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(M/F-teen, oral, exh) *** Author's Note: Like all my stories, this one is based on a true incident. In truth, we never went as far as we did in the story... but the joy of writing is to be able to take a story as far as you wish. *** The campus was deserted the weekend before classes begin. It would be a good time to walk around, get acquainted with things, and find my assigned room. The teaching job was only part-time, but it would bring in a few extra bucks. "You look lost. Can I help you find something?" I looked around to see a tall young woman smiling at me. "Yes, you can. I'm looking for Walgren Hall." It had been a long time since I had been around women so young. She was very slim, and couldn't have been more than 18 or 19. Her long hair matched the dark color of her eyes. Her large breasts swayed gently as she talked, and the slight morning chill expanded her nipples slightly against the top of her black body suit. Tight shorts, crisp and white, accentuated her tanned, smooth legs. "It's that round building over there," she said, pointing with a graceful manicured finger. "Thanks," I said forcing myself to look into her eyes and having difficulty not staring at her soft round tits. The consolation was watching her perfectly heart- shaped ass as she walked away. The class they had assigned to me was a large lecture hall within Walgren Hall. Seating for about an hundred students sloped upward away from the podium so that everyone had a clear view to the front. Instead of a traditional chalkboard, a rear projection screen dominated the front of the classroom. A projection TV in a small room behind the screen displayed everything on the screen that I might write on a small electronic "tablet". A bewildering assortment of light switches allowed room lighting to be dimmed or turned off altogether. I felt like the Wizard of Oz standing there surrounded by all that hi-tech audio- visual equipment that I barely understood. *** The following Monday, eager for the first day of class, I arrived early. I stood at the podium fussing over my notes, arranging and rearranging the handouts that I had prepared, and watching the students stream in the back of the room to take their seats. Students were about evenly divided between men and women. And they were all so young. I couldn't help doing a double-take when the gorgeous tall brunette who had given me directions came into the class. She smiled at me in recognition and sat down a few rows from the front. In a way, I was glad she was not dressed in such tight fitting clothes as the first day I met her. I would never get through the class otherwise. Her top was tight fitting but the small vest she wore over it partially concealed those luscious jugs from view. Her jeans were tight around her small waist, but otherwise fairly loose, keeping that beautiful firm ass and full mound hidden as well. I passed out the handouts explaining the course, talked about my expectations of them--all the standard first day crap. I called roll and looked around the room as each student answered to try to familiarize myself with their faces. When I called 'Joanne Hansen,' the woman I was already starting to fantasize about answered. I looked up and saw that the vest she was wearing had pulled to one side to reveal the outline of one of her large round breasts capped by a perfect nipple. I had to struggle to stay cool and not give myself away. Fortunately, I could stand behind the podium to hid the bulge forming in my pants. I put a little asterisk next to her name to help me remember it, but I had a feeling I would never forget it. With the preliminaries out of the way, I began my lecture. I scanned the class appearing to make eye contact with everyone as I talked, but couldn't help looking mostly at Joanne. Each sweep of the class began and ended with a quick glance at that one full breast covered only by a thin top. As the lecture continued and she moved around in her seat, the vest would often shift and cover everything. Several times, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her surreptitiously glance down, notice that both breasts were covered, and pull the vest subtly to one side to expose one of them. I kept trying to watch Joanne to confirm that this tit show was for my benefit. Finally, there was no doubt. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that both her breasts were covered by the vest. Just as we made eye contact, she held my gaze, smiled almost imperceptibly, and coyly pulled her vest to one side to show her left breast with an incredibly erect nipple straining against the thin fabric. Mercifully, the hour ended and I wrapped up my first lecture. Between first day jitters and Joanne's antics, I was a wreck. I packed up my notes and left the class. Hopefully Joanne will be wearing something less revealing on Wednesday, I told myself, but in the back of my mind I was hoping for just the opposite. *** On Wednesday, I was still a little nervous about the teaching assignment. I came to class early to make sure everything was ready. By the time students began to arrive, I was standing behind the podium anticipating Joanne's arrival. Just before class was to begin, she walked in. Baggy shirt and baggy shorts. Shit! I couldn't help feeling disappointed. I began the lecture, scanning the room out of habit appearing to talk directly