professor Mike Peterson hadn’t even bothered to hang around to discuss the matter in person. Hell he hadn’t even given me a chance to explain. And then I got angry. I’d already looked up his address in the phone book and it was about a 10 block walk from the University. I scrunched the offending quiz into my back pack and left the campus for a walk. I walked straight to Mike’s house. It was a very large impressive house befitting a University Prof with immaculate gardens in the front yard. A woman kneeled in the flower beds tending the flowers with a trowel. She looked up and noticed me standing there. "May I help you?" she asked with a smile. I smiled back. "I’m looking for Professor Pederson. I’m in his Biology class. He wouldn’t happen to be in would he?"

The woman stood up, dusting her pants on her shorts as she walked towards me. She held out her hand, "He’s not home from the University yet. He should be home soon. I’m his wife. Perhaps you’d like to join me in a cool glass of lemonade on the veranda while we wait for his return? I could use the break."

"Oh that sounds lovely! You have a beautiful garden Mrs. Peterson. Do you take care of it all by yourself? It is very large." The woman beamed at my praise. It was a lovely garden, but also I’d always found it worked to ingrate myself to those I wanted to use to help further my cause. And this woman was just what I needed. I settled into a patio chair while the Mrs. fetched us both glasses of cool refreshment. She joined me and we chatted about the garden and the weather as we sipped our drinks. That was where we were sharing a laugh between ‘sisters’ when Mike clomped up the steps. At first he obviously didn’t realize who was with his wife. "Hello Professor Peterson," I greeted as I turned to face him. His hello died on his lips. He looked back and forth between me and his wife obviously trying to assess what, if anything I had told her. Realizing he couldn’t stay mute, he finally responded, "Hello Sandy. What are you doing here? My office hours are listed in your course syllabus." Oh yes, my presence was having the desired effect. I was making the hunk of a man nervous.

 

[Ragingbull]

Professor Mike Pederson

Sandy with my wife. Shit. This was not at all what I needed, particularly after that stunt Sandy had pulled in class. And they seemed to be getting along like long lost friends. Well, Martha always was the perfect hostess to my students, so why should Sandy be any different. But I didn’t trust Sandy. Did she have the pictures with her? Was she going to show Martha? I had to do something, and fast… “Um, Martha, could you excuse Sandy and I for a few minutes. There is something I need to discuss with her… course stuff. You wouldn’t really be interested. Why don’t you go into the kitchen and fix us some lunch.”… Martha left us alone. I gave Sandy one of my famous glares… “Now just what the fuck do you think you are doing?”

 

[mya]

Sandy

"Now Mikie! Don’t be like that! I think the appropriate term here is not what the fuck I’m doing, but who the fuck have you been ‘doing’, hmmmmmmm? Your wife and I’ve only been discussing her passion, and she was lamenting the fact that she’s been having some difficulties getting cocks up." Mike’s face went white and I knew I’d hit on a sore spot. I continued on, letting him off that particular hook with a bit more teasing. "Don’t worry Mikie—I’ve not told her anything about US! So far she’s only confided in me about the cocks in her garden that she has been unable to get up—her cockle shells, and her cockscomb! What’s the matter Mikie? Is there some sexual problems between you and your little wifey?" I grinned at him, happy to see I had him right where I wanted him. He was sweating.

"You are right about one thing Mikie…I’m here to discuss school matters." I reached into my back pack and pulled out the offending quiz. "Speaking of what the fuck are you doing? You’re not just fucking me Mikie, you’re fucking me around now. Don’t make me tell your wife what’s been going on between us! If you think I’m going to let you give me an "F" on that sad quiz, you’re sadly mistaken. Oh and by the way, I like your wife. She’s a Sweetie. One that had already invited a hungry student to stay for lunch." I grinned like the proverbial cat who’d swallowed the canary.

I lowered my voice and leaned closer to Mikie, allowing my naked cleavage to tease him visually across the table. "Do you think you and I could get it on here Mikie? Right under her nose without her knowing? Wouldn’t that be a blast?" I pursed my lips and blew him a kiss. I was going to enjoy teasing and tormenting him in the presence of his wife. Martha’s footsteps could be heard moving closer. I sat back up straight and resumed my normal voice. "So you see the problem I’m having hey Professor?" Martha appeared before us with fresh drinks for all of us. I smiled up at her and she answered. "Since you’re staying for a meal Sandy, I thought I’d make us some nice Long Island Ice Teas. Michael enjoys a cool relaxing drink on a hot day." She turned to him as she finished, "Don’t you Dear?"

