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Every Man's Fantasy (MF, college, affairs)
by JD Butler
***
I teach mathematics at a community college in a small
town. The students are generally jocks looking to get their
grades up in order to go to a Division I school, hometown
kids too shy or too poor or too unsure to go far away to
school, or people looking to make a career change or just
pursuing a new interest. To say that the town's conserv-
ative atmosphere was not conducive to a hot sex life was
an understatement. I was not without offers, being a very
fit 37, 5 feet 11 inches and, if I do say so myself,
stacked (38-24-36), and I had had a few flings with college
staffers, other faculty, and a couple of locals. I stayed
away from the students, but fantasized about some of them
constantly. Especially the sweet young girls. I enjoy
men and will always enjoy men, but I had a decided pre-
ference for female love. But it was hard to indulge such
things in this small a place. I tried getting my thrills
in other ways. I would skinny dip in the town park very
late at night. Or would flash my naked, shaved pussy at
truckers down at the diner. Or, most often, I would dress
sexy for my classes and observe the reactions I got.
This particular Friday, I was feeling frisky. So much
so, that I just HAD to get myself off twice in bed and
three more times in the shower. I was so horny that I de-
cided to show off good for my classes. I chose a tan suede
outfit of a vest, jacket, and shorts. The shorts were not
'Daisy Dukes', but were still quite short and fit snugly
across my buttocks. I didn't wear panties and the smooth
roundness of my ass was a sight to behold. The vest was
very low in front and buttoned up tightly. It pushed my
tits up and together with no help from a bra, which I didn't
wear anyway. I finished the ensemble off with a pair of
suede knee high boots with 4" heels and a choker. I looked
so hot I pushed the shorts down around my ankles and
fingered myself in front of the mirror. The orgasm was
great.
I had two classes, one at 9:00 and one at 10:00. The
first was an introductory course that students took just
to get math credit. The class was mostly jocks, business
students, etc., no real math students. It was all male
as well, which was nice, but like I said, I would have
liked a couple of girls to flirt with. When the guys
started coming into the room, I was at the blackboard,
reaching up high for something. I was on my tiptops, fully
extended. The vest rode up, exposing my back almost up to
my breasts. I actually think that they could see the begin-
ning swell of my tit. The shorts also rode up nicely,
showing off my ass cheeks. I didn't see it because I was
facing the board, but from the sounds there was a mad rush
to the front row. I 'dropped' some chalk and bent over to
get it and heard a moan or a sigh or something. I smiled
to myself as I straightened up and turned around. Fifteen
of the horniest looking college freshman and sophomores you
could imagine were packed into the first two rows of seats.
I figured if I had announced I was having a gang bang, I
would have been on my back in two seconds. Some of the
boys shifted in their seats, trying to relieve the pressure
their erections were exerting on their pants. During the
class, I walked back and forth very close to the front row.
The high heels made my hips rotate and I strode slowly, accent-
uating each movement. The boys could have reached out and
stroked my supple thighs if they had dared. Sometimes, I
would stop and lean on the lectern with my arms folded under
my breasts. This forced them to nearly pop out the top of
the vest. The guys' eyes would pop too. I would stop and
lean over to show one of them something in the text book and
he and his neighbors would get a long look down my cleavage.
I would sit on the edge of the table in the front of the room
and cross and re-cross my legs. Once, I stopped pacing,
turned my back to the students as if perusing the notes on
the board. I back up close to one boy and cocked my leg,
throwing my hip to the side. I heard a stifled groan and
then a gasp. I didn't realize what had happened until
class ended. The boy I had stood in front of made quite
an effort to keep his notebook in front of his crotch.
I realized that he had creamed his jeans and that made
me race to the ladies room for a little 'creaming' of
my own.
I made it back in time to start the show for the 10:00
class which was Algebra I. These were more serious students
and there were a few girls in this one. There was still a
movement to the front of the room when they saw what I
was wearing, but nothing like the pell-mell rush of
earlier. Also, I noticed that a couple of the girls were
sitting farther towards the front that they normally did.