to each individual, but always settling for a microsecond too long on Joanne. She made no sign that she noticed, though she restlessly shifted in her seat. At one point, she put her left foot up on the back of the empty seat in front of her. Her long slim tanned leg led my eye up the large leg opening in her baggy shorts. My heart almost stopped. I gulped loudly and completely lost my train of thought. It was clear that she was not wearing any panties. The mound of her pussy, surrounded by luxuriously dark hair almost hypnotized me. I struggled to keep control and not reveal what I was looking at. I looked up to see Joanne smiling playfully at me, daring me to look again. I couldn't. I looked away, found my place in my notes and continued on. I avoided looking back at Joanne for a long time, partly to compose myself and partly to tease myself. When I finally did get to her, she had lowered her foot to the floor and was intently writing notes about what I was saying. Damn, I thought. *** By Friday's class, I was wondering what new revelation Joanne would have to torment me. She really was a tease. I didn't know how I would get through this class if she continued like this all semester. I came into class after everyone was seated so that I wouldn't torture myself further watching all the 18 and 19 year old women walking in. I looked around the room to see what Joanne might have in store for today, but she was not there. I checked the "drop" sheet I had picked up in the office to see if she had dropped the class, but her name was not on it. Disappointed, I began my lecture and involved myself in the graphs that I was drawing on the electronic "tablet" to be projected to the class on the huge screen. Half way through the lecture, the screen went blank. I fiddled with all the buttons and controls available to me, but didn't really have a clue what I was doing. Now dependent on this hi-tech equipment, I was unable to continue the class. I dismissed them early to meet again on Monday. I really don't have much faith in computer equipment, and I don't really know that much about it, but I decided to go into the little room behind the screen and see if there was anything obvious. Then I would have done my duty and I could report the problem to maintenance without sounding like a complete idiot. I went through the door and turned on a small light to look around. I wasn't making much progress, and I was about to give the projector a swift kick to see if that would work when I noticed an almost imperceptible scent of gardenia perfume. Then door clicked shut. "I guess I'm late. Everyone is gone. Maybe you could fill me in on what I missed." Joanne approached me slowly. She put her hands on my shoulders and leaned towards me for a kiss. I needed no coaxing. I had thought of little else but her for almost a week. I grabbed her tiny waist and pulled her to me. My interest was obvious as the bulge in my pants smashed softly against her mound. Her lips parted slightly to accept my flickering tongue. Our tongues entwined for an instant then I ran my tongue slowly over the edge of her perfect white teeth. Probing again with my tongue, she pulled it hungrily into her mouth with soft sucking movements. My cock was trying desperately to stand erect, but my jockey shorts kept it partially bent. I was so hard, it was becoming painful. I reached down to rearrange and free my cock. "Let me fix it," she said softly. With what seemed like a single motion, she undid my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. Now on her knees, Joanne gently stroked my throbbing cock with one hand and weighed my balls with the other. Holding me like that, she began to tease the head with her tongue, playfully touching a drop of pre- cum and pulling it away in a long silky thread. Tiring of this she began to swirl her hot, wet tongue around the head of my dick. After several revolutions, she would plunge my cock into her mouth and slowly pull it out, with slight suction on it the entire time. A small sucking sound at the end signaled another revolution or so of that talented tongue and she would again plunge my cock deep into her hot, greedy mouth. Sensing that I could not take too much more of this, Joanne slowly stood up, removed her top and shook her long hair free. I turned her around so she could lean her ass against the projector table and slowly worked my way down and around her bare breasts. Her aureole were small and dark, and her tiny nipples were like plump raisins in my mouth. Anticipating my next move, Joanne unbuttoned her short and slipped them down until she could step out of them. Apparently, she never wore panties. She parted her legs, and leaned back against the table waiting eagerly for my exploring tongue. I slowly teased my way down from her luscious melons, flicked my tongue in and out of her navel, then slid it down to the edge of her soft, thick pubic hair. She moaned softly expecting my tongue to find her tender, swollen clit, but I continued to work down the edge of her pubic hair along her thigh. When I had passed her mound, I crossed over to the other thigh and began working my way back up the hairy edge. Reaching the top edge again, I lubricated my tongue with saliva and swept it down the length of her hooded clit. She reached for my head to hold me there. I ran my tongue in the fold between her clit and her swollen lips until her knees began