Mike just smiled up at her and nodded. Martha deposited the drinks before excusing herself once again to go finish fixing our lunch. I kicked off my sandals under the table and lifted my foot up between Mike’s legs. My pink painted toes slid up his inner thigh, finding the bulge in his pant leg. My nubile toes worked their way up the length of his cock, stroking and squeezing as they journeyed higher and higher. My hand tugged the rounded neck line of my belly shirt lower and lower, allowing my now naked dusty brown hardened nipple to peek out at him in the warm afternoon sun.

 

[Ragingbull]

Professor Mikie

Here she was inviting me to fuck her in my own house with Martha not more than 100 feet away. There was no doubt that the foot on my cock was having its desired effect. ANd the sight of her succulent tit only reminded me how much I love sucking on them and squeezing them when I fucked her. I was quickly hard as a rock... "Cut it out, Sandy. Martha will be back any second. Look, let's eat quickly and excuse ourselves to talk about your test in a more appropriate setting."... Rather than stop she began rubbing her foot up and down my length even faster. She tweaked her nipple as she continued to look at me defiantly, then bent her head and lifted it to her lips. She flicked her tongue across the hard tip. She let the nipple remain visible above the top of her blouse, then proceeded to shove her hand into her shorts and play with her pussy. This was all too much for me, and if I didn't stop it soon there would be hell to pay. Then I had an idea. A wicked smile crossed my face as I stared back at Sandy. Her defiant grin wavered for a second. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Hidden by the table, I started rubbing her foot all over me. Sandy quickly popped her nipple back in her blouse and pulled her hand from her shorts when Martha returned and asked us about sandwich garnishings, but I held on to Martha's foot and continued to rub it across my cock. From the angle we were sitting she couldn’t see what was happening. I was stroking my cock faster and faster and rubbing Sandy’s foot over it as they talked. Martha turned to me just as my orgasm was about to begin… “And what do you want dear… mayonnaise or mustard?”… My body stiffened. I grabbed the chair with a death grip. I leaned forward onto the table and pretended to cough. Ribbons of hot cum blasted from my cock, spraying up between Sandy’s toes and covering her foot with a sticky, creamy liquid. I continued to rub my cock across her toes as the last few drops dribbled out. I sat up and took a drink. Martha asked if I was okay… “Just fine dear… make that mayonnaise… lots of it.”

 

[mya]

Sandy

I hadn’t expected Mike to take me up on my teasing even as I continued to up the anti with my teasing. My tongue applied to my own nipple excited me further, and apparently Mikie also. As he freed his cock, my excitement grew. His thick hairy cock sliding past my toes tickled. The exact shade of light brown of his pubic hair was etched in my memory from our previous fuck sessions. And now even though I could not see my foot on his hard-on I could imagine the sight of it in my mind’s eye. I was about to peek under the table, when I heard Martha’s foot fall nearing us once again. I would have pulled my foot away, but Mike held it in his crotch. My heart pounded in my throat as Martha returned to the verandah with a smile on her face asking Mikie how he’d like his sandwich.

Just then Mike spewed warm spunk all over my foot and calf under the table, his face taunt, his fingers clutching the chair, and I was sure Martha would figure out what was going on any second. Mike managed, just barely, to cover the sound of his moan with his cough. But it sounded odd enough to Martha for her to ask him if he was all right. I plastered a smile on my face, sure that any second now, she’d lift the table cloth and call us on our game. Hell one thing was sure, Martha would eventually find dried cum on it if the amount of fluid dribbling down my leg and between my toes was anything to go by. I just prayed I’d be long gone when that happened.

With Mike’s tortured response of "Just fine dear… make that mayonnaise… lots of it," Martha again turned on her heel and went back to fixing lunch. I let out a sigh of relief. "Shit Mikie, you were playing with fire there," I hissed. "What if she’d caught you?" I demanded. "Not that I care. But she is YOUR wife! And how the hell am I going to explain all the jism on my leg and foot?" My momentary panic at getting caught had me worked up into a tizzy. Mikie just smiled at me across the table as he lifted the table cloth. Then her held my ankle as he lifted my foot and leaned forward to wrap his lips around my big toe. Then he began to suck--hard. Fuck. I felt the pull of lust immediately. The tingle of lust started in my big toe, ran up my leg and deposited in my pussy. Suddenly I was hot and in need of relief. I slid down in my chair, giving Mikie better access to my toes and leg. His fingers were massaging his spunk into my hard calf as his mouth continued to work each toe one at a time. My hand slipped down into my pants and I rubbed my clit hard and fast. In less then two minutes I was biting my lip and cumming hard. Mikie kept up with his sucking, returning to my big toe to suck hard while I finished my orgasm on the other side of the table. Between his massaging and his sucking, his sperm was barely noticeable on my skin now.