I was turned on by that. One girl in particular, Megan,
caught my eye, as she usually did. Megan was a bright,
vivacious freshman, blond with big, bright, expressive
blue eyes. She was about 5'4" and well proportioned with
a nice tan, though I could still make out a dusting of
freckles across her sunned skin. She was a cheerleader
for the basketball team and looked like your stereotypical
blond cheerleader type. However, she was one of the top
students in this class and the word from the other in-
structors was that she was generally near the top in all
subjects. She caught my eye because while she was ogling
my outfit, hers was at least competitive in attention
getting. She wore white leather pumps with no socks or
stockings, a pleated denim skirt about halfway up her thighs,
and a denim shirt opened to show an evenly tanned cleavage.
My mouth dried up and my throat tightened when I saw her
and I knew I had fantasy material for that night.
The class settled in and I began my show. Like the
last time, I strutted, fluffed, and generally showed off.
It had a similar reaction, but not as pronounced as before.
The students were actually trying to concentrate on the
material. I was a little distracted also. It seemed like
every time I looked at Megan, she was doing something
seductive. But she was never looking back at me. One time,
she was pulling at the opening of her shirt, giving a
somewhat wider view. Another time, she was toying with the
hem of her skirt, hiking it up to almost her hip. Then,
she would arch her back as if stretching her back and her
tits would press against her shirt, pulling the buttons to
a dangerous tension. But she was never looking at me, so
I didn't know for sure if she was flirting or just
unconcerned. I, however, was so fucking turned on that
I cut class short and sent the kids out early. I thought
I caught Megan looking back over her shoulder at me as she
left, but I was in a hurry to get up to my office and take
care of my needs, so I couldn't be sure.
I hurried up to my office, locked the door, and prac-
tically ripped the buttons off the vest freeing my hot,
aching breasts. My nipples were ready for attention and I
pulled them one by one up to my tongue. Then, I slipped my
hand down into my moist crotch. I was just getting a good
rhythm going when the phone rang. I let the machine pick up,
unwilling to give up the wonderful release that I was
building to. But, when I heard Megan's voice, I ripped my
hand out of my pants and picked up the phone. Megan asked
if I could meet her to talk about some of the homework
problems. I really really wanted to get back to getting off,
but the chance to be close up to this bombshell was not to
be passed up. I agreed and Megan asked me to meet her in
front of the library. I hung up smiling, then, giving my
nipples one last lick, I buttoned up and left the office.
Megan was waiting for me when I got to the library. She
was all smiles and youthful energy. I smiled at her eager
greeting and stared unabashedly as she bounced up the steps.
And I mean bounced, as it was patently obvious that young
Megan's assets were not in the least artificially supported.
Her skirt flounced up a couple of times and, try as I might,
I could detect no panties. that got me fired up again. Megan
turned at the top of the steps and grinned down at me. She
beckoned me to come on and I quickly joined her.
When inside, I let Megan lead the way through the deserted
building. The only two other people I could see were the
student circulation clerks and they were both concentrating
on some homework. Megan led me back through the darkened
stacks to the study rooms. We went into one and closed the
door. I sat at the table, while Megan put her books down and
pulled a chair around next to mine. She laid open her note
book and started to copy down some problems while I watched.
She didn't seem to noticed that her blouse gapped open when
she leaned forward to write. I got a full view of her perfect
breast. Firm, full, with a short, but stiff nipple, it caught
my attention and held it fully.
I could imagine the feel of it in my mouth, my tongue swirl-
ing around the little button, my teeth gently pressing into the
softness. Then, I realized that Megan was staring at me. She
had asked a question, but I was enthralled by the thought of her
tit and hadn't heard. I shook myself out of my reverie and
asked her to repeat her question. While I was showing her how
to work out the problem, I felt something slide up the back of
my calf. I concentrated a little on it and realized it was
Megan's foot. She had slipped off her shoe and was caressing my
suede-encased leg. I looked at her, but she was back to the math.
She continued to tease my leg and I moved closer to her. Our
thighs touched, bare skin to bare skin. It was like an electric
shock to me. My, breath quickened and I ached to touch her,
to taste her, to love her. But she was a freshman, for God's
sake. I'm a teacher with at least a semblance of ethics. I
wasn't about to get busted for improper conduct.