to shake. She was obviously having difficulty standing, and I considered having her sit, when her knees locked tightly and she jammed my head roughly into her cunt. "Oh God! Oh God!" she cried, then slowly began to relax. The sight of that plump pussy and dark wet hair almost made me cum without even touching my cock. But that was not in my plan. Quickly I lifted the projector down to the floor so that the table was clear. Joanne turned around and leaned over the table pushing that gorgeous muscular ass in my direction. Her pussy was so swollen, her silky hairless lips protruded between her legs. I dropped to my knees, only partially in control. I ran my tongue up through the slit between her cunt lips, then up the entire length of the crack in her ass. She clenched her small buns tightly to grip my probing tongue, then relaxed it to continue its journey. On the return trip down that soft split, I pushed my firm tongue hard against her tiny young asshole. I lubricated it as much as I could with saliva and tried to push my finger in. It was just too tight. I could not even get my little finger farther than the first knuckle. More saliva indicated it was not a problem with lubrication -- her 18 year old asshole was to remain virgin at least for that day. Of course, I had more luck with her pussy. I stood up behind her and swept the head of my swelling cock up and down between those sweet lips, wetting the head with her flowing juices. Then I slowly eased the head in. At first, I thought I had misjudged the location of her opening, but her young pussy was just too tight to take the throbbing purple monster that my cock had become. Understanding the problem, Joanne relaxed slightly and her pussy soon swallowed my cock to the hilt. The sensation was so strong, I almost lost my load then and there. Pausing fully inside her, I slowly pulled out, then pushed in as far as I could go. I could literally feel the firm structure of her young body as my cock slid down her love canal. Enjoying the feel of her, I began to stroke in and out of her faster and faster. I reached around and held the bulging sides her breasts, partially flattened against the cold steel of the table. She lifted up so that I could cup them in my hands and warm them. "Harder... please... harder!" She grunted the words out one at a time as a slammed my thighs into her firm ass. I grabbed her ass and pulled her cheeks apart so that I could see her tiny asshole still wet and inviting. My strokes were so long, I could see nearly the entire head of my cock, then watch the shaft disappear completely into that tight muscular cunt. Watching that incredible sight was a mistake. I could stand no more. Once more my cock plunged deep inside her and stayed there while I pumped hot cum into her pulsating cunt. She came seconds later with a force that nearly ejected my unsuspecting cock from her pussy. I lay my head on her tanned athletic back to catch my breath. As the real world began to filter back into my consciousness, I heard the murmur of voices outside the projection room indicating that the next class had filed into the room. "Do you hear that?" I asked Joanne. "Yea... shit! How are we going to get out of here," she said with a nervous laugh. We whispered several possibilities to each other, each one sounding more preposterous than the last. I pulled on my clothes and slipped into my shoes. "OK, how about this? I'll go out and tell everyone that they have to leave temporarily while we look for a snake that we discovered loose in the previous class." I was definitely fishing on that one, but what the hell, it could happen. "Oh brother," Joanne sighed. "Well, give it a try while I get dressed." I walked out of the projection room into the lecture hall. The lights had been dimmed for some reason, and as I stood there in front of the packed classroom, everyone began to applaud. They stomped their feet, whooped, and whistled. But they were not looking at me. They were looking at the screen. The light in the projection room was just strong enough to cast Joanne's gorgeous silhouette onto the screen, and in the darkened lecture hall, every detail of her movements was visible. I could see her pull her top over her head, plump her tits and reach for her shorts. Some of the spectators were looking at me as they applauded and it finally dawned on me. Our entire escapade had been "projected" on that screen for all to see. A bomb would not have cleared that room. I went back into the projection room to find Joanne fully clothed. "I don't know how to tell you this, but there are a hundred horny people out there who saw everything we did. There is no way either of us is going to sneak out of this one." At first, panic showed in Joanne's eyes. Then she relaxed. "Hey, what the fuck. This is the stuff of legends! Let's enjoy it!" With that we joined hands, and walked out to the front of the class. We stood there, then took a big sweeping show business bow, and calmly walked out the door to a wildly appreciative audience. Once out the door, we kissed and looked at each other. "We are never going to top that one," she said. "Let's not try." We kissed again and parted company. Joanne continued as a student in my class, but never again showed any interest in me. She was right. We could never have topped that one time and it was right to quit winners. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 79