We straightened in our seats, but Mike held my foot in his crotch as he fixed the table cloth. "I dare you to keep your foot on my naked cock through lunch Sandy!" he grinned at me. Had I created a monster? But I didn’t want to jam out of his dare. "Sure thing Mik-ie!" I answered with more confidence than I felt. "Just remember, she’s your wife, and it’s your marriage if she catches you with your cock out!"

Martha appeared with a tray in hand, laden with delectable food. "Here we are!" she said with her sunny disposition. "Lunch is served. I hope you’re both hungry." Mike responded first, "I did have a snack before lunch Dear, but I’m looking forward to my meal, to my sandwich smeared in mayonnaise. Just the way I like it!" I blushed as I kicked his shin with my other foot. I wasn’t cruel enough to kick him in the nuts with the foot that right now rested against his still hard cock! "It looks good Mrs. Peterson," was all I could manage.

 

[Ragingbull]

Professor Mikie

"I did have a snack before lunch Dear, but I’m looking forward to my meal, to my sandwich smeared in mayonnaise. Just the way I like it!"… Sandy’s cum drenched foot was still resting on my hard cock gently rubbing up and down its length. Martha turned her back for a second to pick up her napkin. I scraped two fingers along Sandy’s leg, loading them with a big glob of cum. I took the top piece of bread from Sandy’s sandwich and mixed cum in with the mayonnaise then replaced it just before Martha turned around and sat down… “Sandy has been having some problems in Biology class, dear, and I have been assisting her.”… I kicked off my loafer and placed my sockless foot between Sandy’s legs, pressing my toes against her pussy… “She’s very persistent and is willing to do almost anything for a good grade, aren’t you, Sandy?”… I dug my toes into her crotch then slid my cock between her first two toes… “But I told her there were no shortcuts. She has to work hard and apply herself if she wants that grade. But she has a good head on her shoulders. The result of her first quiz proved to me that she knows how to use it.”… My toes slid up the leg of her shorts and found her steamy pussy. My big toe slid up and down her gash, then pressed against her swollen clit. I looked right into her eyes as she began to grind her pussy against me. Martha was sitting between us carefully nibbling her sandwich and sipping her iced tea… “Sandy stopped by to discuss the results of her last quiz. She stuffed herself full of knowledge and wants to see if the results of her cramming paid off.”

 

[mya]

Sandy

As Mike explained my presence to Martha, I couldn’t concentrate on his words. All I could think about was my sandwich, just recently altered by Mike to include his own special sauce right under his wife's nose! I gasped softly. Martha heard my gasp and her hands flew to her cheeks as she looked my way saying, "Oh My!" That was it, the gig was up. My cheeks flushed and I began to try to apologize, "I’m sorry…".

Martha smiled, "Heaven’s Dear…don’t apologize, it is I who should be apologizing. I mixed up our sandwiches. This one has your mustard on it. I’m allergic and can’t eat mustard! Good thing we haven’t touched them yet, we can just change them around without any problem at all." She proceeded to do just that as she prattled on about her mistake. My eyes bored into Mike’s silently communicating my worry as his wife began to nibble at the sandwich with his special sauce.

I picked up my own sandwich and took a bite, sure that at any second Martha would realize there was something "different" about her sandwich. Mike merely slid his toes between my thighs, burying two toes deep in my folds. I squirmed in my chair, causing delightful heat to course through my body. Wasn't he in the least worried Martha would catch on? "MMMMM, that was the best sandwich I’ve had in a long time, if I do say so myself," Martha said as she finished her sandwich.

"MMMMMMM," I agreed, not so much about the sandwich—which was good, but about the sensations Mike was creating deep in my cunt. "Thank....you." My eyes held Mike’s as his toes continued to delight me. "You are most welcome Sandy," answered Martha.

I smiled at Martha before turning my attention back to Mike, "Ahhhhhh Professor, I do hope you might have some more time to explain the results of my quiz in more detail. I feel I still need to be filled with more knowledge before I can master your course." My eyes burned into his and I could see the same flame in his eyes.

Martha stood and began to clear the dishes from lunch. "You two carry on with your business. I’ll take care of the dishes and then I need to be going to my hair appointment. Nice meeting you Sandy. Feel free to drop by for lunch or dinner again some time. I’ve enjoyed it very much." With that she headed for the kitchen with a tray full of dirty dishes.