Megan began to press against my thigh more firmly and I pushed
back. Soon, we were trying to shove each other out of our chairs
and giggling like schoolgirls. Suddenly, Megan turned to fully
face me. When I looked up at her, she cradled my face in her
hands and kissed me. Soft, tender, gentle at first, then more
insistent, the kiss was the most wonderful kiss I had ever had.
I let myself sink into it as our lips parted and we twined tongues.
Megan left one hand on my cheek and the other lightly traced down
my neck and chest, around the exposed curve of my breasts, and
finally cupped and squeezed my right tit. I groaned into the
kiss and my hands found Megan's bare legs. I slid my hands
slowly up her thighs as we continued to kiss each other deeply.
Her legs parted and I moved one hand to the inner part of her
leg. Her skin was so soft and warm. I slowly moved my hand
deeper under her skirt and found, to my delight, that I had been
correct. Her tender young cunt was uncovered, warm and moist.
I pressed my fingers into her soft flesh and was rewarded by her
whimper of delight and a squeeze of my breast. Her hands were now
unbuttoning my vest, exposing my nipples to her gentle ministra-
tions. I pressed harder into her treasure and slipped my middle
finger between her lips to find her vagina. We fondled and
probed each other for a long, sweet 5 or 10 minutes.
Megan broke the embrace and the kiss, and with a quick peck
on my nose, stood up. She pulled up her skirt and I was faced
with her jewel. The hairs were neatly trimmed and there was a
hint of moisture on the vulva. I looked up at her and she smiled
seductively. Then, she slipped up onto the table, moved so that
her legs bracketed my chair, lay back. Her hands pulled her
pussy open right in front of me and I knew I was being invited.
I was hypnotized. This beautiful young woman was offering herself
to me completely. And I was going to take her. But not here.
I had a better idea.
"Megan," I said in a voice dry with desire. "Megan." She
raised her head and I took her hand and pulled up to a sitting
position. She had a puzzled look on her face and seemed on the
verge of tears. "No, Megan, no. I want you, I do want you so
much." She smiled uncertainly. "It's just that I'm not sure...
I mean I don't want anyone to..." I looked around at the door.
Megan's gaze followed mine and it dawned on her what the problem
was. She looked into my eyes again and mouthed the word "Where?".
"Megan," I began shyly. "Would you like to come to my place
for the weekend?" My body tingled with the illicit thrill of
seducing one of my students. Megan's incredible eyes burst with
desire and happiness as she nodded furiously. I stood and pulled
her to me. I felt her legs wrap around me and squeeze me tightly
as we kissed passionately. We broke the kiss, but squeezed each
other tightly. I whispered in her ear to get her things and meet
me in the faculty parking lot in 30 minutes. She whispered back,
"Make it 15." Then, she released me, grabbed up her books, and
began to leave. At the door, she stopped, rushed back, kissed me
hard and quick and ran from the room.
I sank down into the chair, my emotions roiling. I had
never been so turned on. I took several deep breaths to try and
reclaim some calmness. I buttoned up my vest, noticing that my
skin was flushed dark under my tan and that you could see my
nipples even through the heavy material. Oh well. I tried not
to appear as if I were rushing as I left the library, but some-
times all I wanted to do was start sprinting. I hurried back
to my office and grabbed my briefcase and jacket. I made it
back to the parking lot and found sweet Megan sitting on my
convertible. Her skirt was flipped up so that her bare ass was
on the metal, which must've been hot from sitting in the strong
sunshine all morning.
I got up close to her and said, "Don't scorch you ass, sugar.
I have plans for it."
"Just getting toasted, teacher," she said with a wicked grin.
Then, I noticed she didn't have a bag or anything.
"Do you need to get some things from your room?"
"Do I need anything else?" she asked, holding up her tooth
brush. Oh, this was going to be an interesting weekend for sure.
I laughed and unlocked the car. After Megan got in, I put
down the top, fired up the motor and roared out of the parking
lot.
We got out on the highway for the 10 mile drive to my
farmhouse. The wind felt good on my hot skin and I glanced
over at Megan. Her blond hair flew like golden straw in the
wind and the air filled her blouse, gapping it wonderfully. She
caught me looking and smiled.
"How far out is your house?" she asked.
"About 10 miles."
"Is it secluded? I mean, can anybody see it from the road
or anything?"
"The only way anybody could spy on us is with a helicopter.
And that's too noisy," I answered.
"Well, then, I won't be needing this." She unbuttoned her
blouse and stripped it off and stuffed it under the seat. The
wind cooled her gorgeous bosom and stiffened her button-like
nipples. Her breasts were good size for as slender as she was,
although not as big as mine. They had large, diffuse areolae
and no tan lines though her tan was as dark as mine. I wonder-
ed where she sunbathed. Then, she set about squirming out of
her skirt and I nearly missed a curve watching. When I had
things back under control, Megan was completely nude, having
slipped off her shoes too. She turned in her seat and placed
one leg on the dash and the other behind my seat. Then, she
pulled her pussy open and started playing with herself. I
tried to keep at least some of my attention on the road as she
massaged her swollen clitoris, but nearly lost it when she
pushed her finger deep into her sweet hole. I swallowed con-
vulsively and pressed harder on the accelerator. The little
car wound up past 80 as my lovely passenger moved another
finger into her cunt. She started to moan and whimper as I
swerved around the twists in the road. My drive came up
quickly and I had to skid the car sideways to make the turn.
I sped up the gravel drive and skidded to a halt in front of
the house. I slammed the car in Park, switched off the motor
and dived for Megan's pussy. She squealed and barely got her
hand out before my tongue hit her clit. Her squeal turned to
a scream of pure erotic pleasure as I sucked her swollen bud
into my mouth. Her cunt opened and poured rich aromatic
fluid onto my face and chin. Her ankles locked behind my back
and her thighs pressed on the sides of my face as I lapped,
sucked, nibbled, and bit. I felt her legs start to jerk and
her body tense as her climax rippled through her. I continued
my head job, giving one jerking, spasmodic sensation after
another. Soon, she gave one final, terrific spasm and went
slack.
I sat back in my seat, wiping the sweet juices of my new
love off my face. As I licked my fingers, I looked over my
prize. Her eyes were closed and her chest heaved, trying to
catch her breath. Her nipples were still hard and her hair
was waving in the gentle breeze. I caressed her soft legs
and she came back to attention. Seeing me, she smiled like
a cat who caught a canary.
"That was so wonderful," she said, sitting up and moving
to kiss me. After a sweet kiss, she continued. "Thank you,
Danielle. I've so looked forward to being with you. I've
dreamed about how it would feel and you've exceeded even my
wildest fantasies." She stopped and chewed her lip for a
moment. It was so cute and little-girlish that I almost cried.
"I guess I should tell you that this is the first time I've
been with a woman. And I truly wanted it to be you."
I was dumfounded. I had never been someone else's first.
My first time was with an experienced, or relatively
experienced, boy. My first time with a woman was with a much
older, very experienced woman. But this was the first time,
I had ever had this kind of honor. I was glad I hadn't know
that before. The pressure might have ruined it for me.
"Let's go into the house, Megan. And, call me Dani."
"But Danielle is so beautiful a name. I love the way it
feels to say it. Danielle." She said it as if she were
drinking a fine wine and got the dreamiest look on her face.
I had to admit, coming from her mouth, my full name had an
erotic quality to it.
"Okay then. You may call me Danielle. Do I call you
Megan or Meg?"
"It won't matter since your voice will be muffled by my
pussy most of the time." The little slut! She laughed and
ran ahead of me to the porch. It is a joy to watch a tight
young body like that running stark naked. I hurried to catch
up to her and put my arm around her as we walked into the
house.
I gave her a quick tour. I had converted the 4-bedroom
house with attic into a 2-suite house. The guest suite, in-
cluding full bath, was on the ground floor with the kitchen,
dining room, living room, and another lavatory. Megan was a
little downcast when she saw the guest suite. I guess she
thought I would make her sleep there. Not a chance! The
second floor had three converted bedrooms. One was now an
office complete with electronic suite: multimedia computer
with laser printer, fax machine, scanner, etc. Another was
an exercise room with weight machine, NordicTrac, and mats.
The third was a tanning room with two big tanning beds. I
have two in case I have a guest who wants to come in with me.
There was another full bath on this floor too.
"But where do you sleep?" Megan asked.
"Right up here." I pulled down on the trap door and led
her up the built-in ladder to where the attic was. The attic
had had a full 7' ceiling and covered most of the area of the
house. So I had converted it into my master suite. We came up
into a small foyer type room where I hanged my coats and such.
"Brace yourself," I warned her and opened the door to the
bedroom.
The wall opposite us was covered in mirrored tiles as was the
ceiling above the bed. The bed was king-sized plus, four-poster,
with a thick down-filled comforter. Megan walked in like
Dorothy in Oz and turned quickly when I closed the door. The
door disappeared into another mirrored wall and Megan drank in
her reflection multiplied by infinity. The wall by the bed had
two large dormer windows on either side of the bed, but the wall
opposite the bed had a large bay window with window seat. White
paint covered what wasn't mirrored and white curtains, drapes,
and carpet made a very bright room. Megan spun around a couple
of times and with a loud 'WHEEEEEEEE!' jumped onto the bed. She
rolled over and over several times on the soft bed, then pulled
one of the large pillows up under her head as she lay on her
stomach watching me. She was the picture of young beauty and my
heart ached for her.
"I'm going to get out of these clothes, then we can take a
bath. OK?" She nodded and watched me walk away in the mirrors.
I went to the door in the opposite wall and went into my
dressing room. I stripped off the suede outfit and boots and
put on a short, sheer robe. I slipped into a pair of mules and
walked back out. Megan was laying in the middle of the bed,
fingering herself again. She was watching in rapture her
reflection in the ceiling mirror. Every so often, she would
give a little gasp as she touched as particularly sensitive
spot.I could tell she was having quick little orgasms by the
way herbody twitched. I stood by own bedpost and watched her
for a few minutes. She noticed me and crawled over to where
I stood. Taking hold of the lapels of my robe, she pulled me
around until I stood in front of her. She opened the robe
and let it fall away from my body. Then, she sat there,
running her fingertips over my full, heavy breasts with their
small dark areolae and long nipples, down over my firm belly
and full hips. She traced lines of hot desire over my thighs
and back up again. She stared in wanton lust at my shaved
pussy. Then, she looked back up into my face.
"Danielle," she said huskily. I decided that I wanted her
to say the full name, if she would say it exactly like that.
It made my pussy jump. "Danielle," she repeated. "I think the
bath will have to wait, because I need to have you in bed
with me right now." She yanked me down onto the bed and
rolled me over quickly. Then, she pounced on me and crushed
her lips to mine as her nails raked my skin. I opened my
mouth to moan with pleasure and her tongue darted into my
throat. She went wild with passion, biting my lips and tongue
as we kissed and pressing her sharp nails deep into my ass.
Her mouth jerked away from mine, but before I could protest,
she clamped down on my exposed neck. Her teeth sank into my
flesh and she sucked hard. I don't remember the last time I
had a hickey, but this was going to be a doosie. I had always
harbored a vampire fantasy and this was driving me crazy.
Megan chewed and sucked on my neck for the longest time,
then moved down my neck. Her tongue traced a line down between
my breasts and then over and around the left nipple. The long
hard bullet strained to be in her hot mouth, but Megan kept
teasing. While she teased my nipple with her tongue, she was
doing the same with my clit with her fingers. Around and
around and around, close but never quite touching. Then, in
a flash, her mouth closed on my breast and her fingers grabbed
my clit. I cried out as the bolts of desire swept through me.
She sucked hard on my breast, pulling the flesh deep into her
mouth, while she squeezed my clit between her thumb and finger
as if trying to pop it. Then, she plunged two fingers deep
into my vagina. I thrust my hips up, trying to get them in
all the way. She began to pump her hand in and out, while
suckling my breast with the same rhythm. She finger-fucked
me hard and fast and just as I was ready to come, stopped and
made me settle back down. I whined and whimpered for her to
make me cum, but she only smiled. She began teasing my
nipples with her tongue again, then traced her way down to
my navel. She swirled the tongue around it a couple of
imes and probed it's depth. All the while, she was gently
rolling my clit and slipping her finger in and out of my
snatch. She moved her tongue down over my mound, stopping
just short of my slit. She spread the vulvae open with her
fingers, and stayed there for long minutes, just staring at
my open cunt. She pushed a finger into the entrance,
watching as it disappeared, seemingly awe-struck.
I was getting desperate. I was at the edge, wanting,
no, needing to go over. I wanted her hot tongue on my clit,
in my cunt, drinking my juices. It was nice watching her
explore her first pussy up close, but I needed relief.
"You might want to see how it tastes, Meg," I suggested.
She looked up and smiled knowingly. The next thing I
knew, her tongue hit my clit. The world exploded, came back
together, and exploded again. Time ran backwards, then
sideways. I had been on edge for so long, when the climax
came, it blew out all the circuits. The only semi-voluntary
thing I did was to form the words "OH GOD!" before my scream
became unintelligible. Every time her sweet tongue flicked
my bud, a shock wave ran out from it. It went down my legs,
making them jerk and twitch. It came up through my belly,
making it quiver and shake. Up through my chest, stealing my
breath and making my heart jump. Through my throat, forcing
out cries and screams of pure lust, and, finally, to my head,
where it fired all the synapses at once. I was complete lost
to my orgasms. I had no concept of how long they lasted or
how many there were. All I new was that they were happening
and I was addicted to them. It was like a storm surge from
a hurricane that sweeps up everything in its path and
inundates it. My eyes didn't focus. My hands grabbed up
handfuls of the comforter and held them for dear life. My
legs were twitching so fast, they were rigid from the efforts.
My head lashed back and forth as I growled and screamed.
I had no idea how long Megan kept up her wondrous feasting,
but after some time, she pulled her face from my cunt. She
sat back on her heels, sweaty and with my juices dripping
from her chin. It was several minutes after that before
all the spasms died away from my body. I lay there, trying
to catch my breath, feeling like I was going to die any
minute, but knowing I was dying happy. After, I got some
breath back into my lungs, I opened my eyes. Megan was
wiping my juices off her face and licking them off her
fingers. She saw me watching her and slowly, stiffly, crawled
over and lay on top of me. She kissed me and I tasted myself
on her lips. She pulled back and I licked the stickiness
off her chin. I whimpered in protest as she pressed her
knee against my sore, tired cunt.
"Please, Meg, please. I really need to pee and you're
going to make me wet the bed."
"The bed's already wet, Danielle, my love. You gush
when you cum, do you know that." I nodded, guiltily. She
smiled. "I loved it. I love you." She kissed me again
and now I tasted tears mixed with the sex. I pushed her
away gently and moved to the edge of the bed.
"I've really got to go." As I stood up, my legs buckled.
They were still weak from the multiple, multiple orgasm.
I collapsed into a heap on the floor and Megan was there
instantly, with wide worried eyes.
"I'm okay, Meg. Just a little shaky. God! I've never
cum like that before. Do you know how much I've wanted you?"
"Maybe as much as I've wanted you, Dani. Now let me
help you up." She put her shoulder under my arm and we
stood together. My legs felt better now, but I let her
support me anyway. Her body was warm and soft against me
as we walked through the dressing room into the master bath.
Megan gasped when she saw it. The separate water closet.
The two sink vanity. The step up tub. The Jaccuzzi. The
shower with room for 6 and a waterfall seat. I cleared my
throat as she stared. She came back to reality and helped
me into the WC. As I peed, she explored. I heard the water
come on in the shower and a laugh of delight. When I stepped
out, Megan was under the water fall, water cascading over
her ripe, luscious body. I quickly joined her and we kissed
and fondled each other under a rippling stream of water.
Then, we got in the Jaccuzzi and made love to each other
again amongst the bubbles. After a quick shower to rinse off,
we dried each other and wrapped up in warm, soft towels.
We crawled back into bed and fell asleep with our arms around
each other, our breath sweet in each other's nostrils.